KatyaUh oh...I wasn't dreaming; Ferrara De Castello had gotten on one knee, his pupils greener and more alive than the bright stars surrounding us.And I wasn't sure how I felt about the prospect of him proposing.I mean, despite the events of the last few days, there was no denial that I loved him so much that I still wanted him, forever.But...And as if he could read my mind, a wistful smile crowned his handsome features, and he broke the silence,"Don't worry, Kat. I'm not proposing marriage to you, yet."Yet...I may have held my breath when he started talking, a relief I hadn't known that I needed leaving my chest when the added the last word,Yet.I didn't get a chance to find an appropriate response that wouldn't make this any more awkward than it already was, Because the other knee made it to the ground as well, and he reached for my hands, the warmth of his big masculine fingers enveloping mine.Lost in my own pain and hurt, I hadn't realized how much I missed him.Simple

KatyaFive years ago, when I boarded the elevator with this man after meeting him for the first time, it had been the most magical night of my life.I hadn't believed that anything could come close to rival it.Except that the more I got closer to him, the better everything became.Tonight, the feelings between us were like a naked wire; powerful, dangerous, and lethal.But it was also like spring, calming and soothing and everything wonderful.As I followed him up the stairs, the total trust between is spun like a web around us, charging the electricity between us.The mere touch of our fingers had my entire body vibrating with need.It wasn't just desire anymore, but stronger.And when we got to the top of the stairs, gaze swept over me, hungry and charged with sexual tension.Then, he sucked in a deep breath and swiped a card over the security system, opening the door.I halted in my steps immediately, my lips thrown open in awe.It was the same room, where it had all started.The

Ferrara"You will pay for that, babe." Hours later, Katya lay boneless in my arms, our gazes focused on the glass walls which had ceased to let in the golden rays of the sun.Now, the moon illuminated the night, but I doubted if that was the reason for my ability to see more clearly.The warmth in my heart kept my senses awake, not to mention the smug smirk permanently on my face."Yeah, I'm sure I will." My tone was laced with mockery, but her attempt to call me out was halted by me kissing her head.Yes, that shut my feisty angel's mouth, and she lay silently with me, her head on my chest, our naked bodies sprawled on the bed, concealed only by the duvet.The sheets were a tangled mess, courtesy of our bodies and the marathon race we had engaged in.I couldn't erase the permanent smile on my face, any more than I could stop the happiness from welling up in my heart.Minutes later, when I assumed that Katya had forgotten what she wanted to say, a light punch landed on my arm, and sh

KatyaI hadn't imagined how Alistair Jung's death would affect me.Yet, witnessing another death brought back all those memories from years ago, along with the pain of loss.I was afraid of losing yet another person, most especially my son, Ferrara or my brother. I felt like shit and clung to Ferrara and my son like teddy bears, And if not that Carlos made it a point of duty to follow Matteo wherever he went, perhaps I would have clung around my brother too.I mean, the house that Ferrara rented for our trip was magnificent.It was a seven-bedroom Mediterranean mansion located in a heavily secured luxurious area, surrounded by the pool and acres of lands.Its rooftop deck had the best view of the Strip, as well as a billiard room and various luxurious amenities.Yet, I couldn't feel any of the excitement that my four year old son had, running around the house and screaming as he played around.The in-house chef cooked excellent meals, but all I could remember was the time that Alist

Katya As soon as we stepped into the room, Ferrara De Castello launched himself at me, his face the mask of stormy fury. Fuck yeah, he looked hotter than fire itself, and when he slammed my back against the walls, I gasped for breath. I was worked up as hell, hot and bothered, my nipples poking painfully against the sequin material of the dress. His body pressed against me, that thick bulge rubbing against my thighs. Yeah... Fuck me, hard. "Do you fucking enjoy teasing me? Making me jealous? Worked up?" I tilted my head upwards, darting out a tongue which I swiped over my upper lip, slowly. His eyes followed, dark and lusty under the red and blue glow of the room. Then, with my voice practically a purr, I whispered softly, "And if I do, are you going to punish me?" Shit, if I thought he had looked hot before I said this words, then I had something else coming for me afterwards. The large palm on my shoulders glided upwards to my neck, wrapping around it gently but firmly, s