~CECILIA~I was asleep, or at least half way there when the HEAT, _What I chose to call it_ hit me, destroying every promise of a goodnight sleep.And as usual it didn't come with mercy.By now I already knew that trying to fight it or block it out was very useless but I still tried anyway, by shutting my eyes and focusing on my breaths which were now coming in pants.A gasp tore past my lip as another fresh jolt of lust hit me, convulsing my stomach and tying it up in knots.Sweet painful knots.I bit my lip and clenched my legs, to somehow relieve the ache between them. The ache that was driving me crazy.Fuck.If only I could just get a release somehow. If only there was something to take this burning ache away.Images of Don Petrov flashed through my mind.Fuck if I'll try to fight it.His dark eyes which are partially covered by his curly hair, though you could still make out the dark shade.I pictured him, leaning against my door frame as he looked at me with his face laced with

"What on earth is going on Ivan?" Darya asked as I swerved the SUV around quickly and headed to the direction of our mansion instead of Santez's place.Panic and fear gripped my chest so painfully I could hear my breaths coming out in pants and my heart thudding frantically in my chest.This cannot be.Not Johnny. How was this possible?A kid being kidnapped only means one thing to me.The damn scientists."Ivan, you are scaring me." Darya shouted as I sped past cars and houses.I couldn't respond to her. I was filled with rage, anger.Primal rage that I haven't felt in a very long time now.If anything happens to that boy, so help me God...I hit the brake when I got to my mansion and opened the doors."Get out." I barked and thankfully she didn't question me. Perhaps because of my tone.Once she was out of the car, I locked the door, and sped off again, my knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly./In all you do, make sure he doesn't go into rage before he's tamed.

tHours went by, a day passed and my number one goal was Avoiding Don Petrov and everything that concerns him.Which I succeeded in, until it was time for dinner.I had made my way to the kitchen, my steps cautious as I moved through the quiet hallways of the mansion.As I neared the kitchen, I overheard a hushed voice, and I realised immediately that it was the Boss.His voice was low, and he was speaking fast as if he was upset or something.With my heart almost jumping into my mouth I turned to go back, so that I wouldn't be caught eavesdropping on his private conversation, instead my legs carried me towards the entrance."This isn't something that should be kept on maybe, Brent. How on earth did it happen? Obviously they are back. Did they get other kids? I need answers and I need them fast. I didn't spend years working so damn hard to keep those bastards buried, just to have them rise back and start...."His shoulder tensed up as he cut off and turned abruptly.His gaze met mine

~~IVAN~~"Excuse you?"I placed a hand on Darya's lap as she made to get up, her face scowled in anger. I got this one.Santez just shrugged nonchalantly, "Well, it's a fair deal if you ask me so. Not only will you get the land and the banks, but you get my support, and of course my partnership for life. After all, no alliance is stronger than a marriage alliance."Darya's body relaxed and I could tell that she was considering it.Of course it was a very good offer and I would need that. But if there was one thing I hated, it's blackmail or anything related to it.I'm the one who calls the shots. Not anyone else.I leaned back in my chair, and gave him a thoughtful expression."You know, you can go back home and really think about it Ivan." He said with that smile, "Really think about it. This isn't a decision you can make in a haste.". "I cannot accept this proposal," I declared, my voice carrying a sense of finality. "Marriage is not the solution to our problems."My refusal was me

~~IVAN~~“What on earth do you think you are doing, boy?”I raised my brow at my uncle, amazed at his tone, which seemed like he was talking to a kid.Does he think that I'm a child?“What do you mean?”“How could you speak to me in such a manner? In the presence of a slave nonetheless?”Oh, fuck. His face was scowled, squeezed in anger. I was almost afraid that his veins would burst.Now wouldn't that be a good riddance for us all?“Uncle Ivan,” I called, shaking my head, “I only pointed out what was true to you. I really won't have you coming into my quarter to disrespect my people. You don't see me doing that to you.”“I'm your uncle, boy o!!”“And there has to be boundaries!” My retort was angrier than I intended it to be, and it made his eyes widen. I cleared my throat and continued in a calmer tone, “forgive me for being rude. But that's how it is. Keep your rules in your quarter, and I'll handle mine how I want to. I'm not a kid" He seemed surprised, and honestly this should b