The course of the day passed eventually. Neither Tulip nor Willa was there to help Mili out this time. Mili stood in front of the mirror, her hands shaking slightly as she smoothed the fabric of her little black dress. The gorgeous dress hugged her curves delicately making her feel both beautiful and nervous at the same time, the lace details giving her an understated air of elegance. She could already feel the weight of Daniel's scrutiny even though he was not here yet. When Daniel entered the room, she sensed his presence before she saw him. His gaze was piercing, taking her in from head to toe. He didn't speak at first, letting the tension build and when he finally did, his voice was low, filled with quiet possession. "Turn around," he ordered softly. She hesitated but obeyed, her movements slow and unsure. His sharp inhale was barely audible but she caught it. "You'll do," he said, though the rough edge to his voice betrayed the calmness of his words. He walked over to h
▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ In the storm of his emotions, her heart beat in frantic obedience, yet she remained lost in the unfathomable depth. 𐙚 Daniel kept his eyes locked on Mili's flushed, innocent face, his lips curving into an unreadable smile as he slipped a sleek black phone from his pocket. The silent movement of his eyes over her body sent her pulse skittering though she tried to focus on what he was doing. Mili had not really expected him to agree, yet he unlocked that device and dialled a number with deliberate ease. The line rang twice before he gestured for her to grab the phone. "Hello!" A sceptical female voice was heard from the other side of the phone, tinged with curiosity. Mili hurriedly clutched that phone to her ear casting a bewildered glance at Daniel. He did not respond, only watching her with that quiet intensity as if she were a game he had already mastered. "Hello?" Rose asked again, getting no response. Mili turned her back towards Daniel to avoid hi
Daniel, without any hurry in his movements, removed his wristwatch and then kept it on the bedside table. He undid his blazer, throwing it somewhere on the big couch while taking off his Oxford shoes. His movements felt purposefully slow to tease and trigger Mili's uneasiness. After he was done, he positioned himself on her side on the bed. "Mili," he seductively murmured, his voice dark and low, just like a predator catching the scent of its prey. "Turn over," he ordered. The confused girl's brows knitted but she did not respond. "Sweetheart, did you really think I'd let what you did this morning slide so easily?" He asked looking straight into her timorous orbs. His hand reached her waist, gripping it with utmost possessiveness, he moved her body. Miliani automatically obeyed, her body moving on instinct till she was lying on her stomach and her face pressed on the mattress, looking at her side towards Daniel. His fingers trailed down her spine, painfully slow and deliberat
▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ In the bittersweet embrace of pain and pleasure; surrendering could be the ultimate freedom. 𐙚 Daniel arched a brow as she naively and without any hesitation continued, "..that room is so dark and there are no nice decorations. Seems like only rude people would love to live there." Daniel was utterly blown away as her words caught him exclusively off guard. No one had dared to judge his perfection earlier not that he had granted anyone else the time in his space that was required for it. He leaned down to her level putting his hands on either side of her head and trapping her in between. He scoffed not wanting to drag this conversation further but unable to shake the odd satisfaction her bluntness had sparked. "Non hai capito la mia lingua?" He hurled making her flinch. Daniel in Italian sounded even more authoritative if that was even possible. (Did you not understand my language?) "I'll ask the housekeepers to help me with the shifting ... right aw
Miliani's lie was sticking in her throat. She had promised Tulip. She couldn't just break that promise under his piercing demand. But Daniel... Daniel was always in control of her. And now, he was standing right in front of her, towering her frame and waiting. His patience was running thin. His fingers reached out and with a swift movement, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up into his demanding orbs. "You're hiding something from me, baby." His voice was still soft but the dark edge in it made her tremble. "Aren't you?" He emphasized. Her skin prickled as his fingers tightened slightly, just enough to make her feel the danger she was in. Her mind screamed at her to say the truth, to explain, but the promise to Tulip strongly held her back. She shook her head weakly, her lips parting, but no words came out. Daniel's smirk erupted, his grip on her chin turning almost possessive. "For the first time, my little Mili is keeping something from me." His voice dropped to a dar
▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ In the shadows of desire, Love and possession dance on the edge of a blade. 𐙚 After the dinner was over, every guest left, except for the newlyweds, Alaric and Jessica. Being one of Daniel's friends, Daniel took Alaric to his office to have their private talk. Whereas Mili was still sickening a bit for Tulip, the things Tulip demanded and asked were constantly running in her mind. Eventually, Mili had to confront Jessica again in the drawing room before she could ask one of the housekeepers to arrange a bunch of pregnancy test kits to help Tulip. "Well ... well. Look at you, Miliani!," Jessica's voice bombarded from Mili's behind just when the anxious girl shot her eyes on the huge antique wall clock. She fidgeted with her fingers, taking note of the time; it was already too late, which meant she would have to wait till tomorrow morning to bring the needed item. "Ignoring me already, Mrs Knight?" Jessica, in a slightly mocking tone, questioned aga