Anna Bateman Everyone fears Roman Petrov, a rich, handsome Mafia boss and ends up in his hotel room due to some unforeseen circumstances. He's my first client but he won't believe that. My life used to be simple until it wasn't when my fathers shady deals caught up with him and destroyed my family. Roman Petrov The rules of my world. There's no room for errors, no tolerance for liars. I'm a possessive man, she knew before she stepped into my world and I won't be satisfied until I have all of her. We should have parted ways after one night but she became and addiction I couldn't seem to shake. She is a goddess wrapped in all my maddest temptation. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a spark threatening to explode inside me for her.
View MoreAs mama and I returned from the Sol family dinner, I loved going to family dinners, “wait here mi amor let me get your father downstairs so we can eat the leftovers from the party,” I watched her walk away.
Few minutes later she came back. I ran upstairs trying to know what happened when I saw it. Mama passed me with a Gun in hand and rosary around her neck, she reached for her bedroom When she entered, my father was screwing another woman. “So I’ll be dead by the holidays, cabrón?” She shouted as he was, scrambling from the bed to his feet, naked. “Maria! I can explain everything!” Dad shouted back as his accent shifted from British to Southern mid-sentence. He pulled on his pants, and she let him. “Please, calm down! And for goodness’ sake, put the pistol away.” Lightning flared, matching her mood. I finally understood the phrase “seeing red.” because that was my mother’s eyes at that moment. She pointed the gun at the woman frozen on the bed. “Who the hell is she?” Papa raised his palms. “Talk to me.” dad didn’t like my mother's attention on her? “She’s an old friend who was passing through town.” His blond brows drew together. “This didn’t mean anything. I just missed you so much, darling—I was momentarily weak. I was so stupid. But we can work this out. You are the one that I love.” He was good. Papa lied too good Well, he's a lawyer, aren't they all liars? The stranger stood, wrapping a sheet around herself. She was tall and slender, with long sandy brown hair and porcelain skin. “May I get my clothes?” Lightning flashed again. “No. You move closer to him. NOW, puta(bitch).” waved the gun, and she hurried to his side. Even in this situation, they somehow looked dignified together, a sterling couple. Mom turned towards dad. “If you lie to me again, I will shoot you in your scrawny dick. Since when has this been going on?” “What are you talking about! Have you lost your mind?” Dad eyes appeared stunned, as if she’d sprung this information on him—out of nowhere. “This is just a momentary lapse of judgement.” he repeatedly said How could he be so believable? For the tiniest instant, I thought to myself, Well, I did know that. I shook my head. “ Well I've had people following you for months as you've been trying to get my inheritance and beaches to your name?” Papa looked shocked. “You’re accusing me of theft? When I’ve never wanted a penny that belonged to you? I’ve never even raised my voice. Everyone knows how much I adore you. All our friends talk about my devotion.” In other words, if I cried, “Murder plot!” no one would believe me. Mama shouted with tears running down her eyes “What’s in the case in that safety-deposit box?” “Case? Now what are you going on about, darling? How did we go from my—admittedly stupid—screwup to murder?” There was that reasonable voice again. Trying to get mom to believe him I've heard it over the years How much had he been gaslighting me and mom in the past? “I heard you two having sex and plotting, cabrón. No one’s celebrating my murder in Aspen this year.”the strange woman was unraveling. “I told you this one was trouble!” I sneered to her, “With a capital fucking T, Puta.” Back to papa. Mom cocked the pistol, movie-style, and aimed it at his groin. “Try lying to me again.” He narrowed his eyes. “You won’t shoot me. If you do, all your money—now my money—will go to me. You signed over everything to Anna a year ago.” “Then you’re right. It doesn’t make sense to shoot you.” she turned the gun to the mistress “I should shoot her. She’d be your heir, no?” “Maria !” His breath left him, his voice scaling higher as he said, “Don’t hurt her. Please.” The most shocking revelation of the night? This monster truly loved his mistress. “Don’t make me hurt her! Answer my questions.” Staring down a gun barrel, the mistress said, “I will answer them for you. We can talk about this. In this case, there’s a syringe. It was the injection that is supposed to be given to you tonight.” My lips parted. He wanted mama dead. She continued, “We targeted you for the land. Charles, no Lucas —knows how to break the trust and split your money.” Shock muffled our faces, but I needed to stay sharp. Why does his mistress admit these things? I gazed at them through watering eyes. The two were farther apart from each other. While she