LOGINShe looked adorable.All mussed up and sated from our sex, her pretty ass bright red and my seed coating the inside of her thighs; not only that, she had submitted to my dominant side beautifully. I could not wait to explore that part of me with her; there was so much I wanted to teach her. She looked over her shoulder at me as her hand reached for the door.'We need to focus, Maxime. I will not allow Killian O'Hara to get away with everything he has done to me.'I leaned down and kissed her already swollen lips, pulling her into my arms and holding her tightly.'I promise you, my little tigress, he will pay for his crimes today.'We walked together up the stairs and into the courtroom, sitting down in the seats indicated by our Counsel as we were the key witnesses for the prosecution. Time seemed to slow down; it was so tedious. First, our team laid out the charges in great detail, which was continually challenged by their side. After lunch, it was O'Connor's turn, and I had to suppr
I glared angrily at Maxime while he held the door open for Marianne Mackenzie, my lawyer, who signalled for her team to follow her into the next room. I was furious, so I did not hear the click of the lock on the door as he turned to face me. Before I could say a word, he was on me, his lips crashing down on mine in a searing kiss that ignited every cell in my body and left me breathless. 'That's better.'He grinned down at me when he broke the kiss, and my legs buckled, allowing him to tighten his hold on me to keep me from collapsing into a hot, wet puddle of lust.'You really need to learn my rules, little tigress. From now on, you do not, ever, leave my bed without my permission. Is that understood?'I looked up into his beautiful pale blue eyes and felt his rising desire pressing against my belly; he pressed his forehead against mine, nuzzling my neck, sending bolts of electricity straight to my core. He knew I could not refuse him; he only had to brush his hand against my cheek,
'My woman was perfect.'Her sexy little dance had teased and aroused me beyond my endurance, so that first time we made love, it was hard and fast, but I wasn't stopping there. Watching her fall apart and scream my name as I buried my cock deep inside her was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I wanted more, much, much more. We spent the night fucking on every surface: the bed, the floor, against the door, against the windows until we were totally spent and curled together on the bed, falling into a deep dreamless sleep. When I woke the next morning, hoping for a repeat of the night before, he was disappointed to find she was gone. Frowning, I slid my legs onto the floor and headed for the bathroom; it was empty. My frown deepened,'Where was she?'I showered quickly, tugged on some low-slung Levi's and a white T-shirt, then strode down the stairs to the kitchen. My mother and father were sitting at the table eating breakfast.'Have you seen Tavisha?'I asked them, and Mom
I showered quickly, knowing Maxime would not be far behind me, scrubbing myself with the luxury items he always had available for me. The smell of the lemon and lime filled the bathroom as I washed my hair and conditioned it. Then I soaped my body, thinking of all the delicious things Maxime was going to do to me, and that's when I decided to tease him with a lap dance. I had never done anything like this before, but I wanted to throw away all my inhibitions with Maxime and do whatever he asked of me. I knew he was a Dominant and enjoyed the BDSM scene. Leon had hinted at it when he saw my interest in his older brother, and Killian had been disgustingly graphic about the things Dominants liked to do to the Subs, but I knew he had vastly exaggerated what a Sub had to do to scare me. If I was honest, submitting completely to Maxime terrified and excited me in equal measures. I turned off the shower and wrapped myself in the huge fluffy pale green towels. I was drying off my hair when I h
Killian O'Hara fell into my trap so easily.He was so arrogant, so self-assured; he really believed he could win my Tavisha back, even after all the kidnappings, spankings and cheating on her. It only proved to me that he did not know my little angel at all. It wasn't even a difficult trap to set in motion; the man was utterly convinced he would be able to change her mind.I could not believe anyone would be so self-possessed; he never once thought of her and what she wanted; it was all about him. We had discussed the details as we dressed for the Charity Gala, and I made very sure Tavisha knew the kind of volatile situation she was going into, and it seems I had been correct. In fact, it appeared to everyone that I knew Killian O'Hara better than he knew himself, and I felt a deep sense of satisfaction for a job well done when my Captain reported back to me that the extraction had been textbook. Half an hour later, I stood on the steps of my father's house watching my helicopter land
My heart stopped beating.She had meant every word she said.She hated me.She would rather be dead than have to stay with me.There would be no second chance, no reconciliation and then, as if things hadn't gone bad enough, the TV programme suddenly halted, and the Presenter announced they would be going over to CNN for an important news flash. 'Good evening, everyone. We have just received this news report from our colleague on the ground in Texas. Over to you, Archie Beaumont.'The screen cut to the docks where the figure of Maxime Jameson stood before the world's press, his face covered in bruises, and a small trickle of blood appeared on his split lip. He was dishevelled and wet from the soft drizzle coming in from the sea; it did not distract from his stunning good looks. He looked like he had just stepped off a James Bond movie. Around him, armed guards in American Military uniforms stood like sentinels, their eyes constantly surveying the area.'Hi, I am Maxime Jameson, Colon
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
I had showered and put on the silky, soft pyjamas. It felt good to be in clean clothes, but I really wanted my jeans back, and I knew this was a power struggle between us. He was trying to control me by refusing to allow me to choose my own clothes. The maid told me that if I refused, I would be fo







