Taking Back Control Novel Grace And Antonio Novels & Stories

But even though the faces were invisible and just shadows in my mind, my brain echoed with the vile words and I felt the ghostly hands and their unwanted touch. Horrified that one of those demons was here, so close to me, I stumbled back with the force of the memories but strong fingers grabbed the back of my neck and Antonio pulled me against him before I could slip into those dark memories and they pulled me down in the murky waters. Tilting my head back so I could look into the storms rising in his eyes, he growled, “No. You won’t get scared, it’s time that everyone fears you. It's time you take back the power they took from you. I am going to hand it to you. This time they’ll beg and pl

“You belong to a narrative I built.” Minah took a step back. “You lost control of it when you walked away.” Coffee laughed softly. “No. I am simply allowing you to remember who decides how this ends.” A presence filled the space behind her. Antonio. He did not raise his voice. He did not touch Coffee. He did not need to. “Step away from her,” Antonio said quietly. Coffee turned slowly, surprise flickering before calculation replaced it. “And you are.” “Someone you should not approach,” Antonio replied.

Ans stood at the window of her apartment and looked at the Saturday morning street below with the particular stillness of someone who had just done something that could not be undone and was entirely at peace with that, who had assessed the risk and the potential return and had made the calculation cleanly and without the interference of feeling. She thought about the boutique. About Antonio's shoulders releasing when she left the table at the restaurant. About the report she had almost heard him receive from Vincent, the tone of his voice in those last seconds before he registered her return, low and sharp and focused in the way he never was about things that didn't matter.

Readjusting, so my boner wouldn't be pressed against the fabric again. Once more my eyes darted over to the clip on my phone; maybe she forgot… or believed I forgot, but she was a fool to think such; she was mine, my wife. Isabella wasn't a Moretti anymore; she was a ricci. Maybe somewhere in that dumbass look, that pain, and that aggressive stare, Antonio sold himself out that night on the balcony. Antonio was my best man, my right-hand man; he never reacted… I taught him better. He was like me, hard as fucking steel.

His muscled chest presses against my back, and the hardness of his cock juts up against my ass and fuck he was huge. Antonio avoids the space between the junction of my thighs where I’m already aching and throbbing to have his rough hands on me, right there. A delicious rumble flows from his chest when he realizes I’m shifting and trying to chase after his fingers. Issuing a low noise of warning, and being every inch a controlling asshole, Antonio grabs my wrists and wrenches them behind my back. Trapping me! My brain is too fogged with unrestrained desire to react. It’s only when cold metal kisses my skin that I’m broken out of my horny daze.

"Please! Spare James! He's your mate—Moon Goddess chose him! He was confused! It's that little slut Emily—she twisted everything! "If those charges stick, he'll lose his Alpha title! I'm begging you! Just tell the elders it was a misunderstanding—just one word!" I stared down at her, ice in my veins. "Camilla... you think your begging's worth something?" She froze, eyes wide. "How can you be so heartless? James is your mate—this is all just a misunderstanding!" "Misunderstanding?" I yanked my leg free. She hit the floor. "He drugged me with labor poison and tried to swap my pup for Emily's mutt—was THAT a misunderstanding?

“But I imagine it's something related to the port; some attempt at negotiation or request for support. Either way, it doesn't matter. Tommaso has taken control, and frankly, he has a much more strategic vision than Vincenzo.” “Just make sure you don't upset our allies,” Antonella warned, her voice soft but laden with a threat disguised as elegance. “I don't usually upset allies, cara mia,” Fabrizio replied with restrained irony. “Only enemies who haven't yet realized they're on the wrong list.” “Then I hope you know how to tell them apart,” Antonella declared, without changing her tone for a moment. Then, without giving him the right to reply, Antonella walked away with firm steps, keeping h

"How else will Ariana come to me begging if we don't wait for that moment?" "But…" "You saw it yourself. Eve suffered, and Ariana's arrogance stems from the backing of the Torrey family. Let's see if she'll still act so high and mighty when the Torrey family falls into ruin. She'll have no choice but to yield." Emily fell silent at Brian's words. Then, she said, "But I heard that Ms. Torrey has taken control of the Torrey family, and all their business is now under her authority." "What does she know about running a business as a pampered heiress who's only ever known to play? Let's wait and see how she plans to handle the crisis," Brian replied dismissively.

“The way we used to plan our future together. A future of power, of influence. And I still see that fire in you, Alicia. You can’t tell me it’s gone.” Alicia finally spoke. “That future doesn’t exist, Antonio.” She sounded firm but a little fearful, perhaps. Greco chuckled. “Only because you ran away from it.” He tilted his head. “But it’s not too late. We can rebuild it. Just like old times.” This bastard was spinning some sick fantasy, trying to pull my mother back into his world, back under his control. “I know why you’re here,” Greco continued, tapping a finger against the table. “You think you can talk me out of this. That I’ll just let everything go. But let me tell you something, Alic

~Alexander~ Grace was everything to me. She had been the one to turn my life around. Since I first saw her, I knew nothing would be the same. And it hadn’t. Grace had infiltrated my life, changing me in ways I never thought was possible. Until I met her, my primary objective had been regaining the honor of my clan by getting revenge against those who had wronged us and tarnished our name. I had been rebuilding the clan to its former power and glory, piece by piece. We were so few in number, and with my mostly untrained leadership skills, it had taken me years to build where I was today.