Katya The shock, the excitement, the rush of adrenaline... I shouldn't be remotely happy to see this bastard. Yet my heart skipped, stopped, and resumed at an alarming rate. My feet came to a stop on the floors as I took in the dinner table arranged for a date. With a sigh of exasperation, I resumed walking towards him and dropped my purse on the table, looking into his mischievous eyes. "Now that is an expression to capture. You see, baby, I knew you weren't coming to dinner, and no, I didn't need to have you followed. You're rebellious, defiant, and that, I find sexy." Don't you dare get affected by his words... Ferrara placed the glass of wine on the table and stood, smelling faintly of delicious cologne and wine. His tie had been undone, the first few buttons of his shirt open. His glistening muscular chest stared back at me, and as he drew closer, the alarm warnings of danger perked up in my mind. "Don't you have a job that keeps you busy, Ferrara? What exactly do yo

KatyaI dreaded today. Having managed to keep all thoughts of Ferrara to the barest minimum and thrown myself into work and my son for a week, I couldn't get out of seeing Ferrara this afternoon.It was the first day of the school counseling session as a result of the show a certain someone had thought it would be wise to put on.I sucked in a deep breath as the car came to a halt in the school parking lot, watching as Kyrian stepped out and waited in front of the car.What if Ferrara chose not to come at all?For the first time, he had actually respected my wishes and made no move to contact me, limiting his visit to the living room and Christopher's bedroom.When I ran into him at The Cabinet meeting, he had given me a curt nod and proceeded with heading the meeting.It was my choice, my wishes.I should be happy that he was finally respecting them, yet, all I felt was a chain around my neck, tugging me towards him, slowly.My fingers were clamped in anticipation, shaking in tremor

KatyaHe hadn't called, he hadn't texted.And when I had Kyrian contact the technician who had detected the wiretap, he swept through the house for hours and returned empty-handed with sweat pouring down his face,"No, ma'am, it's all clean."With my hands folded over my chest, I blinked rapidly, "are you sure you checked it properly?"He massaged the back of his neck, his eyes looking like he would collapse that second. Then he stared into my eyes with dilated pupils, his voice as exhausted as he looked, "yes, ma'am. Even under the bed. I used the equipment that detects the most camouflaged, but nothing."When he left, muttering under his breath about paranoid rich people, Kyrian stepped out from behind the pillar and came to a halt in front of me, "I can increase the security if you feel watched, ma'am, you have been...a bit restless."Yeah, Kyrian was generous. A bit?I spent my free time like a zombie, looking out of the window and watching the penthouse next to me, waiting fo

KatyaPlease,Don't taunt me with this dream.In my fantasies, Ferrara's body came to me, returning over and over again, taking over my body and soul.I usually woke up aching with tears in my eyes, panting for breath, my throat completely parched.It felt like one of those dreams right now, except that the wet lips on mine didn't feel like they would slip away from my hold, and the tongue plunging into my mouth, the hands driving me towards the wall...His kisses were wet, desperate and demanding, ravenous hunger emanating from a starvation suppressed for so long.Firm calloused fingers cradled my face so closely, holding me captive as though to keep me from running.It was like drinking directly from the river after days of being in the desert, neatly trimmed beard rubbing against mine, hands roaming down my arms to pull me even closer.I returned his kisses with feverish need, trembling in his hands, my fingers so weak I could barely manage to lift them and wrap around his shoulder

And quickly he moved us in front of the large mirror in the room. My breath caught. He made me stare at our reflections. I could see the wild look in his eyes and everything in me, clenches.I watched him in the mirror. His jaw clenched, his nostrils flared and my anger vanished into thin air. Damn, this man was beautiful.My gaze moved to his forearms, his hands tightening on my hips and then I pushed back into him, cushioning his hard cock in the cleft of my ass, making us both groan."I… I need to be inside of you". His voice was demanding and gruff.Not waiting for my response, his large, greedy glided up my sides to my breasts, feeling my curves. Something about his touch was magnetic and adoring although it was rough. I felt it as he cupped my breasts, kneading them almost brutally, his thumbs rubbing my nipples, making them pebble. My pussy flooded, a desperate hunger pumping right through me. I writhed, rubbing my ass against his hard length."You want my cock, don't you