LOGINIn the dark circles of the elite world, he is one of the Saints—most gorgeous, wealthiest, sexiest legacies of old money familias. Objectified and revered, they can do nothing wrong. In truth, Giancarlo Verrazzano came dangerously close to perdition before earning his title. He now lives a life forged out of this past, whilst staying away from its clutches. Then a young daughter of a family friend is sent to him to mentor before their families present her to society as the Von Schiller heiress. Elise is grown up, desirable and exquisite—it’s torment not to touch her. Everyday, he tries to protect her from himself. But when danger stalks her steps, sexual crimes of a serial killer persist and another Saint fixates on her, he gives in to his desires so he can publicly own her. He will do anything to shield her from the shadows that targets her as a result of his teenage obsession with her beautiful mother. Elise dreads the day she must face the world as a Von Schiller and she clings to the man whose blanket of protection has always kept her safe. If only she doesn’t want him, he wouldn’t drive her nuts! The nasty rumors about a dead ex should have repelled her, but Gian can never scare her. So when she finds out she resembles this ex and a sex club exist in her memory, she has to step back and see with unbiased eyes what kind of man truly lurks behind his beautiful mask.
View MoreWhat Charis did to me still felt like a nightmare. If not for the bruises that hadn't completely faded yet and scars from scratches her nails had left on my skin, there were moments it still felt so unreal.But there was also the small, bald patch on my head where the bottle had hit me. I could feel the new scar where the stitches had been. That was all too real, too.And that night on the beach before Tootsie was stabbed... I shivered. The sick feeling of unease every time I imagined the butcher watching me and Gian while we were being intimate on the beach, violating my safe space in the worst possible way, was as strong as the first time I thought about it.So, yes, the bodyguard was welcome. Ten bodyguards were welcome.I didn't know how long it would take before I would ever feel completely safe again.“Are we in, like, a shopping marathon today? Or is this therapy?” Alia asked while counting the shopping bags lined
One week. A week of staking it out. A week away from Elise and thinking everything out. Deciding… and trying so hard not to call her that I felt I could die.But she needed it. She wouldn’t ask if she hadn’t. But I swore to god this was the last time we were going to be apart like this. I couldn’t do this a second time.Thoughts about her pockmarked my hours even at work. I tried to drown myself with activities, mental and physical, so I wouldn’t have time thinking about our night together on the beach minus the terrible thing that happened next…I isolated our time together from that.I remembered her scent, the noises she’d made that night… I planned about what other noises I wanted to hear from her in the privacy of my bedroom… in this bed…It drove me crazy, thinking about what our story would be like, now that we finally, truly, were together and I could do exactly what I had wanted
Meanwhile, he was showering her face with kisses while she panted. “Beautiful… that’s it. You’re so beautiful when you cum, just the way I knew you would be.”Who is he?This question roused her up from her blissful stupor, and she was whimpering again as she tried to resist him again. He laughed, then he lowered his lower torso, angling his hips in a way that had her suspect he was going to—“Umph!”He had the head of his cock just inside her entrance, and then he was sliding his hard flesh all the way in. She was so wet, his thick girth might have slowly but surely pierced her through, and her surprised sound turned into a groan because she had never felt anything so wonderful as an authentic, long rod of thick flesh penetrated her down there.Her head blanked out everything but the exquisiteness of being so filled that her vagina was gagging.She couldn’t believe it, sh
Amber was sleeping deeply. In fact, she was having a wet dream, and it continued even when she was softly waking up. Her body felt heavy. There was a head between her widely open thighs. It was the first thing her eyes saw when they opened, and the second was that her wrists and ankles were tied to the four posts of the bed.Stark terror consumed her just awakened senses. A man she didn’t know was there in bed with her, and he was having his way with her body. She screamed, and that was when she realized her mouth was gagged, as well. She barely managed a croak even when she wanted to scream the place down.Behind the gag, Amber whimpered. Below her, the man had become aware that she was awake. He raised his face towards her, and aside from the straight nose and wet, shining lips, she couldn’t see much of his muscular face.He was wearing a mask.A burglar. There was a burglar in her room.Not her room, she remembered. It was a
“I took a nap because I knew those people in that party will tire me,” I confessed. I wasn’t actually a full-pledged people person. I was half my father’s daughter, and my father was known—literally—as a hermit when he was alive.“I know. I wasn’t keen on waking you up, really, but Mom called, and
I felt the light tapping of his fingers on my cheek and it woke me up. He was just waiting for me to open my eyes, and then he was carrying me in his arms to the showers. It was a big room, and actually luxurious, and the bath could carry about four grown people. Warm shower poured down on us as I
His eyebrows were doing a full-show now. Never mind he looked more forbidding and handsomer. I hated when he did this. The epitome of professionalism here in the office which was a 45-storey building in the heart of BGC, Gian was seriously one of the most responsible persons I met or were known to
“Elise?” I moaned at the call to my name. It was his voice… low-timber, bedroom voice, sexy. In my dream, I was in his chair, fully clothed, and yet he was looking at me as if I was naked… my mentor, my boss—technically. Just his eyes on me were making me want to writhe in blatant sexual expression












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