Mila  “In your dreams, arseholè.” I growled at him and made sure to hit him in the side as I started to go.But he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to face him. With his eyes dark and angry, he gritted out, “In my dreams, you are tied across the dining table while I am eating you out. And then I fûck you, all three holes you have to offer. You have no idea what else I’m doing to you every night in my dreams.”“You—”“Save your words. Come to me when you are ready to beg.”I moved past him but didn’t get to take two steps when I stumbled and groaned out, “Fuck.” Turning around, I glared at him. “For fucks sake. Stop it.”“What?” He asked, and slipped out

Jonathan   I sat in her room, on her bed with her soft body pressed into mine. Her eyes were closed, her swollen lips parted slightly as she slept, pressing the side of her face into my chest. She was so little in my arms, so vulnerable and yet I knew that she carried a fire inside herself. The fire I want to stoke even more. I couldn’t help but think back to how fucking beautiful she had looked, submitting to me. On her knees with her mouth open, begging for my cock. At first she had been stubborn and full of defiance and then slowly she had accepted what she felt. She had let her attraction win, she had let her body’s demand overcome her. It was a victory for me but still somewhere in her hazel eyes I had seen she wasn’t completely into it. A tiny part of her wasn’t happy the way she gave in. But despite that it hadn’t taken away the b

Jonathan Something was wrong.And this time I was sure of it.It had been three days since that late afternoon in her bedroom when she had submitted to me. And since then she hadn’t mouthed to me once. It was like she was once again that timid little mouse with that small voice that had come to work for me in the beginning. There was no hint of the tigress I had uncovered and come to adore.She was always ready to do what I asked her to. There were no glares, no sass and no obvious desire in her hazel eyes. Now her hazel eyes were always downcast and she obeyed me like it was her second nature. Like she was my slave. And I hated it and I was starting to hate her for it. For her blind obedience.Even now as I sent her an email and watched on the screen as she read her email, I didn’t see a flash of smile or the

Jonathan   I looked up at her, her eyes were so soft and tears still clung to her lashes as she met my gaze. There was a vulnerable quality about her that I couldn’t help but make mine and keep it safe, tucked away somewhere far. And then she said the words I had never heard and not used till now. “Make love to me.” I felt my chest tighten and felt the warmth of her words. She was a sorceress and there was no other explanation for the magic she was weaving. “Please.” My fingers tightened around her nape and I pulled her down to capture her lips in a hungry yet soft kiss. I wanted to devour her whole. I wanted to make her mine and I wanted to erase the touch and memory of every man who had come before me. I cupped her cheeks and nipped at her lips, still softly sipping from her mouth. “I will give you whatever you want.” I said, repeating my promise from earlier. And I realised t

Jonathan No matter how much I try, this family keeps pulling me in. And each time my hatred only intensified  I stepped out of the car and met Lachlan as he came around. “Who else is here?” I asked as I saw a black BMW parked besides Lachlan’s. “Your brother has become best friends with Kayne.” Lachlan replied.“What do we know about him?”“Nothing. He keeps his cards close to him, not even his men know anything. And unlike your little brother, he has brains.”I started to climb the stairs when the doors opened. This time it was the same man I had found before instead of Gracia. I passed by him and heard Lachlan following close behind me. “Jonathan,” He called and I paused outside my father’s study. He caught up to me and said