LONDONI huff and puff out of the hotel's electronic doors, barely acknowledging the uniformed door attendants.The nerve of the man!I walk as fast as my six inch heeled boots would let me, struggling to contain my raging emotions. I've never met a more pig-headed, hardheaded, annoying man in my life. I pause with the startling realisation that I do not know where I'm going. Where the hell did they take Marcus, damn it!I look back quickly, hoping Mr. Neurotic has not decided to come after me. I feel a pang when I sight no one on my trail. A pang of relief? Or disappointment? I honestly do not wish to know. I look around frantically. How do I find Marcus? I don't even own a phone. I heave a sigh of relief when I sight one of the uniformed valets stepping down from a flashy car."Hey, excuse me." He turns in my direction, walking briskly towards me. He's young. Twenty–ish, I guess."Good evening, Miss. How may I be of service?"I give him a strained smile,"Hi. I'm looking for the ho

LONDONAnger manifests in two forms.The first form where it shocks you into silence, renders you completely speechless. And the second form, where raw, unbridled fury threatens to claw through your insides. You feel violent. Destructive.I stare up at Luca and I want to scratch and claw. I want to explode. There's a red, barely visible mark where my palm connected with his cheek, but he does not look pained. Instead, he looks surprised, amused even. Right now, the bastard pins me to the bed with threats to inflict more bodily harm on my person. I buck agdinst him. His weight is becoming slightly uncomfortable. He doesn't flinch. Instead, he grinds his hips harder agdinst my already slick core. I grit my teeth to prevent a stray moan from slipping out. God! That feels good. Too good. The feeling only serves to ignite my anger."Get the fuck off me."He drills furious gray eyes into my face."No. Start talking."I give him an incredulous look."Start talking. Oh, where do I begin?" My

LONDONI never really understood the phrase "beauty personified" until a few hours ago.Now, I hold the most beautiful woman in my arms and a calm, settling feeling descends on me. She might be here against her will, probably scared to death, hates my guts to hell and back, and is currently preparing to lie to my face – but at this moment, and perhaps all the moments in a very long while, I do not fucking care. I intend to ravish the hatred and fear right out of her. I'll give her carnal pleasures so powerful, she will not remember that I forced her to stay. Hell, when all this is over, it'll be a fucking miracle if she remembers her own name.I have to admit, I love the fear. I love the feeling of power that having her pinned beneath me, completely at my mercy, brings. Hell, I've killed men, wrecked cities, murdered world class criminal masterminds, but no feeling can be compared to the glorious, heady sensation of witnessing this hard headed, beautiful female fall apart beneath me.I

CHAPTER 17 – AFTER…LONDON"Cut off his fingers, all of them. I want it slow and painful."I stand in the underground, state-of-the-art, bomb resistant facilities of The Blue Diamond. Designed as a safe house/ torture chamber, it is one of my most favorite places. Right now, I watch as my men skin Liam Jordan alive, the fucking guard who had the audacity to hit Blue eyes. I shut my eyes, letting his high pitched, pain filled screams feed the dark demon that took possession of my body the moment I woke up cold and alone in that hotel room.It's been sixteen hours. Sixteen fucking hours of constantly searching for her and harassing my tech. officials all over the world. Sixteen hours of persistently torturing myself with images of her postcoital glow and mind numbing beauty. My fingers clench involuntarily into fists at my sides. I've been very difficult to work with and even more difficult to control for the past few hours. So far, I've lashed out at my men, completely destroyed the P

LONDONMy life is coming to an end, and today is the day.The mansion has been buffed and polished to an almost blinding shine. The main hall had already been set up with an altar and a lot of expensive white gold decorations.Dad has not spared any expenses.The cellar is stocked with extravagant wine labels. The buffet table is filled with an overwhelming quantity of food. How many people are attending this wedding ceremony anyways?I stand again before the floor to ceiling mirrors while Yulia tries to fix my veil. A flurry of activity is currently going on around me, but I barely notice. It's like the train wreck that is my life is playing out in slow motion, and I'm worried that I might not be strong enough to pull myself from the rubble. My stomach twists with nerves. My shoulders are stiff with tension.The makeup professional dabs the final and only later of foundation on my face. Dad being Dad wanted heavy, extravagant make-up. I on the other hand, want something light and ra