❝I'm the one asking the question, Zen.❞ ❝And how has that been working for you, Aurelio?❞ The hand on my shoulder moved to my neck, with his index and thumb he squeezed just underneath my jaw. It didn't restrict my breathing in the slightest, but it was a warning that he would. ❝You are such a cocky bastard, aren't you? Had me believing you were this sweet little shrink when really you're no different from the rest of us here. Let me say this loud and clear Zen, you may get away with using that type of talk around the other people here but don't you forget who's in charge. I own you, your name belongs to me.❞ ❝No, Meave Dean belongs to you. Meave Dean is a patient who is dead. Zen Maven is a free woman, one whom you're currently threatening. I may be new to Italy but I'm pretty sure it's illegal to threaten innocent people.❞ The rage behind his eyes brought laughter to my lips. I enjoyed the annoyance, finally I was the one under his skin. ❝Checkmate, Mr. Russo.❞ ( Contains Mature Content) Part Two in the Burn series, Can be read as a Stand alone.

❃ The Violinist and His Painter ❃ "Am I?" She challenged, she could tell his eyes dark with anger and lust even though she was blinded by a silk piece of ribbon. Mireia knew she was pushing his buttons; felt the strong desire to push him to the very edge. Feeling the violin bow slowly travel along her bareback, unloosing the tensed knot, she felt his bulge grow against her. Instantly, her body squirmed and rubbed along his tight straining trousers. "If you keep doing that, I won't have a choice but to spread your legs apart and take you right here." Ezequiel hissed darkly, his fossil eyes darker than any snow clouds. Mireia smiled and a small moan escaped her lips as the violin bow was smacked against her cushioned ass. "I'd like to see you try" Mireia's subconscious only begged to be taken. Taken by Ezequiel Fontanez. Her only demise - A hundred and twenty seven years ago, a well-respected woman's daughter and a shoe maker's son both fell deep into the abyss of love. However, these naive lovers had to fall apart as fate was made by the illusion of betrayal. Now, a hundred and twenty seven years later, they are both reunited into the same yet new world with the dreams that haunt them. They share both the exotic evocation of lust, temptation and pure desire. Will love ever weave it's silk into their minds or will the shadows of betrayal, once again, paint a tainted image of another tragic death.