Mag-log inI thought I would feel better after baring my soul to Sean but I didn’t. If possible I felt worse. His reaction had somehow managed to take me by surprise. I never expected outrage on my behalf.It’s probably not concern. More like manly pride. How dare someone else touch what’s mine, blah blah blah…Even as I tried to minimize Sean’s reaction to myself, I couldn’t forget the fury in his eyes, not all of it at me, some of it was on my behalf. And whatever the reason he felt like that…it showed that he at least cared for me on some level…Right?I sighed deeply and Natasha side eyed me. “Do you want to talk about something?” she asked, albeit reluctantly.I snorted. “No. I’m not going to inflict my emotions on you, you can relax.”She cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “I can-”“No Natasha, you can’t.” I cut her off before it got awkward for both of us. “And you shouldn’t have to. You’re not here to decipher whether he loves me or he loves me not.”She eyed me with
From a security point of view I could see why we had to haul ass back to New York, but from a pride perspective it felt like running away. I was pretty sure Murphy wasn’t about to hurt me any further. His pride had been restored when his men gave me a beating. But I couldn’t exactly explain that to Irina.Not that she was listening.Inadvertently, she’d put me in a place where I might have to turn to her brother for weapons. I might have been tempted to be suspicious if I thought she knew what she was doing. But she didn’t. All she wanted was to take care of me. I could see the worry in her eyes.It was disconcerting.I looked out of the window as we flew over the Atlantic, trying to ignore the pain in my body. I had refused painkillers because I wanted to be alert. Much as I thought it unwarranted, Natasha’s caution was infectious. I was pretty sure there’d be no trouble but I wouldn’t bet my life – or Irina’s – on it. She came in and sat on the bed, clad in a beautiful cashmere swe
I flopped back on my bed, opening my novel to where I’d left off. I had heard a lot about the story and I wanted to see what the fuss was about. Plus, one of the protagonists was Russian – and not bratva. It caught my interest.Ilya and Shane were so sickeningly in love that it felt unrealistic to me though. Still, I’d woken up alone, Sean vanished like he never existed…maybe I needed to escape my reality and wallow in someone else’s sickening reality.I don’t even know why it bothered me so much but it did. After last night he just…left me.No note.No text.Nothing.It was heading towards late afternoon and no one had any idea where he was.Maybe he flew back to Boston in disgust.I sighed, picking up my phone and staring at it. I was very tempted to text Roman and ask…I don’t even know. If Sean was there?I put my feet up on the walls, clad in nothing but my pink panties and a blush pink spaghetti top, with a huge red heart drawn in its center. I wore my cream silk house coat on to
I stood over her naked as she slept in her bed, limbs starfished as if someone had flung her on the bed like a ragdoll. Her pert little ass called to me, in full view because her blankets and sheets were all on the floor.She’s such a messy sleeper.I couldn’t help grinning but before I could be tempted into climbing back in that bed with her and showing her just what happened when she left her ass all undefended, I took a step back, and then another. It was only when I reached the door was I able to turn around and leave her chambers.Mine were right next door so no one saw my naked ass striding through it and shutting the door quietly behind me. She didn’t know it but these were the ‘married quarters’ where the Lord and Lady of the castle were meant to fuck like rabbits until they populated the countryside with their offspring.I definitely wasn’t thinking about offspring when I imagined myself once again ploughing her hot wet pussy. I wasn’t thinking, full stop.And that’s what sc
A draughty Irish castle wasn’t where I was expecting to spend my honeymoon. I wasn’t complaining…exactly. The fields outside were verdant and beautiful, the sea waves crashing against the cliff face was bleak and majestic. My room had a four poster bed that made me feel like the princess in The Princess and the Pea.“Natasha, check the mattress for produce.” I grinned at her as she gave me a puzzled look, clearly not getting the reference.She looked around. “This is a good space. Very defensible.” she said nodding with approval.I laughed. “Defensible? You know we’re not about to be attacked by red coats don’t you? It’s the twenty first century not the eighteenth.”She shrugged. “Us being who we are, you never know who’ll decide to attack.”I walk up to her and deposit a loud smacking kiss on her cheek. “You make me feel so safe Nat.”She laughed, extracting a gun from a holster I hadn’t even noticed until that minute. “That’s why I’m here.”She put the gun on the table before walkin
Leaving Boston was not easy for me. There’s always somebody coming after your spot and you gotta be vigilant or else. If its not the Russians or the damned Ukrainians, it’s the Italians. Because of the Ukrainians reliance on Russian arms and routes, going after Irina killed two birds with one stone.Victor Moretti isn’t to be sneezed at though. He might be small potatoes in Boston but his New York ties make him dangerous.“Hey, I have as much to lose as you do if Victor makes a move. You can be sure I’ll be watching close.” Roman told me as he prepared to leave us for the evening. It was my last objection to this honeymoon idea, and I made it hoping he’d say exactly that.Victor can be reckless but Roman is ruthless. He won’t hesitate to protect what he considers as his. If I could trust him or his sister, they’d make the strongest allies I could ever have.But I can’t help wondering what it is Irina is keeping from me. I know it’s something.She got to her feet as soon as Roman left a