stalled, he’d been sneaking closer to his dresser! He has a gun in there. “Stop where you are, Lucas.” Mama said Keeping the pistol trained on him, she moved toward the dresser. “You got a gun? I’ll be taking it, as well as the key to that safety-deposit box.” She pulled open the top drawer, taking her gaze off them for a split second— Lightning blazed; he threw a lamp at mama. Everything happened so fast. She deflected with her arm. The old pistol went off. BOOM! A dark spray arced across the room toward me, splattering my face and chest. Blood? From the mistress’s throat?? Her hands clamped her neck to stem the spray, but it kept welling up in spurts. Her body collapsed. Papa dropped to his knees beside her, frantically clutching the wound, as if trying to put the blood back in. Coated in crimson, he yelled over his shoulder, “What have you done, Linda ?” Dimly I realized his accent had changed again. “You bitch! What have you DONE?” His mistress Linda made ugly, wet sounds. Before I could process that fact another BOOM went off and mama’s blood was sprayed across the floor. I ran out of the house as fast as I could and never looked back. That night I found out my father was a con man and my mother a murdered heiress and my father also had a mistress.“You took the Petrov name given to you by my uncle, our money… the life that a mafia wife is supposed to have for a few years.”I smirk at the audacity of this woman. “ It was my money I just took it back. I’m happily married to the love of my life, and you will accept it.” I lose the last of my patience with this woman. “Move the fuck on, Gloria, and leave us alone.”Her cold eyes hold mine. “Last chance, Roman Petrov.”“For what?” I smirk. “To understand how pathetic you really are, Gloria? Too late.”She takes a brown folded envelope out of her bag and passes it over to me.“What’s this?”A trace of a vindictive smile crosses her face. “Open it and see.”I open the envelope and pull out an A4 photograph. It’s of Ana and I in the Auction Club at the beginning of our time together.Ana isn’t looking at the camera, but I can see clearly that it’s her.My eyes rise to meet Gloria’s.She pauses for effect. “You know… the security system was surprisingly easy to hack into and g
“She’s a brutal Taskmaster,” Sasha mutters.“She locks him up,” Dominic adds in.My eyes widen, and I laugh. What the hell? “Not at all, Rome. You can go and visit whenever you want to, sweetheart.”“Okay then,” he dismisses her.“Thanks for that.”She rises up on her toes, clearly excited, and she smiles between us. “I’ll see you soon, Rome.” She replies as with as much sarcasm in her.She walks off, and everyone snickers.Roman pinches the bridge of his nose, disgusted. “Don’t even.”“Who was that?” I ask, holding up my hands. “Actually, let me guess.”“Oh, please do.” Sasha laughs.“I’m guessing you’ve…” I screw up my face as I try to think of a nice way to say this. “Been with her?”Roman closes his eyes, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. The others chuckle.“And who is she?” Dominic asks.Roman stands. “I can’t talk right now; I’m dancing with Ana. Do not disturb us with anymore with your stupid topics of conversation.”They laugh.I stay seated and smile as I
The song changes into a sexy song plays on in the background as I walk over and stand in front of him.He pulls himself up as I slide my hands up his perspiration-clad body. He eases himself down, and I do the same. His biceps and shoulders are pumping.Just like my blood are right at this moment.Our eyes are locked. It’s just him and me.Hell, he makes me forget how to breathe.He rises up and down, his dark eyes locked on mine, and I cup his dick. I kiss his stomach, I run my hands up over his rock-hard abs and then lower.He’s hardened, simply from all the touching I'm doing.I inhale as, he lets go of the bar and jumps down.In one fast movement, he has me pinned to the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around my throat.His mouth moves to my ear. “Did you come in here to get fucked by my cock?” he whispers darkly.I stare at him. His knee parts my legs, and he pushes his hard erection into me as he bites my ear. “Answer the fucking question.” He growls.Goosebumps scatter
ANAZoran holds the back door of the black Mercedes open for me.And he gives me a kind smile as I walk out of the house.“Hi, Zoran.” I smile.“Good evening, Ana” He closes the door behind me after I slide into the backseat.He gets into the driver seat wearing his black customary suit and earpiece. He looks every bit of the handsome bodyguard.We pull out into the traffic, and I glance behind me to see the second security car following us.My life has changed dramatically.I’m dating the a member of the Bravta and a politician.My beloved Roman Petrov.Security guards are ever present, his work schedule is getting better, and we live in a mansion I would say. Staying at our old house is completely out of the question now. Security risks are things I can no longer ignore. Not that I can actually call it our place anymore. It’s more like an empty house with furniture in it. I haven’t slept there in three months. Depending on our schedule, sometimes I go weeks without even calli
