"Marcell." Olivia gasped. I captured her bottom lip between mine.
"Hush," I said. She was putty in my arms.
I was dirty, sick, and marked by death, and like some selfish succubus, I was sucking the purity out of the one thing in my life that had light. Always terrified of the darkness that threatened to take me over.
***
The old men of the Chicago Syndicate threaten to overthrow Marcell from being Don.
Olivia struggles as Junior Associate in Chicago's most prestigious law firm.
Two souls destined for each other in a world designed to keep them apart.
***
"What's this?"
Marcell's shirt was untucked and unbuttoned, revealing his muscled chest.
"Neutral ground," Marcell said. He took slow steps towards me. "It's neither yours, nor is it mine."
"It's ours." His hands found purchase on my hips. "We are just Olivia and Marcell. A man. A woman."
"What do you need, Marcell?"
"You."

Blind Trust with the Don is created by Anastasia O'hare, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Blind Trust with the Don

“The door…” Olivia pulled away from my lips, indicating the door behind us. 


We had been attached to each other since outside the restaurant. If I were a shy man, I’d feel embarrassed by what we did in the back of my car while Hal sat in the driver’s seat driving us to Olivia’s apartment. I’d be embarrassed like we were practically making out like horny hormonal teenagers. 


Perhaps if I was a better man, I’d be slightly ashamed about hiking up Olivia’s dress, slinging her legs around my hips and pressing her against the side of her apartment building just so I could grind myself against her a little bit longer. Fully knowing that in just a short elevator ride, I’d have access to every single part of her. 


Chapter 12: The New Roommate.