Mag-log inI roll my eyes at him.'Oh, for God's sake, Maxime!'I shake my head and straighten my skirt, trying to tidy myself up before we enter the courtroom.'You look beautiful.'He pulls me into his arms and kisses me hard.'You rock the just fucked look.'I blush a deep shade of pink and push him away from me.'Come on, sex maniac.' I grab his hand, and we walk into the courtroom together.The case lasts for a month, but as the evidence is so compelling, when the jury returns their verdict, they are unanimous:'GUILTY'He is sentenced to life imprisonment with the recommendation that he serve at least twenty years. Killian O'Hara will finally face up to the crimes he has committed; the law has got its man, and to my surprise, he does not fight it. Allowing the two officers to lead him away from the privileged life he has known to a prison cell. I have no doubt he will not be treated as a 'normal' prisoner, and once he is settled, he will be given a status not given to others. I no longer
'God, she felt so good underneath me, on top of me, against the wall, in the shower or over my desk. We had sex whenever and wherever the mood took us.' I simply could not get enough of her, and she felt the same way. I desperately wanted to marry her, but three men before me had all tried to get her up the aisle to no avail. The difference, of course, was that they had all tried to force her; I wanted her to come to me freely, so I waited for her to ask me. She was training hard to join my unit, refusing to allow me to ease her in as my woman. 'Your men will never respect me if you give me favouritism. I will join you on my own merits or not at all.'She told me stubbornly, and she's right; my men admire her attitude and stubbornness. She will not be beaten, gritting her teeth and continuing a task until she has mastered it, no matter how long it takes. Some nights she comes to our be
After the TV interview ordeal, the feel of my man's hard length pressing against my soft wetness made me want more. We had far too many clothes on, and my hand slipped between us, stroking him through his formal uniform pants, loving the way he grew under my touch. 'Tavisha.'He groaned a warning, but I could not stop; I wanted him so badly, knowing only he could take away the feelings of shame and guilt the interview had awakened in me. Deep in my psyche, I had always thought that what had happened to me was my fault. I had, at some point in the relationship, willingly slept with them.'Had I given them the wrong idea? Is that why they kidnapped me and tried to force me to marry them?'The thoughts spiralled in my head out of control, and I needed Maxime to make them go away. So I popped the button on his pants and slithered down his hard body onto the floor between his legs. Panicked, he grabbed me under the arms and pulled me back onto his lap.'Wait until we get home, baby. I re
When we arrived back in Texas, there was a media feeding frenzy. Even though I pulled every string I could, somehow word had got out that Tavisha had killed Matteo. Eventually, we had no choice but to sit down and endure an interview with CNN to clear the air. The problem was that the general public believed Tavisha had got away with murder, as is the way of these things; rumours had spread throughout the media trying to paint Matteo as a saint who had only acted out of his love for her. On the day of the interview, Tavisha dressed with care; the dress she chose was palest green, with a fitted top and tiny emerald-green buttons to her slender waist, and a wide, floaty skirt that stopped just above her knees. She matched it with white ballet shoes and a white purse with a silver chain that hung from her shoulder. Her hip-length white blonde hair was in a high ponytail, and she wore only the minimum of make-up. She looked very young and innocent, but she held her head up as she walked be
I killed Matteo.Staring down at his body, I could see the three perfect bullet holes. I had been very diligent on the shooting range, practising and practising until I was a deadly shot; I never missed my target. I was so good I could have been a sniper, but I was not a killer. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the reality of what I had done hit me, and my heart shattered into a million pieces. I felt my legs buckling, and then I was in familiar strong arms, and the last thing I remember before the blackness claimed me was his words whispered into my ear.'I've got you, my little tigress. I will always have your back.'Slowly, I climb back into consciousness, lying still, waiting to see what I can hear.'You do know I taught you how to do this, don't you, little tigress?'A soft voice whispers in my ear, and I can't help the giggle that bubbles up in my chest and escapes.
The fear on Matteo's face when he saw his men were outnumbered and outgunned was priceless. The arrogant prick had thought he could take my woman and get away with it. Newsflash: actions have consequences. I walked slowly down the aisle to my beautiful woman. I wanted to kill Matteo for making her wear that dress. It was not a wedding dress; it looked like something from a porno magazine. It was a tightly fitted corset that pushed up her delectable tits, almost showing her nipples. The short skirt was filmy lace that barely covered her ass, and as she was wearing a thong, very little was left to the imagination. It was not a dress to wear in front of the horrified Priest; it was an outfit for the bedroom, and I would be insisting she kept it on when I got her out of here. My cock was so hard it was practically bursting from my black cargo pants to get to her. When I had first walked into the church, she had been struggling against the two thugs holding her, forcing her in front of t
'What the fuck?'I am dragged from my lethargic state and shaken like a dog, then I am tossed onto the bed like a rag doll. 'Who the hell does this neanderthal think he is?'I react instinctively, slapping his face hard, but it makes no difference; he does not even blink, sneering at me, he tells
I find myself glued to the CCTV monitors in her room.She had been sleeping for hours, and I was beginning to worry that my men had given her too much of the sedation when she finally began to move. I can't help myself as I watch her come around and stagger to the bathroom, and I'm glad I can't he
'Ok, what do we know?'I ask my men as they sit around our meeting table.Rory opens his laptop and shows the Bratva Principessa walking into the Houston Animal Centre wearing tight jeans and a backpack. She looks very young, with her stunning blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail and no make-up.
Getting back to the compound, I head for my room, feeling angry and frustrated.I do not want to marry a stranger, and I have tried everything to lose my damn virginity so I can prevent it, but my guards are used to my tantrums and always manage to cut me off before any 'damage' is done. I am not