ANAWe take a shower and, with the towel, dries me carefully and then lies me on the bed. He spreads my legs again and leans down, and kisses me there. As if completely focused on his task, he gets up immediately and goes to his closet and takes out a box.He removes a bottle of lube and puts it on the bedside. My eyes widen when I see it, "You had lube with you?" I frown.“yes ,” He smirks.“Always prepared?”“yes I am.”I giggle, and the fast pace at which my heart is beating slows down a bit.This is something he's thought about. He really wants this.As his towel drops to the floor , and his large thick cock springs free, engorged, and rock hard. It hangs heavily between his legs, and he gives it a few slow strokes as he kicks his towel to the side. He lies down beside me and leans up onto his elbow, his lips take mine, and he kisses me. His eyes close, and wearing a soft smile, he has this aura of happiness around him. "This might be slow." He murmurs against my lips a
ROMAN With every passing second, where the guests are drinking champagne and enjoying the reception. I grow more and more impatient for them to leave.“Stop scowling at everyone,” Ana whispers, where she’s sitting like a gem beside me.“How much longer?” I mutter.“We only get one time to introduce me to everyone,” she says, “try to enjoy it.”“I am, but I also want to be alone with you.”She hits my chest and smiles at Sam as she walks by the table.“You look stunning, Ana,” Sam says, not even daring to look in my direction.“Thank you,” Ana accepts the compliment like the queen she is.Chloe rushes toward us and says, “It’s time to open the dance floor.”“Dance floor?” I mutter. “No one said anything about us dancing.”“Do it for me please Roman,” Ana whispers before standing up.Unable to refuse her anything, I climb to my feet and follow her to the middle of the floor.A song starts to play, and as I take Ana into my arms, I ask, “Which song did you pick?”“ The way you lo
ANAI got to spend some time with Roman , but tonight is the night.The other heads of the Bravta and their partners are coming over, and I’m nervous as fuck.I’ve just put on the sheer body suit and Valentino black high heels when Roman comes into my walk-in closet. His eyes land on me, and he stops dead in his tracks.“No,” he growls as he slowly starts to shake his head, his expression darkening by the second. “There is no fucking way you’re wearing that in front of the other men lest bravta men.”“Hold on before you pop a muscle,” I mutter hastily, I only have a few seconds to change his mind.I grab the leather jacket out of my closet and put it on. When I fasten the belt, and the fabric spreads out like a short skirt, I say, “See. Everything’s covered.”He stares at me for a while before he says, “Fine. But the fucking jacket stays on at all times.”I walk closer to him, and wrapping my fingers behind his neck, I pull him a down a little. Against his lips, I whisper, “I
I let out a sigh. “You’re mine, Ana, which means I’m going to provide for you. You need an investment in case of an emergency.”“What…” she doesn’t finish her question, and her features tighten when she whispers, “You are not going to die. I thought we talked about this.” I nod because, unlike most people like to assume, I’m not indestructible.Her fingers tighten around mine, and she glances away from me.“It won’t happen easily,” I say to put her mind at ease.She sets her coffee cup down as she lowers her head. “I really hope not.”“Come here,” I order as I move my chair backwards to accommodate her.She gets up, and I pull her onto my lap. Taking hold of her face, I turn her face so she’ll look at me.“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”“Okay,” she whispers before wrapping her arms around my neck.I hold her tightly while it sinks in that it upsets her a lot to think of me dying.More love pours into my chest, and I press a kiss to her shoulder and another to the side
I can barely hold on by the time he comes with a groan. He pulls me down on top of him, and his arms tight around me. he plunges into me again, his body jerking with each thrust. When he stills beneath me, we’re both breathless. I can feel his heart racing where my cheek is pressed to his chest. “Christ,” he gasps. “You might just kill me.” I let out a chuckle, and when my inner walls squeeze his cock, he lets out a sharp breath before his body shudders. I press a kiss to his racing heart, then let out a happy sigh. His hand pats my butt, then he orders, “Up before I end up fucking you the whole day.” As I climb off him, his cock slips out of me. My body jerks because I feel raw and sensitive from all the sex. I let out a chuckle. “I’m going to need time to recover.” Roman moves off the bed. “Get your sexy ass in the shower.” I move off the mattress and follow him into the shower. Once we’re both beneath the warm spray of water, Roman starts to wash my body.
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