I spin around a large smile plastered on my face. “Alston,” I shake the bag of sandwiches, chips and sodas in his direction. “I made you lunch…well I brought you a late dinner, early dinner.”"Elise? What are you doing down here?" he asks, his hands snapping around my waist as he places a tentative
“Connections, what?” I turn to watch him continue to pack up his office.I frown, my mouth agape, about to ask more, but Alston raises a hand to stop me. “Trust me, Elise. It’s all taken care of. I tried to get us a flight out of here but they’re all booked for the next month, so I think we should…w
Four Black cars surround Alston and I, as we drive, trying to escape the city. The vans up at the end of the road block up in and theFear grips me as the black cars close in. Alston reaches over and squeezes my hand. “Stay calm,” he murmurs. “We’ll get through this.”Men in dark suits exit the veh
Alston steps forward, his stance protective. “Who are you? What do you want with her?”The man’s eyes shift to Alston, a hint of amusement, and annoyance in his expression. “I am Rudolf Belmont, head of the Belmont family, but you can call me Rudy.” He extends his hand to me, I place it in his hesit
“No.” I whisper.“Or Alston will die.” Rudy’s voice drops deadly, and I bristle.Sirius laces his hands with mine, pulling me to my feet. “We’re leaving.”I follow Sirius before hesitating, glancing back at Rudy’s direction. “Please, Rudy, spare Alston. ”Jealousy flashes in Sirius’s eyes as he cli
He slips his fingers under the waistband of my panties, and I lift my hips to help him. I feel him slide them down my legs, and I shiver in anticipation. A thrill of desperation and longing courses through me as his fingers brush against my core, “You’re so wet for me Lisse.”I wiggle, the sensation
Sirius has locked me in his room as his prisoner for two weeks. At first, I banged on the door and demanded that Sirius speak to me so that I would not be silenced and disregarded. He could not brand me as a mistress, especially not his mistress, without my permission.Guards had politely asked me t
“Hello, Lucy,” I smile as I examine the new tray. “What do you have for me this evening?”Lucy’s cheeks redden, and she uncovers the dish. “Today we have Master Sirius’s favorite-”“Chicken Parmigiana?” I smile.“Yes! He’s been eating it since childhood,” she sighs. “D-do you like it?”“Yes. My moth