I moved to kiss him and he captured my mouth, his tongue probing me as I moved blindly, his fingers teasing me. "Please,' I whispered quivering with need and then I moved as he slid his thick fingers in and out of me, his mouth on mine. Helpless, I came, a mass of nerves and wetness as he carried me to the heights, his fingers playing with me, teasing me. I threw my head back, sobbed and screamed his name as I felt myself shatter into a thousand pieces of myself. With a coarse expletive, sounding like a man who had reached his limit, he raised me slightly and shifted, positioning himself and rammed into me fiercely. I moaned at the suddenness, the force of his thrusts as he rode me mercilessly. Thank goodness I was on the pill now, I thought wildly as he pounded me relentlessly and I cried as I came again. And again. Loving him. Branded by him... * This book is the last of the Mafia Don trilogy but it can be read as a standalone as well. April and Gaston love each other although he is almost twenty years older. Besides steamy, erotic encounters, their marriage is also filled with ups and downs, including two out-of-wedlock children, a kidnapping, killings, and suspected affairs. In this book, Gaston's illegitimate son enters the picture and disrupts their lives yet again. Will these star-crossed lovers survive? or will they separate or worse, will April die?
Authors' Note: You could enjoy this book better if you read Possession of the Mafia Don and Owning the Mafia Don as well. But this can be treated as a standalone too,
April
The phone pinged as a message landed and I picked it up, scanning it.
it was not Gaston; these days he was not returning my calls, so calling me was out of the question., I thought bitterly
Could it be one of my children, I thought absently as I opened it and froze.
An image appeared that made me freeze although my palms were sweating.
Gaston.
With a woman. A tall, thin woman with short blonde hair, older than me, closer to his age. Wearing a fire engine red bikini and nothing else.
And she was smiling as she stood, her body pressed to my husband while he was staring at someone across the room, his large hand splayed across her hip. Her hand was on his waistband, a familiar lover-like gesture.
I felt my head begin to pound.
The background was the Town House swimming pool, the place where Gaston was staying at currently. Gaston was in his formal clothes but his jacket had been discarded and the shirt he wore was open to the waist, a habit he had, whenever he was working or relaxing. His hirsute chest with the flat abs and powerful muscles, all of it was revealed clearly.
I felt as though someone had plunged a knife into my stomach and was twisting it slowly. The hurt, the rejection, threatened to make me sick.
*
Was my husband tiring of me, I thought, my breath coming faster as I felt myself plummeting down in a panic attack.
I was curvaceous, not a size zero like this woman, and short, reaching up to his shoulders. I had to stand on my toes to kiss him. While Gaston swore that my 'rack' was the largest and the firmest he had ever seen, I knew that my rounded hips were also not something that was the rage. But then, it was what Nature had gifted me.
The woman in the photograph had a slim, reed-like figure; the kind of woman my husband had had in his bed earlier...before we came together...
Driven by rage and fear, anxiety and a sense of overwhelming loss, I acted on impulse as I tapped the glass partition and spoke to the bodyguard accompanying me, a heavy-set man named Bosco.
I had not directly informed Gaston of my visit to the doctor; had just sent a message, asking him to allow me to visit the city. These days he never answered my calls. The Head of Security at our estate, Tony Beston had gotten back to me and said that the Boss had agreed to me leaving the grounds.
My littlest kids, all of twelve, were away on a hiking trip and would be back the following week.
I was for all practical purposes, on my own.
*
Now I said,
"Stop at the Town House, please.'
Bosco looked unnerved and the driver met my eyes in the rearview mirror.
'Uh..huh...' began Bosco but I had had enough. The way he was stalling made me even more determined. And suspicious.
"Just do it, Bosco!' I snapped and he stiffened. I had never raised my voice at them and it was a first. Silently, he nodded to the driver who changed gears and we were soon speeding up to the house that stood along with similar, imposing-looking houses on a discreet street. When the car drew up, I stepped out quickly and marched over to the door.
*
A very flustered-looking Latino woman opened the door and made to stop me from entering. She was a new hand with a hard face, I realized with a shock that she did not know me.
"I am here to see Gaston St Claire," I snapped through gritted teeth and pushed my way inside, shoving her when she tried to pull me back. I had already seen his car parked outside, along with the vehicles that always accompanied him. My husband was here, alright.
I stepped into the passageway, stopping short at the sound of raised voices.
*
'Listen, Dad, you need to ...' came a young man's voice, slightly nasal and unfamiliar and I slowed in shock.
Dad?
Had I come to the wrong house?
Then I headed a familiar gruff voice replying and I almost sagged in shock.
It was Gaston, speaking, in a tired voice, as though he was weary of arguing.
'Son, you ..." he was saying.
Gaston and a young man?
Son?
Dad?
What was going on?
A third voice interrupted him.
'Darling, ...'
A woman. Speaking in a seductive way.
*
I had had enough.
My insides clenched. But I had come to find out what was happening and I was not going to head back.
Pushing aside the housekeeper who seemed determined to prevent me from stepping forward and was trying to block my way, scowling, I marched ahead.
*
I entered the room on the right, the drawing room and stopped short. Gaston was sitting on the sofa, scowling, a bottle of alcohol before him, a tumbler in his hand. The bottle was already half empty though it was only mid-day, I noted, heart sinking. His bodyguards had stepped forward, stopping awkwardly as they saw me.
A blonde woman in a short dress, was beside him, her hand on his thigh in a familiar manner. And standing before him was a young man with blonde hair in a ponytail, who turned when I entered.
"I am sorry, I could not stop her,' said the housekeeper who had pushed past me roughly and now appeared beside me as I stood, shell shocked.
*
Dimly, I was aware of the woman rising, her red dress tight around her small waist and flat chest. I felt like an elephant in my casual yellow outfit.
"Don't worry, Maria,' she said soothingly and again, I flinched as I felt like an outsider.
Gaston had surged to his feet, his face like thunder, eyes bloodshot, swaying, and glaring at me. He looked as though he wanted to kill me.
All the while the thin, tall blonde rose, smiling slyly, a hand on his arm in a proprietary manner.
'Darling,' she purred, stroking his chest and I stared at him, bile rising in my mouth.
My husband looked fatigued and weary but the anger, the fury was very real. And it was directed at me.
*
"THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING HERE, WOMAN?' roared Gaston, his face contorted in a mask of fury, fists clenched.
' HAVEN'T I TOLD YOU NEVER TO COME HERE?'
This can't be happening ...No, no..." said a voice inside me as I staggered and leant against the door, afraid that my shaking legs would not support me.
'Well, Dad,' sneered the youth, with an ugly smirk,' Don't you think it is time I was introduced to my lovely young stepmother?'
*Step Mother?'
The words seemed to go round and round in my head as I sagged against the wall, staring at him and then my eyes went to Gaston's
He was grey faced, looking old and haggard as he looked at me, eyes hooded.
"No,...I whispered.
I shook my head, the fierce pain in my chest as though a giant fist had closed around my heart.
Gaston had a son. A boy who was almost as old as Claude.
So he had been unfaithful to me...
Again.
Liam O'Grady is a powerful loan shark and realtor, a man mixed in crime and an underground fighter, a King. Between them, his half-brother Finn St Just and he run the city of Hunter's Wood, with the strength of their muscle and money power. The brothers are Dominants and they enjoy subjugating the women they take. And they have the habit of sharing a woman. But the jaded Liam knows that something is missing. Like a breath of fresh air, innocent young Bianca Cruz turns up at their doorstep, asking for help. The nineteen-year-old is trying to get her family free of the clutches of the evil Dean Nelson, who was also responsible for the death of her father. Liam agrees to help her, for he is intrigued by the young woman who is untouched and other-worldly, an innocent who appeals to his jaded self. He along with his brother propose a deal with the desperate young woman. They will help her; they will even restore her father's beloved bakery and hand it over to her. But the price is this: She will be their willing submissive for a year. & Does she cave in and accept their terms? And what will happen during this year to the girl who has no experience of men? Worse, what will happen to her at the end of the year?
"You f*cking WH*RE!" roared Gaston St. Claire, my husband. Bringing his face closer to my terrified one, he snarled, in a lower voice filled with anguish and fury, "So it was true, eh? You were sneaking behind my back, spreading your legs and spreading your legs for other men, huh?' I shook my head, trying to focus, trying to plead, the shock spreading through me slowly. What was he talking about? I had no idea how I had gotten there-to that seedy-looking room-or how I had ended up beneath Stan Cummingham, naked and semi-conscious. Other men? What did he mean? Why didn't he believe me? April and Gaston St. Claire, the Mafia Don, have been wed and blessed with eight children. Their lives have had their fair share of ups and downs. But there's worse awaiting poor April! Bree Hampston, Gaston St. Claire's long-lost sister, turns up! She turns the Mafia Don against his faithful wife... Does she succeed? Or does April finally make a stand?
Damien Lindberg, the heir to the Lindberg Coven of Warlocks, is stunned to discover that he has fathered a son from a one-night stand, of which he has no recollection. His woman turns out to be young Miranda O'Neill, who is fierce and furious when he turns up in her life, daring to claim her and his son. She is hurt and bitter, for she had searched for him after the exquisite night of love they had shared. And while the two lovers try to fight not only their passions, for there is a deep, unpredictable sexual chemistry between them, they also have to face other threats, sinister and menacing in nature, from within the Coven, from the world of Dragons, and from the murky world of jealous rivals, all of which lurk outside the periphery of their volatile passion, which holds them anchored to each other. Will they finally be with each other and find true love? Or will the forces that want to keep the star-crossed lovers apart, finally win?
Gaston St.Claire, the Mafia Don from the previous book is out to get his old enemy, Dmitri. Dmitri has vowed to destroy his family, particularly the woman he loves, his wife April He embarks on a way to kill th mn but in the process, his wife misunderstands him. He turns to his old flame, a woman who is now a noted porn star . April is torn between her love for her husband and he bewilderment at his actions. Meanwhile, Schwartz meets Sophia, whose sister was lured into the porn movie business and has disappeared. The two of them are attracted to each other but Sophia fights the attraction. How things spin out of control involving Gaston and April, Schwartz and Sophia forms the story line.
Melissa is a widow; she is just 22 years old with a two year old son. Her lover , who she had not married, dies of a heart attack. His ex-wife turns up with her fiancƩ, and throws Melissa out, penniless. The fiancƩ, Trsitan Lord, is a ruthless advocate, a millionaire as he fights the cases for the Mafia mob. He does not care for anyone's feelings. When he meets Melissa, he feels a desire to dominate her, a strange attraction towards her. Although she cannot understand the way she feels towards him, Melissa does not respond to his overtures. This makes him angry. Melissa's mother dies, her father is paralyzed. He has no one except Melissa. Desperate, with a child and her helpless father to look after,, she takes up a job as a dancer at a topless bar run by the Mob. Tristan sees her there and tries to seduce her in his brutal manner. He grabbed her am, pinning her to the wall, his eyes gleaming like hot coals as he growled, 'You slut...so you can parade your naked body before the men in that room,' He jerked her to him, forcing her to feel his hard erectness that was pressing against her soft belly. "But you play the innocent with me, eh?' She pushed against him, futilely, aware that she was getting turned on strangely enough by this large man's cruel words and his punishing hold on her. His presence, his male musky aroma filled her head. "Take your hands off me,' she hissed, but for answer, he lowered his head and brought his hard mouth on her soft moist lips, displaying a hunger that seemed to burn both of them as he ravaged her mouth, his body holding her trapped...
'I had not expected to breed you, little girl.' He said, his voice emotionless but his eyes were hot with lust,' You were just a plaything to be used till I tired of you, But there was no way I would let any child of mine grow up as a bastard.' My breath caught in my throat at the sheer cruelty, the heartlessness of his words. Was that all I had been to him? The young innocent woman and the older, heartless Mafia Boss who cannot have enough of her. A story of desire, a story of lust Above all a story of LOVE.
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