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Chapter 1 — You Don't Know Me

TARAI look at him, this handsome stranger. He must be the Sanguinary's first son; he's breathtakingly beautiful. What age would I give him? Thirty-five maybe? He seems much older than my brothers, virile, sculptural, irresistible. I approach, studying him discreetly. Lord… I want him. My heart is pounding: it's the first time a man has affected me like this. Never has any man had this effect on me.I pretend to greet Aunt Apryl, as if I hadn't just been seized by this violent emotion. For years, she's attended the same events, but her husband is almost never there; I wonder why. I hope someday to meet my future father-in-law, because, in this instant, this boy belongs to me.— Good evening, Aunt Apryl.— Good evening, my dear. Excuse me, I can't always tell you apart from your sister. Are you Tara or Sarah?— I'm Tara.— Ah… it's you, Tara. You look too much alike.— Yes, it's true, but we're also very different.— It doesn't show.— Will you introduce me to your children?The eldest

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Chapter 2: You'll Need It

TaraHe enters the elevator. He's immense. My God… I want him… and that breathtaking beauty. But it's not his beauty that leaves me speechless, it's his gaze, a killing gaze. He towers over me, holds out his hand to get his phone back.— Give it to me.I touch my blouse while looking at him. His eyes follow my gesture and plunge into my cleavage. A flash of desire? Maybe, but so brief I thought I'd imagined it.— It's in my blouse. Come and get it.— Stop playing games with me, young lady. I don't have patience for your childish antics.— Then I'll consider that you don't want your phone anymore.He approaches so abruptly that I tremble with fear. I curl up, as if to protect myself. His breath brushes my face; I slowly open my eyes and lift my head to meet his devastating gaze.He leans in slowly and whispers in my ear:— Tell me, little bee, what do you want? You're buzzing in my ears like a bee, are you going to sting me? What do you want to give me back my phone?— Just one kiss, t

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Chapter 3: Daddy's Girl

MikeMy phone hasn't stopped ringing. I knew it was my father he'd insisted we come here, and here's the result. I didn't want to come. I'd rather stay in a nice bar, drink in good company, not find myself trapped in this farce. I have a bad feeling. I pick up.— What have you done now?— Why is it always me who has to mess up? It's not my fault this time.— It's always the same old story! You're going to fix your mess.— But I didn't do anything!— Never mind. Find a ring and go propose to her.— No.— You don't have a choice. I don't want a confrontation with him. For once, do as I say. You understand me?I stay silent.— Mike Donovan. (He always calls me that when he's furious.)— Yes, sir, I understand. As always, I'll do what you expect.He hangs up. Rage rises in me. She'll pay. I'll make her regret trapping me. I scour the hotel looking for a jewelry store and find one on the tenth floor. I make my choice, measure the size with my little finger: it should fit. I can't believe i

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Chapter 4: Idiot

TaraThis morning, I caught my mother talking to herself—she does that when a problem worries her and she hasn't found a solution yet. I wonder what's bothering her this time. All night, my thoughts were occupied by my dear fiancé. He's so handsome, with that killer look he often gives me… I'm going to tame this beast. I'm going to conquer him.I go down to get my sister from her room, but her suitors apparently had the same idea as me: they're standing guard outside her door like two security guards. Hmm… these men aren't bad at all. Delicious, even. But I prefer my grumpy fiancé; I like challenges, and he is one. He'll be mine soon.I greet my sister's fiancés and push open the door. She's already ready, sitting on her bed; she looks like she's waiting for something.— Good morning, darling. If you're already ready, why are you still here?— As soon as I opened the door, they were there waiting for me. Except I don't want to see them.— You should be glad to have two handsome men un

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Chapter 5: A Stray Bullet

Tara— Let me go! Do you want to kill me?His grip on my neck tightens. I feel the air leaving me. Then, suddenly, he throws me to the ground. He looms over me, immense. I clutch my throat, incredulous: the idiot nearly strangled me.He goes to the shower grumbling, then calls out sharply:— What are you still doing out there? Come remove the bullet you planted in my thigh.I find him in the bathroom. He tears his pants, and I notice his thighs: solid, muscular. He opens a drawer, pulls out a first aid kit.I get to work, hands trembling but precise. Thirty minutes later, the wound is cleaned, disinfected, and bandaged. He changed without a word; between us, a heavy silence hangs.— Can we go have breakfast now? I ask.— Are you attached to me? he snaps. Get off my balls.— I can't get off your "balls," since they're mine now. Let's go eat; I'm hungry.He gives me a killer look, then dresses to follow me. I promise myself once again to tame this cretin. I watch him limp with secret sa

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Chapter 6: Hmm, That's So Good!

