SolanaHis fingers left my thigh, tugging at the sleeve of my blouse. I raised my hands so he could slip it off, unable to say anything, my pulse quickening as the minutes rolled by slowly. He tossed the blouse aside, and used a finger to lift my chin up, so I could stare directly into his deep, blue eyes.“Never take your eyes off me.”I gave a small nod, my breath hitching as I tried not to blink, tried to avoid drowning in the depth of his gaze. He swallowed carefully as he explored my chest, his blue eyes now a frightening, excited black. My nipples tightened from the intensity of his gaze upon them, barely hidden by the white lace material.Bringing his face down to mine, he shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, his mouth close to mine, so close, I could feel his ragged breathing. He planted a kiss softly on my cheek, the rushed unexpectedness making my stomach flutter, his breath on my face making my sex throb in a foreign, delightful kind of way.“It doesn't have to be war every ti
SolanaBeing locked away at the all-girls Catholic College for seven years was certainly an easier experience than this. It was me alone, left to my own world. I didn't have to face anything. I didn't have to think about anything that I didn't want to think about, and I could get angry about anything. I could rage about my hurt behind closed doors, and wear a smile in front of everyone. I could mull over my pain, my regrets, anything without being disturbed.Now I sat beside Abel in his Ford as he drove me to what I was once considered home. What I'd once felt incredibly safe in. Now, I didn't even know what was home anymore. I felt lost, like a lone dandelion seed swaying to whatever direction the wind took me. I didn't know where I belonged. I didn't know who I was once. Who I was now. Who I was meant to be. Who they wanted me to be.Wrenching my gaze from the rapidly disappearing corn fields that flanked the road on both sides, I looked at Abel, at his pristine features. At a glanc
Solana“We don't have to stay. And we've wasted so much time already. Helen would be worried.” I whispered, not sure if it was more for him or for me. People would know who I was. They'd know either because of my father and the scores of photos of the family after his death in the local paper or because of Abel's affluence.“We won't waste much time, but we'll stay. I want us to stay.”I nodded, and let him scoot back one of the chairs. He waited for me to be seated comfortably, before he took the chair directly opposite. I noted how he'd smartly selected the seat which would give him a pretty good view of everything that was going on in the Café, most especially the customers trooping in and out. It was a subtle reminder of who he was. Who I was. The amount of power he possessed.A tall, lanky waiter sauntered out from the kitchen to clear and wipe the table.“You're sure you'll like just lemonade, Lana?” Abel asked me. I nodded, drumming my fingers silently against my thighs.He tur
SolanaWe drove to the house in silence. I no longer gave Abel directions, because as it turned out, he knew the rest of the way once we'd gone out of the shortcut zone. When he eventually pulled up in front of the large, familiar, two-storey building with the wraparound porch and swing hanging from a branch in the overgrown tree in the front yard, I forgot how to breathe.It was time. Time to face...the cruel past.Abel switched off the engine and turned to me. I swallowed hard, my breaths coming off in short, shallow gasps as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his large thumb resting on my cheek as his mouth curved into a small, reassuring smile.He knew I was nervous. I was sure he could feel it too.“Relax. I've always known you to be fierce.”“Is it...is it that obvious? My fear, I mean.” I stuttered, clutching the box of fish rolls close to my bosom for dear life.“Yeah. A lot.” His cellphone trilled just then, prompting him to pull it out. He glanced at the display, scru
SolanaOne thing I could admit wholeheartedly that I loved about the Stravkos family was that they always kept their promises. Always. Even if it meant them severing ties with important businessmen. Even if it meant giving up their wealth, their identity, their ancestors had taught them to be honest, no matter the circumstances.Which was why they seldomly made promises. Which was why I felt safe, and certain, that I could trust Abel. I could trust his words. So far, he'd made two promises to me, and I knew he'd keep them no matter what.Without a word more, I led the way upstairs to my bedroom. Fond memories haunted the hallways, and I could still feel the presence of ghosts that clung to the wall. Upstairs, Abel helped me pack up the vital things — belongings I felt I needed to keep — which were mostly old school books, diaries and jewelry I'd hidden. My bed was bare, turned on it's side, propped against the cream-coloured wall. The two windows were open, the curtains draped apart t
AbelI knew it wasn't right, and I'd probably get a lot of judgement if anyone got to find out, but I did what any man in my shoes could've done. Back upstairs, in her room, I dug out the letter Solana had stuffed into the trash can and read it.I didn't quite know what I was expecting, but I was sure of one thing now. The fucking bastard of a father was too weak to stay alive, and instead of killing himself, he had to hire assassins to do the dirty work, making everyone suspect my father had been the one who'd gone after him. I couldn't be even more disgusted. He was so evil, trying to paint the Stravkos family with blame, than take responsibility for his actions even in this, a final, crappy letter to the daughter he unwittingly gave out without batting an eye. Did he even know the amount of damage the letter would do to her mental health? Did he know it will only add to the guilt she felt already with his sudden loss?What a moron. Fucking sick bastard.I paced my private office, p
Abel“Sir, she's ready with the first dress,” the girl announced, bowing curtly before she pointed at the dressing room. A large, ruby-red curtain hid the interior from view.I followed her in. It was a private room with a sofa and a mirror. A thin, white, threadbare curtain separated it from the changing area. Once inside, the girl slammed the door quietly and disappeared behind the white curtain, leaving me to stew in a multitude of questions about Andrew's recent trip to see Erin and Damien, as well as a shitload of uncomfortable silence.“Darn it, it's too low. I don't like it,” I overheard Lana complain.“Don't be a wuss. It looks gorgeous on you,” the girl retorted.A moment later, she pulled the curtain aside, and my eyes widened, my heart rate quickening at the speed of light, a warm feeling like sunrise lodging itself in my throat at the sight of the lady in front of me. There stood Lana, her face creased in a deep frown, her long, dark curls falling over her shoulders in gen
AbelI swallowed, my cock straining harder against my suit pants, as she raised her hands up for the girl to slide a short red dress over her head. This one hung lose to the low waist, armless, with slits all the way through.“Fun part?” the girl said with a sly beam, turning Solana around so she had her back to me. The back was cut out neatly to the hips, accentuating the figure of her silhouette perfectly.“It's beautiful. How about that one?” I asked, pointing to a black-colored midi that hung on her arm. The girl nodded in obedience, undressing and dressing Solana again. Turning her this way and that, all while my cock grew harder, Solana's silent submission turning me on as much as inspecting her naked body did.Fuck.Once she'd gone through the rest of the new dresses, the girl packed them back up and left us again.“What are we doing?” Lana asked in a whisper. She stood before me now in nothing but her panties and short wedges, her hands folded over her breasts, the sexual tens