Violet I can’t believe that he spanked me .After he left ,I ignore the clothes on the bed just as he has ignored me earlier ,Yeah we both can play hat game,If he thinks I am going to obey him like a pet after what he did to me ,he sure don’t know who I am.I don’t care if he decided to spank me again ,might as well do it then follow his orders . I had marched over to the closet, then pulled on the first dress I had come across—this knee-length dress in red, which I absolutely hate, but whatever. It’s something to cover myself up with. There had been enough clothes in the walk-in closet… Most of them seemed new, along with underclothes that were made of the finest laces…and decadently cut. And all the clothes fit me... no doubt about it, they were to my measurements, how the hell had he managed that? How had he gotten them delivered here so quickly? I'd run my fingers over the fabric of the dresses in the closet. Everything is exquisite. Even if they have been bought off the shelf th
Alessio“Please forgive my smallest stepbrother ,he can be very annoying at times”Alessandro grabs her palms and brings it up to his lips.I can’t believe he is strictly y defying my orders ,I strictly warned all of my brothers not to touch her ,next to him Fabien shuffles his feet.“Sandro, we should leave “"What’s the hurry?" He drawls in a tone that ensures that I can hear it.Clearly, he is testing me. I roll my shoulders, take a step forward. Then stop. It won’t do to give away what I feel…which is…a confusing set of emotions that sits heavy in my gut.I take in her face, her gaze alight as she glances up at him. No doubt, her attention is captured by the bastard’s beautiful countenance. It’s what makes people trust him, that is, until he pulls the rug out from under them.Alessandro’s smile widens. His gaze dips to her lips, down the slope of her breasts—and I snarl low in my throat.He laughs."Why,principesa, it’s going to be delightful to get to know you.""Didn’t I tell you
VioletAfter Alessio and I ate dinner ,there was a quick knock on the door and Mauricio came to clear the table ,He remove Alessio’s plate and sets a white coffee cup next to him ,then walks over to me and collected my plate .“Grazie ,Maurico” ,I said with a smile"Prego, signorina." He walks out just another women enters the dining room.She’s wearing a chef’s apron and a scarf around her neck. Her black dress reaches to just above her knees, and on her feet are six-inch heels. Hangona second. Who cooks wearing stilettos? I sit up, stalk her as she walks to the far end of the table. She glances from me to Alessio.Her eyes flare up and her lips churn when she saw me.Alessio jerks his chin toward the woman, who nods. She takes off her scarf, places it on the table. Then unties the apron and lets it drop on the floor.Umm, what?She flips around a chair, steps onto it, then onto the table.I scowl, "What the hell is she doing?"Alessio ignore me. I glance toward him and find that he’s
Alessio She disappears over the edge and my heart slams against my rib cage. I see sparks behind my eyes. No, this can’t be happening. I propel my body through the undergrowth, thrust out my arm. My fingers graze her skin and I grab at her wrist. Hold. She screams, and the sound is torn away by the wind. "I’ve got you." Her body dangles, sways. One of her pumps slips off her foot. She screams again, and the blood thuds at my temples, at my wrists. The weight of her body drags me forward.No, no, no, I am not going to let her die. No way, am I ready to go over the edge either.I dig the toes of my shoes into the ground, hook them around a protuberance and come to a halt. Stay there for a beat, another. Sweat streams down my forehead, down my nose. She glances up at me as the moisture trails down to splash onto her cheek. She blinks, her green eyes dilated with terror, her pupils so large, I can see myself reflected in them. "I am not letting you go. "P…promise?" Her chin quivers a
Violet "Son of a bitch ,I almost died because of what pause your evening and your rubbing it in my face?You are a pathetic piece of work ,Do you know that ? “ I struggle in his arms and he tightens his grasp. "Stay still," he orders, "or I might drop you." “Don’t you dare ,you coward “ I slap at his shoulder and my palm encounters the hard muscles of his body. Goosebumps rise on my skin. Shit, why does he draw such a primal response from me? He continues walking and I glance up at the jut of his chin. For a second there, when he’d kissed me, I was sure I’d been wrong about him. That he isn’t the kind of monster I’d thought him to be. He saved my life, didn’t he? He’d come after me after that…that show that he’d put on for me. Why did he do that? “Why wouldn’t I?” "You are scared about how I make you feel?" His jaw tenses. "You are worried that you are attracted to me?" "You?" His lip curls. He stares straight ahead, lengthens his stride. "Is that what you think?" "Why else wo
Alessio"What the hell do you think you are doing ?" She said in a shrill voice. "Why did you get into bed with me?"Good question. Something that I’m also questioning to myself, since I swore that I wouldn’t bed her until we are married. Not something I am going to let her know. Especially since I haven’t told her what my plans are for her yet, either. Why am I so hesitant? Since when have I needed a woman, or anyone else for that matter, to be willing before deciding to go through with a plan. Nothing stops me from marrying her without her consent. Hell, nothing stops me from sleeping with her without her consent, either. And ultimately, I am going to marry her, whether she agrees to it or not. So why does it feel so important that she submit to her fate willingly?I don’t know why I crave her so much and really want her to marry me .Why do I need her to feel something more than the resentment she so clearly bears for me?Her body feels like a submission to me, her will in subjugat
VioletI didn’t know what this man was trying to do to me ,One minute he kissing me and leaving me to feel unwanted and the next he’s teasing ,he was suck a kill joy and a freak for that matter but one thing I wouldn’t let him see is my weakness .“Of course not ,Why should I be scared?“"You should be." He bends his elbow behind his back, and when he straightens his arm the light catches a flash of silver in his hand. "Wh…what’s that?"He swoops out his arm and the front of my dress loosens. I glance down to find he’s cut through the straps holding up the dress. "What did you do?""What does it look like?""Do you have to answer every question with a question?"He arches his eyebrow, then swoops out his hand again. His movements are so fast, they seem like a blur. I blink. He retreats, then surveys his handiwork. I glance down as the dress falls apart. Oh. He cut enough slashes in the front of the dress for it to literally deflate in on itself. Whoa. I glance up at his face, "Was th
AlessioShe snaps her head back, her spine curves, her lips part and she shatters. The orgasm sweeps up her body and she tenses, stretches, green eyes a tormented, coiling mass of storm clouds that boil over as she screams. I fit my mouth over hers, absorb the sound as she slumps into me. I pull out the knife, place it on the counter behind her, then tear my mouth from hers .Staring at her perfect body , A goddess, a huntress, a Beauty about to come apart on the tongue of this Beast, the one who is going to show her why she shouldn’t trust anyone so easily with her pleasure.Her entire body, seems to vibrate with tension as she grabs handfuls of my hair, and presses herself closer to where my I am eating her out. Her back bends, her breasts jiggle as she pants and gasps and throws her head back, and that’s when I pull back. I release her, rise to my feet, grab my knife by the blade and freeze. "What did you stop?"She cracks open her eyelids and blinks, "Wh…what’s wrong?"I stare at th