MasukLeila’s point of viewDinner here was usually a quiet affair, no loudness, no chaos. This wasn’t the kind of household where people talked over each other or left the television running in the background or allowed phones at the table. Father had rules, non-negotiable rules.Roberto and I will be going back to our dorms this weekend, the break was over and we need to get back inside the walls of Obsidian Academy. The university wasn’t just an ordinary institution in Switzerliss, it was an institute for Mafia heirs. It was full of the children of powerful families learning how to inherit the worlds they had been born into as well as studying a course of their own choices or studying whatever their parents picked for them. Obsidian was impressive in its own way, cold and beautiful, it was heavily secured and the drive from the De’ Luca’s estate down there takes two to three hours. Both Roberto and I stayed in separate dormitories, I stay in the literature wing while Roberto stays in the
BlurbHe was raised in brutality, taught women are possessions. He has known about Leila his entire life. His father told him about the agreement when he was old enough to understand it, and from that moment she became something fixed in his mind. He has watched and stalked her but not in a way her father would detect.His world makes Bruno’s look civilized. The barbarian kingdom operates on dominance and old brutal traditions, they treat their women like sex objects and their libido for sex was higher than normal.She was promised before birth, her parents tried to protect her but it all failed.She grew up loved by her parents who had survived enough darkness to know exactly what they were protecting her from.He was the enemies son, a threat that should be eliminated. But one thing saves him, he’s weak, slow and fragile. He doesn’t look like a threat, he steps into the barbarian world and catches the interest of someone forbidden.*****Book Two: Betrothed to the Ruthless Barbarian
Leila, perhaps sensing the shift in energy, made a small uncertain sound against Bruno’s chest. He snuggled her closer to his chest with his eyes still on me. The peaceful morning had drained from his expression and what replaced it was the version of the Bruno I knew.“We will talk about this later,” he repeated again.“We will talk about this now,” I replied, keeping my voice low this time, for the kids. “Just quietly.”The room didn’t feel the same anymore, not after what he said.I stood there, waiting for him to talk. Roberto still clinged to me, his small fingers gripping the fabric of my robe like I was the only safe place he knew.Ischavor is alive.The words echoed in my head like something poisonous, my heart started beating faster, harder, like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest. Memories I’ve buried or the ones I thought I buried were starting to resurface.“You didn’t tell me.” I said, my voice quieter now.“I was going to.” He replied.“When?” I snapped.The s
Isabella’s point of viewMorning came gently.For the first time in a long time, I didn’t wake up from fear, I woke up warm. Bruno’s arm was wrapped around my waist, his body pressed against mine and his breathing slow and steady against the back of my neck.After putting the kids to bed last night, we made love several times until we were utterly exhausted.For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, listening to him, enjoying the feel of him close to me. This was real. His presence here was real, not a memory and not a dream. My fingers tightened slightly against the sheet, I turned slowly in his arms, careful not to wake him.His face was still relaxed in sleep, and he looked peaceful. It pulled at something in my chest. It was amazing to see someone who had struggled with insomnia for most of his life sleep so peacefully.My Bruno.I reached up to his face before I could stop myself, brushing my fingers lightly along his jaw, he stirred slightly, his brows pulling together befo
I dropped my lips to the skin of her throat, sucking her neck and kissing it down to the lobe of her ears, I grazed my teeth against the lobe. My cock throbbed hard and I ground it on her.“Don’t think about anyone else, think about me. I’m going to make love to you right now.”I hooked my hands under her knees, pushing them towards her chest gently. I lowered my mouth to her wet pussy and ran my tongue over it, I suckled and teased her with my tongue, lapping at the essence of her wetness. A soft gasp escaped from her lips, then it turned to cries of want. I didn’t stop, I slid a finger deep inside her and began to stroke her.“Bruno.” She begged, her hips thrusting against my finger.I pulled away to get rid of my shorts, wrapping my fist around my cock, I began to stroke it gently then I proceeded to rub my head over her clit making her whimper in pleasure. I slip my head inside her pussy, and growled as I thrust all the way in. I plunge deeper making her cry out in pleasure. Her p
Bruno’s point of viewI shouldn’t have walked in, that was the first thought that rang in my head. I stood outside the bathroom door for a second longer than I should have, my hand was still on the handle like I haven’t fully processed what just happened.Then I stepped away fast, way too fast. I dragged a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as I paced across the small hallway.“Get it together.” I muttered under my breath, but it didn’t work. My mind wouldn’t shut up, the image kept replaying.I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes briefly, I tried to keep breathing, to clear my head but it was getting difficult. I saw the image again.The scars, they were not ugly to me, not disgusting. But they were reminders, they told a story I already knew. A story that almost destroyed her, it fucking reminds me of my incapacity. My chest tightened painfully, I don’t want her to feel I would see her differently because of the marks, I know the stretch marks are as a result of child birth
I noticed the mansion was extremely quiet today, not the peace kind of quietness but the type that depicts the weight of something unspoken. I could hear the guards whispering, I didn’t hear what they were saying exactly, but I caught a bit of fragments, I heard fever….. refused to eat….. boss refu
Miguel was the first person I saw when I stepped into the dining room, he stood near the table arranging food into a tray. The sight of him alone made my breath hitch, he was the only familiar face in this unfamiliar world and the one reason I agreed to being part of all this was because of her.Mi
Bruno’s point of viewI don’t get tired easily, not from work and not from shedding blood. It wasn’t dawn yet, it was just close to dawn. We spent most of the night going at it like rabbits on heat. I was still wide awake, still wired and was watching her.She lay sprawled across the bed like she o
Isabella’s point of viewI turned on the bed immediately I heard the door slam, my body was still humming from the way he touched me, that was enough reason to stay in bed. But I didn’t.I slipped out of bed and wore one of his shirts with a short. I went out following the scent of garlic and rosem







