MasukInside, Blair sat on the sofa, her hand resting on her slight belly, while Roman stood nearby deep in conversation with Luca. Two-year-old Olivia was showing off her drawings to anyone who would look."Aunt Keira!" Olivia shouted, abandoning her colouring-in to run across the room. Keira bent down,
Olivia, growing restless, wiggled off Blair’s lap. “Can I go play with my blocks?”“Yes, but stay in the playroom,” Roman told her. “I’ll be there in a minute.”As Olivia skipped off, Roman pulled Blair to her feet and into his arms. “You look tired. You should have let me bring someone in to handle
“Mama! Look!”Blair looked up from her laptop to see her two-year-old daughter, Olivia, proudly showing off a crayon drawing that was mostly colorful scribbles.“That’s beautiful, sweetheart,” Blair said, genuinely impressed with the artwork of her toddler. “Is that our family?”Olivia nodded madly,
"Is that what you think?" Niko's voice was dangerously quiet. "That your only value is as a... what? A royal broodmare?""It's the reality of our position," she insisted. "The Wystovian crown needs an heir. You need an heir. And I can't—" Her voice broke.Niko crossed the distance between them in th
"I'm trying to protect him—""From what? From having a choice?" Keira's voice grew stronger. "You're deciding what's best for Niko without asking him what he wants. That's not protection, that's control."Amelia stared at her, startled by the blunt assessment."Look, I get it. The pressure is overwh
Amelia shook her head, the weight of her failure pressing down on her. "The doctors say there's nothing wrong with Niko, which means the problem lies with me. I'm considering stepping aside, letting him divorce me so he can marry someone who can actually give him an heir." She glanced at Keira, sudd
Her ankles hooking behind his back as he positioned himself. He rubbed his sex through her lower lips for a moment, his gaze burning into hers, before he thrusted into her hard, so deep she felt his balls touch her bottom. Blair cried out, her fingers squeezing onto the edge of the desk, trying to
Roman knew it was getting late and they should call it a day, but he sat at his desk after Blair had just delivered him a coffee and the typed up meeting notes had been sent to his computer already. It was the one thing that had stopped him from making a move on her sooner. Well, two really. He hadn
Blair sat at her desk, worried about how she was going to explain to her family about her broken engagement. Her sisters would standby her no matter what she did. She wasn’t sure how Sutton would feel about her moving in with Roman after what she went through with Luca in Europe. If only she had his
With his free hand, he guided her gently but firmly until she was sitting on the edge of his desk, facing him. The cool wood pressing against her thighs as she balanced herself. He then spread her legs apart. Holy hell. Her eyes never left his, his voice steady on the phone. His fingers ran along h







