EricaSummer was right. My curiosity always leads me where I shouldn't be.I never would've thought I would be standing here and defending Ephraim while asking to have the punishment for myself. I didn't want Ephraim to get punished because of me, because Antonio didn't like that his supposed captive was favoring Ephraim. I didn't want someone else getting punished because of something I did. Especially Ephraim because he had been nice to me, unlike the arsehôle standing in front of me.But then there was this perverse side of me that perked up when his predatory golden gaze fell on me after my demand to exchange places with Ephraim. And as much as I hated Antonio for hurting Ephraim because of me, I also wanted to be the one at the receiving end of that pain. It had been too long since I felt the sharp edge of the blade, and red lashes marking Ephraim’s chest and back were calling to me like a flame to a moth.“Think again, Erica. It’s not a blade that you can control and mark your s

Antonio.I walked away from her. From them. Leaving her there in the care of Ephraim, because I knew he would take care of her. For the first time, I felt like someone bruised my fûcking ego. I was the kind of man who didn't care what anyone thought of him. I was known to be cold and ruthless, and what I just did proved it to be true. There wasn’t a woman out there who wouldn’t drop down on her knees for me because my name was enough. They knew I was the man of power and wealth, and unfortunately or vainly most of them were attracted to that. But this little woman just over five feet had stood there taking the lashes from the whip and refuted state the truth. She fûcking refused to give in, to say the words that we both knew were the truth. She held her truth back and like an arsehôle that she was fond of calling me, I left her there tied and in pain.Fûck that.She had gotten under my skin, making me so fûcking angry and annoyed with her that I left without giving her an aftercar

AntonioI sat in my car as the driver picked me up from the private hanger and pulled my phone out and checked the recent emails. The first made my jaw clench. I would've to do something about the Sokolov bastardo, he was getting on my nerves. In the last few weeks he had managed to hijack three of my shipments and that too the legal ones. If the word got out, people would start to question my ability in running one of the most lucrative businesses and would speculate my position that I had made for myself.I sent a reply to arrange a meeting with my local dealers and distributors before I opened the next email. It was from Clint and there was an attachment with it. A video.As soon as I opened the video, I was glad I didn’t have an audience. The video opened on press conference. It was a clip from a news broadcast from London and there sat a very angry looking Gabriel Wolfe and beside him was his wife that looked like she had been sick for a few weeks at least, with several microphon

Erica .Surprisingly, I woke up well rested and fresh. It didn’t feel like I had watched serial kîller documentaries late into the night or drunken myself into stupor which was odd. And odder was the fact that I woke up in the cell room, I still refused to call it mine, in the bed tucked properly like someone had taken special care to cover me for the night. Shaking off this odd warm feeling, I went to the bathroom wondering why I didn’t remember coming to this room. When I was brushing my teeth, my mind like it was doing for the last few days went back to Antonio. And the fact that I hadn’t seen or talked to him. But what irritated me was Ephraim’s words about him frequenting those kinky clubs where women no doubt would be falling over themselves to give him what I had refused to. And even as much as I prided myself not to submit in front of him, the thought of all those faceless women felt like a pinch to my skin. Out of nowhere a flash of memory resurfaced then, of me looking in

Erica “You can unbuckle me and take my côck out. Get it ready. And don’t disturb me.”His order in that deep silken voice made a shiver run down my spine. As much as I hated the calloused way he was demanding, I was also looking forward to it. He looked relaxed and his eyes were once again focused on his laptop screen. There were a number of men speaking over each other but when Antonio spoke they all quieted.I wondered if he was thinking that I wouldn’t do it and walk out of here and that’s why he was so focused on his call. But when my hands fell on his knees and he still didn’t give his attention to me I realised he really meant for me to get his côck ready without disturbing him. That made me angry and I swore to make him feel every bit of it so that he’d be forced to focus on me instead of his meeting.I ignored his deep voice and the steely tone that he commanded the meeting with. He wasn’t speaking English and neither was it Italian, but the way words rolled off his tongue ma