LOGIN'Maxime'My heart stops when my eyes meet his. It is like a jolt of electricity shooting through my body, lighting up every cell. I want to run into his arms and let him hold me against his chest. The longing is so intense it takes all of my strength not to act on my feelings. 'I love him.'I realise, noting my body's response to this beautiful man, that my nipples have pebbled against the silk material of my dress and I can feel the dampness between my legs.'Why have I only just realised my deep feelings for Maxime?'Fighting my feelings, it takes all of my inner resolve to push that love down into a box inside me and slam the lid down, locking it tightly. I cannot love Maxime. He is so special to me, and I have to protect him fro
Tavisha.I had not seen her in the flesh for over six months. She looked even more delicate and ethereal. She had been abused. Her eyes told a story her body was trying desperately to forget.I saw it when she recognised me. Those glorious eyes shone brilliant silver, and her face lit up with love. My heart flipped with joy as understanding passed between us. Then, as if someone pressed a switch, that light went out to be replaced by such pain and heartbreak it took my breath away. 'What the fuck had just happened?'I thought angrily, pushing out my chair and rising to my feet, only to feel my father's hand on my arm.'Sit down, son.'He spoke quietly but with all the authority of a man who had been leading others for most of his life. I sat instantly, turning to him anxiously.'I need to go to her.'I said, trying to see her over his
'OMG, what the fuck am I doing?'My thoughts are in chaos as Killian thrusts into me, gripping my hips hard as he pounds my eager pussy. 'Why am I letting this man humiliate me like this?'Killian O'Hara knows how to push my body's buttons; one touch from him and I am a quivering wreck. I don't want him, and I don't want to give him this power over me back. I've already given in far too easily. As if coming out of a trance, I pull myself away from him, letting my legs buckle so I can free myself. I turn toward him.Stop, Killian O'Hara. I don't want this.'He reached down to pull me to my feet, clasping me against his hard chest and placing his forehead against mine.'Yes. You. Do.'He grunted, trying to push me back over the table, but I struggled out of his arms, pushing my dress down and smoothing my hands over it.'Don't touch me, Killian.'I snap at him, straightening my dress, pulling it back over my breasts.'Baby, you were on your knees sucking my cock ten minutes ago, and you
She looked stunning.So beautiful; every male head in the reception area turned to stare at her. 'Like the sexist angel that had fallen from heaven.'Some guy nearby whispered to his friend, and he was right. Somehow she managed to look so innocent and pure, with all that ash blonde hair and silvery eyes, and then there was the dress. It fitted her body like a second skin. No straps, leaving her creamy shoulders and arms on view; it was a tight-fitting basque that laced down the back with a long circular skirt that flowed to the floor with side splits that gave tantalising views of her long, toned legs. 'God, I wanted those legs wrapped around me again.'I thought, already so hard it was painful in my tuxedo pants, there was no way I was going to let her go tonight, even with the two guards she had brought wit
'Home.'I thought, staring out of the tiny window as the plane taxied neatly into its allotted space at the airport. The sky was unending blue as the sun shone down, and you could already feel the heat rising from the tarmac. I did not rush to leave the plane, remaining in my seat while families and businessmen rushed to get their bags from the overhead lockers. I sat, resting my head back against the seat with my eyes closed, letting the madness sweep past me until one of the stewardesses tapped my shoulder gently.'Miss, Miss, it's time to leave the plane now.'She smiled at me, and I smiled back. Standing, I straightened myself and walked toward the door and out into the Texas heat. Outside the airport, I look around me, relishing the familiar vista; this is where I belong, but it is only now I realise I don't have anywhere to go, for the first time in my life I am alone. Of course, it is only an illusion; both Killion and Maxime have men watching me a
I rush through the meeting I was called away from Tavisha for, then shower and change into clean clothes, then rush back to the Medical Centre. I'd been gone for more than two hours, and I had told the medical staff to leave her in peace to sleep. When I reached the nurses' station, I asked casually.'How is Tavisha doing? Did she eat her lunch?'The nurses looked at each other, and I frowned.'You told us not to disturb her, Pres. No one has been in to see her since you left.'My heart froze because I knew there was no way my little wife had not woken up, and my gut was telling me this was bad. Striding past the station, I was almost running when I pushed open the door to her room and found it empty. It did not stop me from calling her name and searching the bathroom, already knowing she had run again. The door opened again, and the Doctor came dashing into the room.'Where the fuck is she?'I demanded as he looked wildly around.'I'm sorry, Pres, I do not know.'I wanted to strangle
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
The nightclub was bouncing.Solaris was the newest, hippest place to be.Anybody who was anybody was here for tonight's opening.'So, where else would I, Tavisha Khushanov, spoiled, pampered daughter of the billionaire Bratva Pakhan, a true Bratva Principessa, be?'My best friend, Svetlana, joked a
Rory arrived ten minutes later, his bright carrot red hair stuck up all over his head as if he had stuck his hand in an electric socket. 'The bastard is going to double-cross you, Boss.'He says, plonking himself down on a chair and putting his laptop on my desk before flipping it open. Pressing
I lean back in my expensive, custom-made leather chair, steepling my fingers, narrowing my eyes at the man facing me. Pavel Khushanov is the Bratva Pakhan, and my MC has worked with them for decades. My father with his father, and my Grandfather with his Grandfather, the last two started things as







