|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV||A gasp left her lips suddenly. My hand disappeared between the valley of her thighs. God! She was so wet for me.Just from touch?She looked drunk when I kept playing over her thighs. I hated to see her long exposed legs. So many fucking men kept looking at them. I wanted to see them alone for myself but she was born to rule the runway." Lu..Luca..", she whispered, giving me her 'please fuck me eyes'. She was so tempted yet she kept running away from her pleasure. I smirked, knowing how desperate she was for my cock. But I was here to play. I wanted her to spend the night with me but she left without telling me.Another gasp....Her eyes went wide in realization when I pushed my middle finger inside her sex, slipping past of her panties. Blame her! It was her fault to wear this short dress." Like that, pretty girl?", I kept my voice down, getting closer. Her low meows were drowned by the cheers of people around. They were all engrossed in the play on stage.
|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV||Luca was dragging me fast. Our legs banged few times but he didn't even wait a second to slow down. I was being dragged away by this man cluelessly. I shouted, squeezing past the leaving crowd," Wait... Wait..At least tell me..Why the fuck we are running? My son is out there."He didn't stop for a bit. His jaw was tickling in anger after he dragged me away from our previous spot. His expression told like there had some serious issues going on which he didn't tell me. I hated to be stay in dark all my life. Midway, I shoved his arms off angrily, shouting my words out," I am not going anywhere unless you tell me what the fuck is going on!"He had no choice but to pause between his steps. Glaring back at me, he spat through his gritted teeth," If we stay here any longer, we might die. Do you believe that? So follow me without questioning."My jaw dropped in disbelief, fears crawling into my heart immediately. I wasn't a girl who could accept bloody things so c
|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV||" Is he okay now?", I asked as soon as his man named David strode outside with a nurse aside. He smiled at me little then notified calmly, keeping his voice noticeably low," He is..but he doesn't want to take any doctor's help. As you know, he is one kind of stubborn man. I was wondering if you can convince him?"" I will! ", I replied immediately, knowing that it was only a favor that I owed him. Still it felt like a nightmare, thinking about the moment when he threw himself in front of us. He didn't care about himself anymore. That guy with a gun aimed at Ryan. Then he came over to cover us even before the bullet could pass through us. He was injured and hurt." Mom, is uncle hurt for me?", Ryan asked, jerking my hands worryingly. Ever since he saw him hurt, Ryan remained quiet but the worry in his eyes didn't disappear. He cared for a complete stranger who just met him.Before I could give him my answer, David crunched down in front of him. He scooped him
|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV ||" Whiskey or Wine?", she offered, acting like a nurse perfectly." Wine!", I muttered, bringing my eyes back at her moving ass. She bent over my private bar to pour the glasses for us. It was late at night, 3 a.m. She kept her words, didn't leave me for a second. She asked why I saved them, why I tried to block the bullet for them.Well, I don't know...I fucking don't know how did I ended up, rushing in front of them. It felt equally surreal to me. I wanted to protect them from any harm especially that little guy who smiled some monsters like us always. So, I dodged her questions. She offered to have a drink to clear my thoughts. So, we ended up, moving to my private bar in silence. The night felt good day. Until now, I always was doing business at this hours. It was the safest time to discuss our business in this city as it wasn't owned by us entirely yet. The city still held threats for our illegal businesses. Though I was acting like a gentleman, the cop
|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV || " You come home late every night.", my dad's voice halted me between my tracks. I jolted to find him, sitting on the couch. Legs crossed, he was reading the newspaper calmly. Who would believe that this man had a minor heart attack a few days back? Because he looked perfectly with his freshly trimmed beard and stone-cold expression. My father had always been a man of perfection. He was discharged from hospital last night. He didn't even bother to tell me because he claimed that there was nothing serious in his health. Thankfully, Luca had taken care of everything. So, the news of me wasn't trending anymore or causing this old man to erupt his anger. I mumbled, flinching mentally at the thought of what I do every night, " Yeah.. It's just..My schedule is too busy these days." Yes, too busy to fuck! I prayed that my dad never found out about this. Giving birth to Ryan was already his limits. Last night, I had cried enough to vent out my frustrations espec
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for your support everyone! I have decided to hold different small events for the progress of this book. As for now, there is small task to accomplish so that you can read more.EVENT 1: If the book gets 20 REVIEWS, I will update 3 CHAPTERS all together as a reward to my readers. Other events will be announced later on ~__________________|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV ||I looked at her, speechless again. How far could she go to make me miserable?It was Anastasia, standing a few feet away from her. Her lips carried a brooding smile. I avoided meeting her especially the way, she always tried to look down on me. It wasn't like I was scared of her. The fact that she affected my mood always had given me this conclusion that I should stay far away from her.Before we could say our objection, the assistant girl reappeared in our sight. Pushing her hair back haughtily, she introduced in a voice of mockery," Oh right..I forgot to introduce her to everyone. This is our lead
|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV || I jumped into the backseat, feeling a bit uncomfortable as the atmosphere seemed too quiet for God's sake. Luca was there, smoking. When I slipped behind his side, he didn't even look at me. He looked lost in thoughts. Last time, it didn't sound well when we broke apart. I even cursed him for the whole night. Gathering up my courage, I parted my lips to ask him in a professional tone like he called me 'his mistress', " Where are we going, Luca? This..this seems early.." Finally, he stopped smoking. When his cold, bloodless eyes fell on me, he just kept staring. Without any word, his eyes trailed over my dress that made my body shiver in a different way. Well, I knew that this dress was a bit revealing. As they wanted a cover to look extremely sexy, we had to wear a backless gown. He asked in a pissed off voice, looking down at my gown grimly, " What kind of dress is this? Too much skin! Who made you wear this?" It left me a little shocked since he dodge
|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV ||" Wha..wha..tt..", I gasped, stammering over my words but it failed to come out loud because of his sweet torture. He was leaving sloppy kisses on my neck, his other hand rubbing my sex from back. A part of my brain wanted to ask him why he mentioned protecting Ryan. We were doing fine. Except for the trouble named Azrael De Luca, we had no issues in our life. But I couldn't function my brain at that moment. The pleasure was too much to resist. I was shocked to discover that my body reacted immediately against his touches.He exhaled, claiming my skin into another hungry bite," Nothing..I want you so bad.."Me Too!I bit my tongue hard before the word could slip out of my mouth. There was something wrong with my thoughts these days, so I screwed up. Rather than being disgusted, his touches managed to turn me on in several ways. So I just gave up each time, lost in pleasure.His hand slipped inside my dress in front, tore it off in a rough movement. I muttere