LOGINClothes came off between kisses and touches. His shirt hit the floor first. Her dress followed.Roman laid her down carefully and stretched over her. He braced most of his weight on his forearms. His length pressed heavy against her thigh. Alana’s hands ran down the strong line of his back. She felt the tension that still lived in his muscles even now.“I need you,” she said, looking straight up into his eyes. “Right now. No holding anything back.”He kissed her again, deeper this time. One hand slid between their bodies. His fingers found her pussy already slick and ready. He stroked her slow and thorough. Alana’s hips lifted into the touch on their own. A soft moan slipped out of her throat.“Fuck, you feel ready for me already,” Roman said against her mouth. “So wet and open.”“Mmh...” she answered, voice a little shaky. “Please, Roman. I want you inside me.”He shifted his hips and lined the thick head of his length up with her entrance. He pushed in slow. He gave her every inch o
Roman sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees. His eyes stayed fixed on the floor like he was still standing in the middle of those old years. Alana stayed right beside him. Her hand rested warm on his arm. She did not speak yet. She just gave him the space to resume talking whenever he was ready. “I left the syndicate when I was eighteen,” he said after a long breath. “Walked away from everything I knew and went straight to Mr. Beaufort.” He paused and rubbed a hand over his mouth. “His company was already on the edge of collapsing back then. His first son had made a mess that could not be cleaned up easy. He killed a woman who belonged to a dangerous cartel. That one mistake came back around hard. It ended up killing him.” Alana’s fingers stayed gentle on his arm while she listened. “Nobody outside the inner circle ever found out he was dead,” Roman continued. “Beaufort covered the whole thing. He let people believe his son was off traveling or laid up sick
Roman sat on the edge of the mattress, his fingers lightly tracing the cuff of his shirt. He took a heavy breath, his eyes staring blankly at the floorboards between them. "I will start with Kim," Roman began, his voice flat. "We knew each other since we were children. Her father worked as a fixer for my father, who was deeply involved in the mafia world. Her father was also giving our family information about a rival syndicate, which was how he became connected to my father's organization." "Whenever his business brought him to the estate, Kim came with him. Damien and I had no friends back then, so the three of us often spent time together." Alana kept her face turned toward the wall, but she listened to the slight rasp in his throat. Her crossed arms tightened over her chest, yet the rigid stance she had held all morning was slowly beginning to give way. She finally turned to face him. "Kim eventually became very important to me," Roman continued, a faint shadow passin
Alana woke up with a terrible hangover, her head pounding so violently that the room seemed to tilt. She lay frozen for a moment, her eyes squinting against the morning light while she tried to piece together where she was or how she had even gotten there. She eventually managed to drag herself out of bed, her muscles aching as she stumbled into the bathroom. She splashed freezing water over her face and rinsed out her mouth, trying to wash away the stale taste of whiskey. When she finally looked up into the mirror, she winced; she was still wearing the midnight-black silk gown from the previous night, and she looked like absolute crap.She stepped out of the bathroom, crossing the floor toward the exit to figure out whose roof she was under. The second she opened the bedroom door, she nearly collided with a maid in her 30s who was standing in the corridor, holding a silver tray with a steaming mug. The woman had her hand raised, just about to knock."Good morning, Alana," the maid
Give Her SpaceThe heavy metal doors opened, exposing them to the cool, damp night air. A torrential downpour had begun to fall, the heavy rain splashing violently against the concrete and turning the neon city lights into a blurred smear of color. Ryan immediately opened a massive black umbrella, holding it high over Alana's head to shield her from the storm.Before they could even reach the edge of the curb, a sleek black sedan pulled up to the pavement with a sharp screech of tires. The driver’s side door flung open, and Roman stepped out into the pouring rain. He didn't care about the water soaking through his clothes. His eyes were locked entirely on his wife, his face pale and etched with an intense anxiety that Alana had never seen before.The moment Alana’s drunken eyes registered his silhouette, her sorrow instantly morphed back into a fiery, volatile rage."Alana, thank God," Roman breathed, stepping forward, his hands reaching out automatically to check her for inj
The flashing neon lights of the crowded lounge blurred into streaks of hot pink and electric blue, matching the relentless pounding in Alana’s head. It was past midnight. She sat at the perimeter of the VIP bar, her fingers tightly gripping the stem of her third glass of neat whiskey. Every burning swallow was a desperate attempt to silence the ringing echo of Roman's voice from earlier. Our marriage is a contract marriage. Act like it. The words felt like fresh lacerations against her skin.She lifted the glass to her lips again, tilting her head back to drain the amber liquid. She wanted to drown the image of Roman's dark eyes, the cold precision of his posture, and the many questions of his mysterious ex fiancee; Kim Morrison."You look far too beautiful to be drinking alone this late," a smooth voice purred beside her.Alana didn't turn around right away. She set her empty glass down on the counter with a heavy click before glancing sideways. A man in an expensive tailored navy
Taking the phone from Rosalind, Alana placed it by her ear and walked a little distance away from her aunt. She didn't utter a word, and the other end of the phone remained equally silent."You didn't bother to call me," her mother said from the other side of the phone."What do you want, Stephanie
Stopping the car in front of the silver gate, Alana glanced at the GPS to ensure she was at the right place. She turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, following Ryan's instructions. He had already informed the resident of her arrival. The gates opened almost immediately, and she swiftl
To her surprise, the man before her was the most handsome she had ever seen. His captivating green eyes mesmerized her, framed by long, beautiful lashes.Some of his jet-black hair fell to the side of his face, accentuating his features. His jawline was perfectly chiseled, and his lips had a soft p
Bang!The sound of the gun cut through the air as Alana pulled the trigger, the bullet barely passing by Roy's head and hitting the door behind him."You crazy bitch," Roy spat, making an attempt to move closer to her."Foolish idea, don't you think," Alana muttered, pointing the gun directly at







