Recent content by Gella Rerra

Yet again, this woman found ways to worm her way under his skin like nobody before her. If they hadn't just indulged in each other for the better part of an hour, if the look on her face didn't still make his stomach feel lighter than air, it would have disgusted him how easily she did it. "I...

And already, her first breach of decorum under his command. The crowd had dispersed, his address was done, and he'd told her everything he wanted her to hear for the time being. That was her cue to leave him the hell alone and go do whatever the hell she kept herself busy doing when she wasn't...

Perhaps there was some part of Gella who was still convinced that this was some dream borne of wine, or that it was an elaborate ruse to undermine him. It was difficult to root out such deep-seated paranoia, after all, especially when it was baked into his mind from such a young age. That being...

Niamh would encounter only minimal trouble with Gella's emeralds. This was no loosely bound gang that only begrudgingly adhered to a leader. No, these men were loyal to Gella, because they knew exactly what the half-elf was capable of should they dare turn on him. Even those few who moved to...

For the first time since he'd formed the Emeralds, Gella would miss the morning breakfast meeting downstairs. The puzzlement of those serving him as they looked between one another for some answer as to where he'd gone was lost to him-- The only concern that Rerra had now was the naked woman...

Leandra certainly wasn't the only one confused. Even as Gella sat against the headboard, he wore a puzzled expression, though he almost seemed more confused by his own actions and words than by hers. In truth, he'd expected to feel exactly as she described. Once the alcohol had left his system...

Cold. Though his body was still covered, the empty space that Leandra left behind felt frigid and lifeless. Gella's eyes followed Marin with a mixture of confusion and frustration, muted and muffled behind the sleepy expression he still wore. She was leaving? After what had happened, she was...

Even after Gella woke, he did not open his eyes for some time. He didn't feel rested or refreshed and certainly not ready to tackle the day that waited ahead of him. Perhaps it was the hangover that caused his head to throb with every beat of his heart, but the half-elf knew that the far more...

It would have been so much easier if she backed down at his touch if she shied away and vanished until Gella could collect himself and quell this fire that was building underneath his skin. Whatever this feeling was, it was a lack of control unlike any he'd felt before. He was not losing his...

There was some nagging voice in the back of the crime lord's head that still insisted on this being a trap, a coy and callous way to get under his skin and usurp all of the power and control that he'd worked so hard to attain ever since he'd given this place its name. That same voice was the one...

She wasn't stopping. Why the fuck wasn't she stopping? Gella already didn't know how to deal with this situation, with the sensations shooting through every muscle in his body every time her tongue slid against his own, every time she pushed her body closer to his. It was new, it was horrifying...

For a while, she just stared at him. For all the progress Leandra had made in getting past his defenses, her follow-up needed some work. Gella raised an eyebrow, looking across her features as if trying to discern what in the hell was running through her mind now. Another thing he found so...

His face lifted with her hand, but his eyes were skittish, avoiding staring directly back at her. This time it was not a display of arrogance or disrespect, but one of fear. Again she spoke of what he wanted, but still he knew not what that was. All that he did know, in his emotional and...

Gella flinched as her hand neared, but he didn't pull away. If Leandra accomplished nothing else on this night, she had gotten Gella Rerra, the hardheaded leader of the Emeralds, to listen to her words without even a peep of interruption. That in and of itself was no small feat, and something...

Gella seemed reluctant to look at Leandra as she dropped the plates down and sat on the other side of the bar, as though making eye contact with her would be showing some sort of weakness. He didn't snap at her this time, not when she tried to comfort him with words, not when she dared touch his...