She looked up, and he glared down at her, a gun in his hand pointed at her, daring her to say something, anything. The familiar smile on his lips"Maestro..." She croaked, pushing back on the seat into which she was bound."We're done." She could hear the fury in his voice. "Tell him I'll get him, wherever he is."" MAYA! "SNAP OUT OF IT!" Wasn't that Derinem's voice?Damon pulled the trigger.Then she snapped awake, her breath heavy and sweat trickling down from her head down her body as she held onto the sheets of the bed for support."It's a nightmare." She heard the voice again beside her and turned to see Derinem, sitting on a sofa, watching her.Her head suddenly felt hazy and her sight blurred, She placed her two hands at her side for support, looking down at the sheets, hoping to regain full consciousness."That'll pass," he told her, standing up and grabbing a glass cup from a table beside the sofa in which he sat. "Water?" He asked, raising a bottle of water.The top of her m

Carefully, he laid her on the bed, so delicately that even the brushing of her back against the soft quilt felt like magic.He stood in between her legs, her eyes on him. She watched him pull his shirt over his head, dropping it to the ground.With round eyes watching the faint rising and falling of his chest, she noticed a small cowrie joined by a rope tied around his neck that she hadn't noticed before.God-like body taking her breath away, her fingers twitched so much, yearning for the feel of these glistening muscles against them.Upper body bare, he leaned down, his hand on the knot, and looking into her eyes, he breathed, "Let me, Maya."Seeing the pleading in his eyes, she only had to nod before he pulled the knot free of her, spreading the extras of the towel so that, except for her bikini, she was bare before him.He watched her, gulping down air, feeling his mouth salivate at the sight of her almost-naked state."You're beautiful, Maya," he said, flattening his hands on her

"He should be here by now! What is he doing anyway? He said he'd be here before twelve." Maya muttered, trying not to look at the watch she had kept close.They were hidden behind a phone booth, and each time she looked out of it to check if a familiar car was approaching, she was disappointed again.She shouldn't be so hurt, especially when he told her he might not make it the last night they were together. She shouldn't be blamed if she couldn't accept it.It was so hard to think that someplace, probably back in the house they had just left, he would be laying on his back, staring at the ceiling, with blood oozing out from under him.She dragged her back down the glass, burying her face into her knee, feeling Luca's stare on her. Unlike chill Luca, this Luca was tensed up, and definitely what he didn't need was someone who couldn't keep her mess together.She took deep breaths, knowing it was almost twelve and they would soon be leaving that spot so Luca could hide her for as long a

THREE MONTHS LATER.He watched her laugh, tilting her head back, her brown hair dancing to the wind.She had her palms placed on his chest, loving the feel of his body against hers, and hands wrapped around her waist, holding her still so she didn't get pushed by the waves."I can't swim if you keep holding me like this, you know?" She smiled into his face. He dug his finger into his wet hair.He raised a brow at her, trying to keep the smile at bay while watching her. "Woman, I didn't snatch you out of Milo's bed, bribe Luca and Lina to watch the kids, and hide from my men because I want you to swim."She thumped him on his chest while frowning, "You big bully if I had known that's all you had in mind, I wouldn't have come."In response, he turned her around so her back was pressed against him. That opportunity presented itself to him, and he planted kisses on her neck, and she shivered. "Pfft," he scoffed, biting her soft skin and earning a slight moan. "Maybe if you don't do that

BOOK TITLE: BEING THE DON'S OBSESSIONSYPNOSIS;She felt his hand under her chin, and he asked in a voice that surprised her, No one told her the Devil of Rome was this mild..."What's your name? And are you lost?"******She wasn't supposed to be here, dining with the cartel's enemies, watching them have the time of their lives.She was with his family, and it reminded her of hers.He leaned to her side. "Do you need a break?"She shook her head. "No, I like it here."*****He glared down at her, green fires burning her down; this wasn't the same person who had kissed, embraced, and made love to her.Now he had nothing but hate and resentment.She gasped when he grabbed her arm, pulling her to himself."No Gia." Now this was the devil her father told her about: "I won't let you die so easily."******Gianna Venditti, the last daughter of the leader of the Cartel, had known nothing but love in all the nineteen years of her life, but not until she experienced betrayal, pushing her into