~Rylee~ Klaus’ green eyes, still dilated with a flurry of emotions, considered me in the fading light of the day. He sucked his lower lip, nibbling it. “Give me three days,” he said, seizing my jaw and crushing our mouths together. Three days to consider my proposal? Three days so he could find us a minister? Or three days for me to think twice about my decision, I’m not sure. We were back in New York, but it felt like I was the only one who had returned. From day one, Klaus would leave before the sun rose and come home only to sleep. He’d kiss me good night and kiss me again before leaving, but nothing more. I don’t understand how it’s possible to miss someone I practically see every day, but I miss Klaus. I miss us. At some point, I even blamed myself for asking him to marry me the way I did. He’s facing a difficult situation; why the hell did I even put this burden on his shoulder? On the third day, I reconsidered my decision to move a few of my things into his room. ‘Maybe h
~Rylee~The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree is a proverb that best describes Markus and Klaus. Not only because of their characters, but also with their looks.Same vivid eyes, pointy nose, angular jaws, and even the shape of their lips. Klaus is the spitting image of his father.Sporting a custom-made gray suit, Markus pranced inside the guest room, owning the space with the power and assertiveness he poses. He stopped within hand’s reach; his searing and assessing gaze softened as he smiled at me.“Figlia,” he murmured, tucking his hands in his pants pocket. “How have you been?”Even before they learned I was a spy, Markus had always addressed me that way, ‘daughter’ in his native language. Before, I assumed he wanted a daughter. ‘Who wouldn’t when you have one child who turned out to be as crazy as Klaus Martinelli?’ I supposed, but now, I grasped a better understanding of his longing to have a daughter. He has one, but the situation is complicated.“Sir,” I smiled back, unwar
~Rylee~ “Are you sure?” Markus asked, salt and pepper brows furrowing. I declined his offer to walk me down the aisle. He was the closest thing to a father I had since Dad, but walking down the aisle alone is for no one else but myself. It’s a statement. Since I was fifteen, I’ve been on my own, fighting a battle no regular teenager must face. For years, I longed to go back and change the sorrowful things I experienced. But now that I am peeking at the wedding visual in Devin and Ren’s garden, my view on life changed. Klaus accepted me for who I am, beauty and flaws. I will walk towards the man I love alone because I am strong. I will walk alone to Klaus’ arms because, after this ceremony, I won’t be alone anymore; I will have him. “I’m sure,” I smiled at my father-in-law, blinking back the tears brimming on the edges of my eyes. Markus smiled down at me and sighed. He curled his warm hands on the back of my head and planted a kiss on my forehead. Pulling away, he produced a rec
~Rylee~ We pursued the lights dotting the footpath, flirting and teasing like teenagers on our first date. The silhouette of the thick forest canopy shadowed everything around us. We only have one route. Not knowing our destination fuels this excitement brewing within my body. I am eager to know what awaits me and not, at the same time, wanting to prolong this contentment I’m feeling. “I was nervous,” Klaus said. “Nervous?” I peered at him. The alternate blue, white, and yellow lights on the ground cast a vibrant shade on his face, stressing his green hues. He hummed, pulling me closer. “I know Dad told you about your sister and Dominguez. It was his only request,” he mumbled, eyes flitting over mine for a beat. “He knew I’d marry you with or without him, but he wanted to make sure you were in it with me one hundred percent.” The fear in his voice sent shivers spiraling down my spine. “Any man who can make Markus Martinelli do what he did is someone we shouldn’t take lightly,” I
~Klaus~ My wildfire. I’ve given up on taming her fire long ago and allowed her to burn me instead. I told myself to make tonight all about her pleasure, treat her like a queen. She just had to open that fucking smart mouth, and all my plans turned to dust. With her legs in a vice grip around my waist, I walked up the cabin’s threshold, kicked the door open, and kicked it close. I pushed Rylee up the cool surface while blindly groping for the switch. Star-like lights illuminate the cabin’s ceiling. I know so because I planned to make love to her beneath the stars. Her reaction to the planetarium hinted how much she loved star gazing, but she was too busy kissing me to fucking care. From how she gyrates her clothed pussy on my raging erection, I don’t think she’d be able to see the rose petals on the floor either. And I don’t think she’d give me time to light up the rose and lavender scented candles in the bedroom or even pour her some wine. Like a snake, she slithered through my h
“Have you seen my story’s stats?” I flopped on the couch, tilting the mouth of my beer bottle towards Devin and Evan. I smirked as they pulled their phones out, scrolling with pursed lips. “Everyone loves me.”Devin’s brows creased. “They wouldn’t even know you if not for me,” he murmured, leaning back in his seat.“There wouldn’t even be Rylee and Klaus if not for me,” Evan added, grabbing a beer from the bucket.Shaking my head, I chuckled. “Do you smell that?” I feigned sniffing the air. “It’s the scent of jealousy-““Oh, man,” they groaned in unison, looking at each other meaningfully. a mischievous glint crossed their faces. Evan peeked over Devin’s shoulder like a child as he searched for something on his phone.“That one,” Evan pointed out.“What one?” I asked, brows knitting together. Devin hummed, gnawing on his lip, and my phone pinged. “What the hell?!” I growled, already pulling out my gun, but the two were gone like smoke in the air. “Fuck!” I raked my fingers through my h
~Rylee~The gentle rain of kisses on my shoulder, teasing and playful, woke me up from my slumber.“Hmm,” I purred, shifting to lie on my back without peeling my eyes open. I stretched my hands up and curled them around Klaus’ neck as he loomed above me. His lips trailed kisses on my collarbone up to my neck, meeting my lips.“You awake?” he murmured, kissing my jaw, one hand fondling my breast, the other holding his weight.“A bit.” My voice was raw, evidence of our busy night.From the couch, Klaus carried me to the bedroom, where he made love to me again until I fell limp in his arms. Worn out yet satisfied.Klaus hummed, letting my breast go, unloosing my hands from his neck and lacing our fingers together. He extended them over my head, directing my hand to hold on to the bed’s headboard.I honestly have no idea what kind of room we are in, not that I care. ‘Where’ doesn’t matter; it’s ‘who’ that matters to me.I smiled against his kiss, sinking my teeth into his lower lip as he
~Rylee~“Can we stay here forever?” I murmured, running the tip of my toes up and down Klaus’ abs, tracing every dip and slope.It’s midday; I’m not sure what time. The trees looming around the cabin made it impossible to be certain of where the sun was. Not that I’m eager to know.We made food, breakfast or lunch, I’m not sure, but we had sex before and after, that I am sure of.Water sloshed from the tub as I reached for my glass of wine. Klaus’ huge frame made the garden tub look smaller; I was practically sitting on his extended legs.“Of course, mia rosa,” he murmured, taking my foot. Sipping my wine, I sighed. He ran his thumb on the sole with the right pressure to make me moan. Klaus chuckled, “especially when you’re moaning like that.”“Hm, that feels so good, baby,” I whimpered in my flirtiest voice.Two can play his game.Klaus groaned, abruptly pulling my foot. I yelped. My wine glass fell on the water with my entire body. Gasping my way back up into the surface, I glared a