As Mara crouched at an unnatural angle in the bathroom while Lucien rammed her from behind, the slaps of his balls against her ass resounding, she wondered if anyone would attend her funeral once they learnt that she had slipped and fell in the bathroom whilst having sex.Bathroom sex was amazing, it wasn’t exactly what these blasted authors have written about but she could attest to the fact that once you overlooked plunging to your death on the cold and hard tile, it was amazing.Her moans and screams filled the air, forming a song that would stay with her for all eternity. After he had come in on her finger fucking herself, he had slapped her pussy so hard whilst muttering how she had been a bad girl and when he had turned her over growling about how he was going to fuck her senseless, she squealed in delight.“Your ass is beautiful, I want to spank it all day” Lucien groaned, his hand coming down on one of her butt cheek as he fucked her.Her moans drove him crazy, especially when

“He did what?” Lucien bellowed, rising to his feet like he had just been pricked.Mara had not wanted to say anything to him but he had managed to get it out of her coupled with the fact that she looked really miserable.“I just… it was really scary for me and now I know exactly how he feels about me so I won’t be seeing him alone ever again”“I will contact a friend in the police force to have him picked up right away” Lucien vowed, looking around for his phone.“There is no need for that; he is leaving for Italy in three days” Mara stopped him“He told you that?”“Yes and I don’t think I want to make any more trouble with this. You said it yourself that he is a dangerous man”“We should not let him get away with this” Lucien fumed.He wanted to bring hell down on the bastard but that hell also included Mara who wanted no part in it. He obviously could not act without her permission and it infuriated him that he wasn’t there to protect her from the bastard’s prying fingers“We shall

TWENTY FIVEAlexander Russo continued staring at the painting, even when his men came to inform him on the arrival of the girl he had asked them to bring to him… Mara Sinclair.He had thought it would surely be a hard mission judging by the way he had made a fool of himself by grabbing her in her office and muttering such words of hate. He had let his anger show and he had sufficiently punished himself for that.Alexander winced as he got up from where he sat, walking over to where the painting hung. He had gone over to her office the next day to offer his most sincere apologies but had been told of her break for the rest of the week. She was hiding from him and it was fine but he was a Russo and that was one thing she had underestimated.He had figured out where she lived almost immediately and had gone visiting but as usual Lucien Rodrigues had taken her from there; tempting him.There was only one place they had to be and it had been hard trying to figure out where Lucien lived. He

You might have wondered who sews pockets into dresses but did that not come in handy? Mara had always had unconventional fashion ideas; it was why she became a fashion designer and why she was always so sought after. The pocket on a dress idea had been one she had always had since she was a child and wanted to take cookies home from a party but had no place to stuff it so it wasn’t seen by anyone till she got into the safety confines of her own room.If they had pat her down, they definitely would have felt the bulge of the phone against her dress but siting in the dark right now, Mara’s mind spurned as to how she was going to get in contact with Lucien. If there was anyone who could locate her, it was him.She did not want to be caught, her face was still smarting from where Alexander had slapped her twice but if only she could turn on her location, Lucien would definitely be able to find her. She lifted her dress a little bit hoping there wasn’t any camera monitoring her movement or

Mara opened her eyes to a white ceiling. She noticed two things almost immediately, that she wasn’t in the basement or the den and she was lying down.“I can see you are awake” A voice said, alerting her to the fact that she wasn’t alone.“Who are you?” Mara moaned as she tried turning.The pain from her ankle shot up to her spine and she could barely move“Do not try moving for now. That ankle is in bad shape and I have given you something to lessen the pain so you must be feeling groggy.” The man saidHe was a doctor which means they had docked somewhere“I have been kidnapped” Mara started to say but stopped when the doctor pinned her with a stare.Of course he knew she had been kidnapped“I will give Alexander some drugs for your leg and you should be better in no time, miss Mara” He said.This was him trying to let her know that he knew exactly who she was and how she was here on the yacht.“Thank You” Mara muttered, her eyes darting around the room.He nodded and left her alone.