M A R C OOf all the experiences life taught me, there was a valuable lesson which I never forgot, and that was: when a Romano shows up at your door, unannounced, it means trouble. T-R-O-U-B-L-E in capital fucking letters.And right now I was staring at the epitome of trouble—Samantha Romano. Hurricanes and typhoons might as well be named after her.Beaming, she stepped up and raised her arms, revealing the takeout bags. "I brought Indian."I eyed her head-to-toe before frowning. "You also brought yourself.""Hmmphf!" Sammy, the shorter version of her name as we called her, pouted. "Where are your manners, Marco? Move please, and let me in!" As expected, she shouldered her way inside the house and trotted into the kitchen."I am not sure you care much for manners," I muttered before closing the door and followed her to the kitchen."Sammy, to what do I owe the pleasure of your surprise visit?" I asked her. Sammy busied herself with the food by taking out them. God knew how, but she wa
MARCOSammy's divine Plan B was to tell on Viktor—yes, telling on. The thing I did when I was...No, I never 'told on' anyone. It wasn't my style because I considered it to be beneath me. Yes, I broke their noses, fractured their limbs, kicked them in the balls—but I never 'tell on' anyone.I highly believe that even a monster should have standards.But Sammy didn't share my philosophy. Growing up around three brothers, she liked to play dirty all the time. And as long as she won, she didn't mind playing the game.Coming back to her Plan B, she thought it would be worth introducing Aurora to Mrs. Romano. The undercurrent threat was to blackmail Viktor with what he did at La Preda.Viktor's mother, Mrs. Romano, was the bonafide ruler of their house. She made it clear to her husband since her early days of marriage that Alessandro Romano he might rule over Chicago, but when it came the Romano Mansion—her word was law. Apart from that, there was another mandate she has established: innoce
A U R O R A(A year later) Eighteen-year-oldOne year flew by in the moment's spur. Well, I wouldn't exactly call it the spur of the moment because there were times when time passed at a snail's pace, especially when Marco would push me to work harder every morning. To this day, I wasn't sure how I had managed to follow every letter of his instructions like an obedient protege would listen to her master.It was unnerving—impossible every so often; yet I managed to strive through it all—bleeding, sweating, and panting. And Marco stood by my side, held me tight on occasions when my limbs failed to support me, and then helped me fight back—every step of the way.Marco was a double-edged sword, though. But, sometimes, he could freeze the blood in my veins too. A lesson well-learned in the past year was that: he was not a man to be trifled with when fuming unless one has a death wish. But I was way past my meaningless rebellious stage, knowing very well I wouldn't win against him. Not that
AURORA "What...what?" Sammy sputtered. "Are you insane?" She tried to laugh it off, but it was way fake. The surprise caught her off guard already. "God...hell no!"I smiled and shook my head slightly. "Let it be if you are going to lie to me, Sammy." I think she tried to justify some more, but alcohol-induced minds were generally less complex.I drank silently from the bottle, looking away from the dance floor. In the short duration of one year that I have known Sammy, it didn't take me much time to realize she was in love with Marco. Deep down, his approval meant so much more to her than her brothers.She didn't only love him but admired him.A long, uncomfortable silence ensued as Sammy finally turned and took the bottle out of my bottle, finishing it for herself.As I gave an accusatory look, she nodded. "Fine, fine—you win. But first, tell me, what gave me away?" Sammy asked softly."I have seen you looking at him...I can't explain. But I know you do love him, don't you?"She sm
AURORA "Coffee?"I looked up through the haze of hangover at the outstretched hand, holding a cup of delicious, black coffee."Thank you."I took it as Viktor sat down on the bed with me, causing the mattress to dip down under his weight.Last night was one of the most intense nights of my life. I saw the side of the man I had come to admire and adore over the long period, only to realize he was nothing that I perceived. And the most frustrating feeling was making my heart burn. As if someone has just poured acid into my throat.I still couldn't come to terms with the images of last night flashed before my eyes.I knew I would admit this only once: but I was glad when Viktor showed up outside the club when I managed to drag out Sammy—who was half unconscious in her drunken state.Inspire of everything, the part of me that ached for Marco was still battling to find a reasonable explanation out of this."How could you send me to live him?" I whispered into the steaming mug of coffee t
MARCOIt took every ounce of the indomitable will inside my body to curb the surging desire not to make her mine the very instant when my lips crashed against hers. I was only a man, after all, of flesh, blood, and impulse.As if watching a scum-hole kissing her in the club and not being able to kill him was bad enough that I had to watch Aurora running away from the fetish club. For the longest time, I kept her away from the darkest, deepest desires—I kept her away from me. And, all of a sudden, everything went down crashing like a massive earthquake.Fuck! I would be lying to myself as a seasoned dominant if I'd say she didn't feel the surge as deeply as mine. Aurora was as bewitched with the whole revelation as I was with her existence. That girl—woman—was the nexus of my life, my cravings that I have restrained so far.But as I held her against my heated flesh, kissed those nectar-lips, lured her with dark desires, I knew she was the submissive to my dominant. She fitted into me l
AURORAI didn't quite understand the attributes of BDSM per se, but what I saw and felt was through the eyes and words of the man who meant so much to me. I wouldn't lie—it chilled me to the bones when I saw the brutality they demonstrated in the videos. How does someone even jerk off to that?It reminded me of the prison all over again.But, how did everything felt so right, so arousing with Marco? For the longest time, I convinced myself that maybe these were the funny chemicals in your brain that makes you drool over silly things. The thought of him taking control, the idea of his dominance amplified a thrill of pleasure I had never encountered before.That day, I was at his mercy. He could have acted on his animal instincts, force himself on me, and yet he chose to ask me for a kiss.Who takes permission for a bloody kiss? But, then again, if someone random would try to put their mouth on me, he'd probably end up losing all his teeth.Slowly, my brain could figure out the whole 'c
MARCOSex and affection were two different elements I hadn't experienced together in an act until now. I was into BDSM because I preferred the power dynamics, the control over the stimulation of the partner, and the kink involved. I didn't know when it became a significant part of me, but I have bone-deep knowledge now that I couldn't sever it.For years, I mastered in dominance and was never short of submissives—both new and experienced—but I kept everything strictly on one-night-basis. Emotional involvement was never on my agenda.Like a massive avalanche, Aurora came and devoured every bit of my carefully decorated life and shook the very roots.Aurora's naked frame bunched in my arms, safe and content, not letting the slightest barrier slid between us. In all universe, she should be her happy place.Accepting submission was not an easy thing for a girl like her with a take-charge attitude. She was an alpha in herself. It took an insane amount of trust to let me master her body, he