He catches my bottom lip between his teeth and that sends my mind into a frenzy and I forget to breathe for a second.
I'm nothing but a puddle of mess beneath him and he knows it well enough.His fingers reach the roots of my hair as he tilts back my head slightly to gain more access to my mouth as our tongues fight for dominance but as usual, he wins by running his tongue along my bottom lip and making an elicit moan escape my mouth.Why am I kissing him back?Why do I want to run my fingers through his hair? Why do I want to feel the hardness of his chiseled chest? Why am I so turned on by the idea of kissing him after such a long time of being away from him, as if I was lost in the desert till now and he is my last drop of water?Fuck...Ace's lips travel down my jaw and into the crevice of my neck as his grip tightens on my hair and he pushes my body further against the wall by pressing himself against me.A shaky breath escapes my lips when I feel the bulge of his pants pressing against my abdomen and I am reminded of all those nights that I have spent in our bed where he would love me like I was the last girl on this planet.His hand travels from my waist to the front of my pants as he pushes open the button before I can stop him.Not that I really want to stop him right now or anything.His skilled fingers find the waistband to my panties quicker than I can remember and just when his lips capture mine once again, his fingers glide through my folds like they know my body all too well.A strangled moan escapes my lips but is quickly drank in by him as he kisses me ferociously while his fingers slide inside me, making me weak in my knees all at once.Too much is happening at the same time...he's not even giving me a chance to speak.My fingers scrunch up the lapels of his coat as I try to stop myself from enjoying this moment too much while he continues his antics like he can't get enough of me.He never could.Even when we were together and happy in love, he could never get enough of me and it was always evident in his actions.In everything that he did for me."Fuck...Meera...I've missed you all too much, my darling." He whispers against my ears just before taking my earlobe in between his teeth as he adds another finger inside me and my eyes scrunch up shut as only his name escapes through my moans."The way you always respond to everything I do...the way your body craves mine..." his words resound around me but for me our entire surroundings disappear. Nothing else matters right now. Just him and the way that he is making me feel."Ace...please..." I whine when he starts moving his fingers in a deliberately slow manner. I can feel my body reaching the heights of my pleasure but he seems to have different plans."Please what, mia cara?" He whispers against my lips and I shake my head with my eyes still closed. I can't look at him but good lord do I want him...I want him.My heart is racing a thousand miles per second as I grab him by the collar of his pristine shirt before pulling his lips closer to mine, "please...Ace...just make me come." I whisper with the last shred of my self respect going into the trash can.He smirks against my lips like he always used to, "as my lady commands." He states in the charming way of his words.And right in that moment, he presses his thumb against the little bud at the apex of my thighs while increasing the pace of his fingers just as my head spins in pure ecstasy and I feel myself reaching the point where I am nothing but a pawn working at his wishes.A loud moan escapes my lips and he covers my mouth with his entire hand while my legs shiver and I feel my core tightening up for a brief second just before the release comes crashing down on me.My entire body is sensitised like a fucking nerve ending and all I want is Alejandro right now.And just as I am reeling off from the effects of my orgasm, Ace does the most uncharacteristic thing ever and steps back from me, adjusting his lapels and the disheveled collar of his shirt with a cool smile on his lips.I am caught off guard by the expression on his face just as I furrow my brows and hurry to fasten the button of my pants as I try to neutralise my breathing."Ace...?" I utter out, completely surprised by the fact that just two seconds ago this man was all over me and now, even as I step towards him, he steps back from me."Did you really think I would forget everything and forgive you?" He asks in the same tone that he used on the last night that I saw him; that was two years ago.My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach as I stare at him with a flabbergasted expression, realising for the second time in my life, that I have just been fooled by the great Alejandro Harrington.No no no..."And to make things more interesting, would you like to see one more thing?" He asks pacing away from me as he goes to stand in the front of the room and casually places his hand on the top of the chair where he was sitting as the head of this meeting. I run my hands through my hair, staring at him with nothing but betrayal on my face as I say nothing. He chuckles at the dumb fucking expression on my face as I stand there feeling worse about myself. "Raise your head and see what our recording buddy might have witnessed in the last fifteen minutes." He says pointing towards the lone camera hoisted up in one corner of the room. Realisation dawns upon me. There are cameras in every conference room of this office and at the moment, I am looking at the one which has just recorded me getting off at the hand of the new boss. Fuck. I could lose my job for this and be defamed. "You could lose your job, little Meera." He purrs from where he is standing, watching me like a hawk. I meet
Meera - 2 Years AgoI can feel the blood running down the side of my jaw as I lay there on the side of the pavement, not knowing if I will even survive the next few hours.The cold air bites into my skin as I try my best to gather my remaining clothes around my body tight enough to at least keep myself warm, but even so, nothing seems to be working. My eyes feel heavy as I blink with a lot of effort and because of that, I know that there is not much time left before either the cold or the blood loss takes my life away. My ears are still blaring with the sounds of my tormentors' voices and all I can see are their sick smiles that came from watching me in pain."You are never going to be his, dear Meera. And this child that is festering in your womb is going to die along with you tonight!" Her voice is still very shrill and cold in my head and right now, as I lay in the corner of the street, shivering with blood matting my hair and more of it layering my skin, I place my shaking and
