Eva POVI felt my eyes heavy. I dont know how I brought this situation upon myself. My body aches awfully and I could feel my hands tied behind my back. I was blindfolded and everything was dark, however I can hear voices.The voices of men laughing, beer gulping and over some filthy argument. This place was stinking madly, it was kind of difficult to breathe. It was not that I have never beed to such smelly places before but after living in that luxurious mansion of Mr Richards, I seem to have forgotten about the filthy shit, I have myself penetrated in.I realised with the sound in the background that these people are not aware that I am up and that was an advantage. I tried moving my back around trying to find something sharp to break free from the rope but it seems that I was tied to a pillar or a pole in this shit.I myself have to break free from this knot as soon as possible. I started moving roughly trying to move my fingers in such a way that I untie the knot or let it lose a

Eva POV The next morning I woke up in between the strong arms of Alan. My head was on his muscle while his other hand was holding my waist tightly. His grip was strong, submissive yet gentle. It felt like heaven. I tried moving under his grip to face him. I looked at his face, calm at the moment, yet stiff and sexy with his eyelids shut. His breath warm and fierce as always. To be honest, I have never met a man with so amazing morning breaths that he made me crave for him I slowly raised ny head and kissed his closed lips. It was a small peck but it almost completed my lust. Alan sighed and opened his eyes to look at me. He gave me a cheesy smile and asked, "how are you feeling now?" "fabulous", I replied. "do you have work today?", Alan asked. "naah, my boss has assigned me personal training session", I replied sarcastically. Alan smiled again and almost chuckled making a small cute noise. "you are doing good, just some more practice", Alan complimented. This was not a compl

Eva POV It was indeed fun watching Alan speak his sins like that in front of the camera, He was going insane as he dragged every body and smashed their heads, using stones. Blood touched his face and his sweat glands made him looked hot. This man actually drove me crazy getting me excited and I was loving the way things were turning. However, he had noticed the camera and came to smash him. The moment he angrily rushed, he looked, frustrated and this was the first time I saw fear behind his eyes. I looked at the documnets my man have seized from the Richards mansion. It was nothing formal that I feel this man will get scared of. When Alan had chosen the profession, he knew the posssible risk and he have exactly noted all the sins of his seized factories, killed people, traficking and other mafia businesses with stamps in the folder I was carrying in my hand. These proofs were enough to land him in jail, along with my own work of capturing him being both a mafia and a model at the sa

Eva POV I froze, my legs numb and weak, I couldn't feel the ground beneath me and I my heart was ponding. I was feeling the mixed emotions, a tragic war between my mind and my heart. I was completely broken onnon eside looking at Alan all good in front of me. I kind of had assumed that Alan has all the ways to even by the law and forces so he will be safe. However, I was not sad either. I tried my best to take y revenge, to give happiness to the souls that lost their lives because of this rich brat but on the other hand, even though I have this bleak guilt that I have failed myself, I am not able to overcome the happiness I am getting from knowing that Alan is all safe. My mind was screaming to remove the blade from my pockets and thrash someone and turn around to run from the house because Alan will not leave me alive and even if he does, he will torture me till I beg for death. However my heart was carrying a different feeling. I wanted to move ahead and hug him. I wanted to kiss

Eva POVAlan was tall. Though he got closer with his head bowed, I bowed my head too. I felt his heavy breaths in between my hairs. His strong chest with that broad shoulder line and popped up with veins visible breasts were all that was visible to me. His shirt was open and his body was sweating.There was sweat drops on his naked chest, his extra strong muscles moved as he moved his ehad. I saw the biceps swing heavilu, almost tearing down his shirt over his arm, as he raised his right hand to lift my chin up. He raised my head to look at him and I saw his face. His eyes were closed making it much easier for me to look at him so closely.He looked just like teh man in my wildest fantasy. His has a long face, with a sharp jawline. Small beard and mustahe on his white face. When I compare myself to him, I am darker and his is an albino with black hairs giving him a perfect combination. His beard hairs proved that his natural growth is black. He looks much more sexier when his jawline