Semua Bab Assassin For The Don: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Dinara Anya IsyanovAs the woman dressed in maid clothing entered the room she smiled warmly at me which I didn’t reciprocate, “Miss, I am here to help you dress.”Then without waiting for me to say anything she went to one of the doors which was a walk-in closet to take out clothes. I followed her inside.I may not be girlish but I was a shopaholic and the closet I walked in was a heaven set-up for me. I was a girl, after all, one that was brought up in old money. Rack after rack limited-edition branded fabrics and accessories was just what I needed to calm my nerves.Damn! The girl must be an asshat to leave this closet to elope with some hobo!′ The whole closet was filled with top-notch brands, classically rich but nothing flamboyant, more in the lines of tastefully modest yet sexy. The closet sure was drafted by a fashionista.After an hour, I got ready with a bubble bath. It was relaxing after all the strenuous dread I had gone through.Looking at my reflection I admired myself.

Dinara Anya IsyanovI am horny.I flopped back on the bed and swiped my hands on my forehead, my fingers disappeared in my hairline. I breathed hard as my legs clenched together.I am frustrated and perplexed. I’m rolling in a constant sphere of being bored to miserable and then horny. Ready to hunch over… horny!Two weeks had passed since the occurrence on the Breakfast spread when I officially took over the role of Serena 2.0, everything was back to normal. Freaking ludicrous, rotten, and gross normal. And I was back to being bored which leads to me being horny!Vanity sure was venomous! I never remember being horny or particularly aroused, I was like I was in the season. Or maybe it was the rebel in me wanting to refute the White’s strict decorum. I wanted a good oral, even old-school banging or humping would do. I could serve myself but I never went solo.The point being I am bored rigid and vain.I knew some bast*rd kept watch on me; some maids and guards here were too considerat

Dinara Anya IsyanovHe was captivating, magnetizing, or was I in a besotted trance? He had his arms wound around me like shackles or maybe they were feather-soft touches, not cagey but too firm that if I was to wrestle, it would be for naught. Just like the act of taking air in and out, still not being able to breathe.He looked too exotic yet his ouch felt intimate despite knowing I’ve never felt such. Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move.Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul?I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind