"It's not that I don't want you doing this with me" she said closing her eyes tightly and putting her head back on the pillow as her hands gripped my waist. I put my hands on her chest as I kept moving my hips on her. "What is it then?" I asked her, trying my best to hold my moans in "it's the fact that your fucking.." she breathed heavily and tried to keep herself together so she can complete her sentence "..your fucking dad will kill me if he finds out about us having sex" I held her chin and kissed her lips "that's why we're not gonna tell him.." I said moving faster, her grip tightening on my hips "..it's gonna be our little secret" --- This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -use of weapons -Drugs, weed, alcohol etc. -murder and crimes

"Wh-why did you stop the elevator?",I asked. He turned on his feet to face me again. "You were saying?" He asked completely ignoring my question. He took another step forward and I stepped back again and I bumped my back on the wall as I felt the cold mirror on my skin. "That you like him." He said. "I-I don- -", I stammered looking down as Christian brought his hand close to my face tugging a stray strand behind my ear. I tilted my face up to meet his blue orbs. He stepped more closer to me as our chests touched. I gulped down contemplating our short proximity. He then slid his fingers down my bare arm raising goosebumps on my skin. He leaned closer to me. "Does he have this effect on you?", He whispered as his cool minty breath fanned my cheek. My heart was throbbing against my chest so hard as if it'd come out uniting with his. There was a small smile playing on his lips making me feel that he was enjoying what was happening to me. With a quick movement he slipped his arm around my waist tugging me more into him. I dropped the files and my handbag and placed my hands on his big muscular chest. His face was mere centimetres away from mine. "Christian...", I whispered looking at his lips. "Tell me." He whispered in his deep velvety voice as he brought his other hand to my face, caressing my bottom lip with his thumb. I looked back into his ocean blue eyes to see him gaze at my lips with his dark, lustful eyes. He flipped a lock of hair away from my shoulder exposing it. He came closer and closer to me. _________________________ Reign Adams is a beautiful and bold woman who happens to be the CEO of Adams Hotels. A charming man enters in her life as her bodyguard and her life flips upside down. Promises are made to be broken.

✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited] BEING EDITED FOR FURTHER PUBLISHING Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorder. He had one promise, to make those bleed who have made him bleed and his biggest motive being to never let anyone on the pain he has been carrying in his heart that has been bleeding for stitches till this day. He had grown out of love with the concept of love which had him only suffer. Little did the heartless mob boss know he would find someone who knew him more than he knew himself. Ravenna Romano, a kind & loving therapist, who had made a mission to help others escape their pain and make them fall in love with the idea of love once again. Losing her baby brother, Beau, at a young age had given her the curse of a bleeding heart which after a long toll, she learned pain can be only subsided by love. She knew darkness can only be taken away by the light of hope. Hope of a new fresh start. But she did not know that she would be helping the heartless Italian realise that his heart was waiting to be healed. Little did she know that she was going to be the therapist of Rafael Rossi. But would she be able to be his remedy when she choose the sweetest words to heal his brittle heart when he choose the most poisonous actions to break it. ﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ "Mr.Rossi I really need you to open up to me for our sessions to work." She said in her sweet innocent voice as he felt himself rage at her pointless efforts on healing something that doesn't exist. "How about you start by opening up to me?" He asked while his eyes traveled down her ripe body. "Mr.Rossi, I don't understand." The caring heart of the therapist spoke as she felt his greedy gaze upon her untouched shrine . "Open up your legs Ms.Romano."