Mag-log in“Do you feel that, Rose?” He asked in a gruff tone. “The effect I have on you is real. Don’t deny it. Don’t deny me.” Rose’s cheeks burned with shame, even though she pushed her bosom more into his hand, seeking the pleasure she knew he could give her. Then, she recalled that they were in a restaurant, and stilled at once, eyes wide, heart thudding wildly, and breathless. “We’re in a bar,” she told him, her protest sounding weak even to her own ears. “A desert one,” he chuckled. She turned around, and saw that the restaurant was indeed vacant, save for them, and Enzo and Stefan who were standing by the door, their backs to them. It was rush hour, and that couldn’t have happened, even if the food was terrible — and it wasn’t. She understood immediately that the divillish man sitting next to her, who starred in all her fantasies as of late, had ensured that they would have the privacy they needed. For a ruthless mafia boss, he sure could be considerate. ... ... ... ... When Rose meets a mafia boss on one of her night shifts, she thinks he is a peculiar and unpleasant patient whom she would do well to avoid... Little does she know that that encounter is but the beginning to a tumultuous passionate chapter of her life. Risking everything for the man shouldn't be an option... And yet, she soon finds herself caught in his web of sin, desire, and obsession.
view moreRose had expected her training to be tough, but she hadn’t expected Roman to oversee it himself. She thought he would delegate the task, like the busy man he was. Instead, he promised her that the moment she would hand in her resignation letter, things would change – and indeed, they did. Although there were some times when Rose longed to hear words of affection, she had grown used to Roman’s love language. He was quite easy to figure out; he made time for her, allowed her liberties no one else had, and even made sure to cherish her in ways no one ever had before. Sure, the beginning of their entanglement was unusual to say the least, and although she wasn’t exactly expecting a happy ending necessarily, she knew she would at least enjoy the journey while it lasted. “You shooting or what?” His voice carried a touch of sweet devotion and none of the irritation anyone would have expected.Mafia boss as he might be, he always went the extra mile for her. Love wasn’t about empty words
The moment Giuseppe Bianchi left, Roman placed a kiss on Rose’s shoulder, which he bared himself. Rose could do nothing but shiver, even as she kept her moans in. Resisting this man was futile. Resisting the fiery passion was impossible… Leaving him was never an option. No matter how delightful the light could be, she now belonged to the shadows of the darkness. And it was high time she embraced it. “Are you going to make a spectacle out of me?” She breathed out the words in a low voice. “Don’t even joke about this,” his icy cold blue eyes were playful, and she realized he took that as the teasing it was. “You and I both know that ain’t happening.” “And here I thought we were going to try something new tonight,” she heaved a sigh dramatically. “Something new, huh?” The next thing she knew, she was swept off her feet, and they soon made it to the master bedroom. “You drive me nuts, woman,” he growled at her as he placed her on the bed. “It’s little butterfly to you, mister,”
Flora’s words were like a shock to Rose’s system, like a slap to the face, and a new light on everything she truly thought she knew. Yes, Roman was a mafia boss, and wasn’t to be messed with. Yes, she had agreed to become his – willingly, might some add. Yes, there was no other man she could ever love this much, this intensely. And yet, his world was made of roses, and wasn't one she had been even remotely familiar with before she stepped into his base. He might care for her in ways that were unfathomable, passionate, and yet oh so controlled at the same time… But there was so much she didn’t know about him still. Rose remained in the kitchen, while Flora busied herself at the stove, and it was only when the old cook nudged her and said softly, “Go get ready, sweetheart.” that she rushed to the master bedroom to make herself more presentable. If this was meant to be their last night together, she wanted it to be memorable. When someone finally knocked on the door of the mas
Roman didn’t get to spend much time comforting his sweet little butterfly. And even though she needed him, she didn’t reach out to him either. He knew that she had been through quite the ordeal, and yet, not only did business wait for no one, but neither did wars. Natasha had been right – her father was furious, and wouldn’t let the matter slide quietly, even if the provocation had come from his precious daughter – but Roman just couldn’t have allowed someone like her, someone he considered a danger to Rose’s wellbeing, to remain alive. The Bratva might control some parts of the city, but Roman's family controlled most of it. They might have many men on their side, but Roman had skilled people under him, not just mindless, irrelevant pawns. Nevertheless, it took him a damned week, thrilling albeit gruesome fights, and some long tiring negotiations before he and the little bit*ch’s father came to an agreement. When it was finally time to go back to the base, he told Ludo who was
“You truly have some nerve, sticking to Roman’s side like glue,” the voice that reached Rose’s ears wasn’t unfamiliar. She was ti*ed down to a chair, blindfolded, utterly and completely powerless – at their mercy – but at least she now knew who had ordered her abdu*ction.Natasha sure was an obses
Rose didn’t speak to the scarred man, and didn’t object when the doors were locked. She didn’t even heave a sigh or cry. Being trapped in a closed space with the man, who had threatened her away from her people, who hadn’t batted an eye in telling her he would blow up the clinic, should feel scary
Rose was finally no longer on bed rest. She felt like she could breathe again, smile again, and even live again, despite the void that sometimes threatened to consume her. Sure, she wasn’t quite at the stage where she felt whole again, but she was plenty thankful for the surprisingly quiet life she
Rose was in the gardens, chilling, a few days after she and Roman patched things up, when there was a bit of a commotion at the entrance. Like the curious little cookie she was, she found herself going there, as if her feet had a mind of their own. To her surprise, there was a woman, clad elegant
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