TaraThe wedding has just been celebrated. Everything went exactly as I hoped. I even managed to steal a kiss from my sister's two husbands they were surprised by my fervor. Their lips are full, firm… hmm, she's going to enjoy herself. I watched them while my own husband placed a chaste kiss on my sister's head. He's not happy about this marriage: he avoids all contact. Clearly, I'll have to move to Plan B. But I'll wait until the last moment; if the sight of his beautiful body doesn't soften his aversion to me, I'll have other methods.All day, we danced, played, ate. I tried several times to initiate a dance with him, in vain. I understand better why Daddy wished me "good luck." I don't consider myself defeated yet.Tonight, as everywhere else, the parents are pushing us to "consummate" the marriage. After the wedding night, some choose to stay, others go on honeymoon abroad. Here, tradition dictates that we stay a week, then each returns to their family unless decided otherwise.We

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Chapter 7: I'm Afraid

TaraHe pushes me away, yet I can clearly feel his tension. What does he want me to do for him to finally give himself to me? He turns his back completely. I press my chest against his back anyway: this simple contact makes me shiver. In a honeyed voice, I try one last time:— Mike, please… make an effort. It's our honeymoon. We can call a truce, just for tonight. Tomorrow we'll see.I caress his chest. He tenses; I move my hands down to his navel. He resists, but not for long: my hand reaches his sex, hard and present in his underwear. He holds his breath. Placing my lips on his nape, I stroke gently, then start to stimulate him. Suddenly, he turns around and kisses me. Wildly. I respond with equal fervor. My hands roam his torso, his firm skin; he murmurs in my ear:— A truce, just for tonight.— Yes… just for tonight.He lifts me and places me on top of him. We kiss, our bodies seeking each other; his hands slide over my buttocks, remove the towel covering me. His mouth descends to

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Chapter 8: Easy Enough

TaraHe doesn't listen; he grabs both my arms and holds them above my head; looking me straight in the eyes, he brutally penetrates me.— Miiiiiike…He buries himself deeper. Tears come to my eyes. He just tore me in two. He starts pounding me violently; I close my eyes and let him. He finally releases my arms and starts caressing me; his mouth lands on my chest; he sucks me sensuously; he squeezes my breasts; he bites them; he licks them. Then he seizes my lips; he kisses me passionately. He holds me close; I start to forget my pain. He keeps kissing me and pounding me at the same time. I'm losing my mind! I start to feel pleasure. Oh, what pleasure! His long cock hammers my pussy, opening up a multitude of emotions for me.Finally. A shiver ran through me like a warm wave: pleasure, luminous and complete, took me and carried me away. His movements were both wild and precise, like a storm that finally soothes the earth and when he came, I screamed his name without restraint.— Mike…

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Chapter 9 — The Kingdom and the Night

TaraTwo days of festivities had been enough to remind me why I hate overly perfect families. Forced laughter, honeyed conversations, glances that judge behind polite smiles. I played my role, that of the loving, beautiful, docile wife, but every minute rang false. I knew Mike was seething inside. He hated me standing up to him in front of others, and I took malicious pleasure in doing so. A light remark here, a well-placed contradiction there—nothing frontal, just enough to annoy him. He clenched his jaw, as always when he's holding back from exploding at me.But now that we've left the family villa, the silence in the car weighs on me. The road stretches, long, straight, to the private airport where his jet awaits. His kingdom, his rules.And I'm going back to his den.Chicago.I've seen it from afar before, but never like this: from the inside. The buildings cut the sky, the city breathes power and fear. Mike built an empire here, and he feels untouchable. Me? I'm supposed to be hi

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Chapter 10 — The Queen of Chicago

TaraThe sky is heavy, steel-colored, and the city rumbles with distant sirens. From the balcony, the view is magnificent and menacing. The towers look like knives pointed at the sky. Perfect setting for a king… or a queen.I wake up alone.The spot beside me is empty, cold. Mike already left the room before dawn. Typical. When he wants to avoid discussions, he hides behind his obligations as boss.But whether he likes it or not, this isn't a house where I'll be a guest. It's also my house.I dress slowly, ivory silk dress, daring neckline—a silent message to this husband who thinks he can fit me to his convenience. Then I go downstairs, where the servants are already bustling.One of them greets me respectfully, but another lowers his eyes when he sees me. The unease is palpable.Someone talked to them.And I know exactly who.A few minutes later, he enters. Black suit, cold gaze, a cup of coffee in his hand.— Did you sleep well? he asks in an almost polite tone.— Like a queen. And

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