MeeraHushed whispers reached my ears as I walked down the lobby of my office building, trying my best to keep my tears at bay as I realised that everyone here found out about the immaculate demotion that I had just received. I bit the inside of my cheeks as I tried to gather my emotions, knowing well enough that when I come back here tomorrow, I wouldn't be a paralegal, but instead, Alejandro Harrington's personal secretary. And I know that I cannot run, I cannot let him fire me, because a lot many important things depend on me keeping this job. I cannot allow Alejandro to take away the mere semblance of happiness that I have conjured up for myself. The moment I step out of the building, my hair curtains my face from both sides as I step into the pouring rain, seeming as if even the skies are weeping at the turn my fate has taken. I don't have an umbrella to protect myself from the biting cold showers pouring down from above, but instead of the cold, I focus on rushing out of th
Meera"Wallowing in self pity at what your life has turned into?" Ace's voice breaks through the silence in his car as we enter the parking space underneath the building where he lives at the top floor penthouse. I look at the sleek and admirable collection of his cars in the private parking space that is reserved for just the owner of the building where the other tenants are not allowed to enter and I am reminded of how easy money always came to my husband. He was born in one of the richest mafia families of Europe and with all the blood money they have, they can make the heavens look cheap. "No, Mr. Harrington, I am simply waiting for whatever devious plans you have for me." I chide with an indifferent expression as I continue to stare outside the window until the car comes to a stop right in front of the elevator. Four fully armed guards are standing in front of the elevator as they approach our vehicle. Two of them stand in their place while two come to a stop at both sides of
AceThe clicking of Serena's heels agitates my senses as I sit in my office located within the underground club that I own in this city as she saunters inside the room and walking around to where I am sitting, she leans back until she is perched on top of my table, facing me with that sultry look on her face."You look particularly disheveled today, Mr. Harrington." She whispers, placing her hand on my chest and I have to clench my hands into fists because they are currently itching to reach for my gun holstered against my thigh. "Mind if I help you with something?" She asks suggestively as her hand starts to travel down my chest, following the length of my torso before finally stopping just above the waist band of my tailored dress pants. I immediately reach down and wrap my hand around her wrist, stopping her right at that moment as I take her hand in a vice grip. It doesn't seem to bother her one bit. If anything, she is more excited and enticed by the idea of me being forceful.
AceThe elevator dings open, catching my attention away from my phone as I straighten up, taking in a deep breath just as the doors part and my ears catch onto a frenzy of noises coming from inside my penthouse. CLANG!The sound of utensils falling to the floor catches my attention as my eyes widen and my feet are making their way to the expansive kitchen of my penthouse. I still in my tracks the moment my eyes take in what's in front of me and my veins flood with simmering rage.Jo, the brute that Serena has hired to keep an eye on me is standing near the kitchen counter with his hands around my Meera's neck, squeezing the life out of her body as she claws at his hands trying to get him to stop. "Stop it." The words come out in a ragged hiss as I glare at Jo, making it a mental promise to myself that I will give him the worst possible death once I have defeated the Van Dykes. Jo stops in his assault of my wife as I catch the sight of a tear glimmering down Meera's cheek that sen
MeeraSerena's taunting laughter echoes through the cold room where she has me trapped as she steps back after beating me endlessly once again. My entire body aches and bleeds in places I didn't think was possible while Serena's white pointed toe heels make her appear taller as she stands over me with her foot pressed against the back of my neck. "You are filth, Florence." She spits, her heel digging into the side of my neck as more tears escape my eyes. "You are good for nothing. Your entire family has been killed by the way, and soon enough, you will die too." My heart cracks in my chest as the faces of my loving family flash through my mind. The same family I hadn't seen in two years since getting married to Alejandro. The same family who had stood by my side as I had accepted the marriage proposal made by my father's biggest rivals, thinking that Alejandro would make a good husband. Tears streak down the bridge of my nose as I keep lying there on the cold ground, limp and hope
Meera’s POV The morning comes with a flurry of clanging utensils, screaming cooks, and scared and nimble waitstaff making their way in and out of the grand kitchen of Alejandro’s penthouse as the charity gala— for lord knows what— commences in full swing out on the expansive terrace and pool area attached to the living space of this outrageously luxurious home. “Girl! One of the waitresses twisted her ankle and spilled champagne on one of the guests! Go clean up after her!” Marta— the head chef of Alejandro’s kitchen pushes a wiping rag in my hands— the sheer quality of the cloth making me wince. Nodding my head, I take the cloth from her and the wiper that Jo, one of the cleaners hands me, and make my way outside. If Alejandro wants me to be his maid, his secretary, his cleaning lady, then that is what he will get. And for now, I just have to hold on until I can manage to escape again. Even though I know just how unlikely that is. I keep my head down as I enter the swarm of wel