The sensation of the vibrator against my pussy was fucking euphoric. I moaned and wiggled but all I could do was take the pleasure as it came. After all, my feet and arms were tied on some wooden material. "I know you're wondering how you're tied up. You're on a St. Andrew's cross, baring that pretty little cunt to me." He must have increased the vibration and the speed on the vibrator because it became more intense than before. Especially when he thrust it inside me suddenly. His finger stroked my clit while he worked my inside with that vibrator. "This pretty little cunt belongs to me to do what I want to do with it…." he said before he leaned into my ear and said, "...I knew it was mine the moment I laid my eyes on you, dochka."As he spoke all the things he had to say, I felt myself nearing the edge of an orgasm. My inner walls tightened around the silicon material inside me and my muscles tensed. My heartbeat seemed to race and my abdomen walls seemed to tighten. It felt like
I woke up tucked in bed in my pajamas. My hair was in a neat bun and I was as clean as I could have ever been. It was like I hadn't left my bed. I was back in the penthouse and the morning light was just starting to seep in through the windows. I looked around in confusion wondering how I made it back to the penthouse. The last thing I remembered passing out after I squirted. "I fucking squirted," I said to myself as a smile crept to my face. The sensation had been intense but I think it had everything to do with being denied orgasms a lot of times and the metallic items clipped on my nipples. Milo never crossed the limits when it came to me. It was like he knew what my body could take and what it couldn't.I would have thought the events of the night had never happened if it wasn't for the marks on my wrists and ankles. The events of the night were like a pleasant dream.The marks were faint and they were not painful. My body still tingled and most of all, I was sore between my l
Thwack!The sound of the spank landing on my ass was swallowed by the loud music playing in the club found in the sketchy parts of Moscow. I turned and glared at the man who had dared touch me.He flashed his yellow teeth at me and laughed."Come on, baby. Come sit on my lap so I can give you a twenty-dollar bill." He said and his friends laughed along with him."Come on, baby. Let's go to the alley and I'll show you a good time.""Or we can all go to the alley and all show her a great time. I promise I'll pull your red hair hard."A series of laughter was heard at the table. They were all so disgusting that they made me want to throw up.I hated everything about working in that bar. From the slutty uniforms the manager forced us to wear consisting of booty shorts, a very skimpy crop top that showed off my cleavage, and very high heels, to how the manager encouraged bad behavior from customers.I walked straight to Denis, the manager, and said, "That man harassed me."He rolled his ey
"W-What?" I asked, my green eyes wide.What could Milo possibly want from me?He hated me when I dated his son two years before. He treated me like scum on his shoe and never failed to remind me that I wasn't good enough for Ivan. He was the reason we only lasted a month.All because I was an addict's daughter."I asked you what you are willing to do to save your father," he said as he got up from the couch and stepped into the light. I nearly gasped at the intensity in his gray stormy eyes.I was on the ground kneeling with tears streaming from my eyes. I didn't want my father to die, even if it came at the cost of my life. Viktor was the only family I had left. How could I abandon him?Milo stood before me and lifted my chin gently. I raised my eyes to look at him and I could have sworn I saw darkness flash in his pools of gray. He exuded sex appeal, danger, and mystery.Everyone knew he was a murderer but did a murderer look at you like he could undress you with his eyes? Did a mur
It had been three days since the last time I saw Milo or his men. Every single hour that passed put me on edge. I wanted him to do what he wanted with me and just disappear from my life as soon as possible.However, something told me it wasn't that easy–Milo wasn't that easy.I thought dinner with Zoya would distract me but all it did was make her worry for me. The last thing I wanted was to bother my best friend with my problems."Are you okay?" Zoya asked. "If it's money problems I told you not to hesitate to come to me for help."Zoya was a Bratva princess. Her family was one of the few mafia families in Russia. We went to high school together and hit it off from there. I never understood why she liked me so much.Especially because we were worlds apart. She was filthy rich and I was very poor. My home had dysfunctional parents while hers had a power couple that cared for her. She was the only reason I dated Ivanov, Milo's son.Ivan and Zoya were friends and when she introduced us,
I closed my eyes bracing myself for the slap from the stranger but it never came. Milo Grabbed the man's hand before it landed on my cheek."You can't touch her," he said calmly.I had never seen him lose his cool. Not Even when his son introduced a poor girl as his girlfriend. Any attempt Ivan made to agitate his father always seemed futile because he was always in control."That bitch-"He kneed the man in the stomach and pushed him away. "Don't call her that."Two of Milo's men came forward and held the stranger down. Milo crouched down to his level and broke his hand in one swift movement. The man's Screams could be heard throughout the bar. Everyone was looking at us.For the second time that night, the bar was so quiet you would have heard a pin drop."You broke my hand!" The man screamed. "Iwill...I will.."The man lacked words. He knew there wasn't anything he could do against Milo. I Stared in shock as he stepped on the man's already broken hand."Maybe I should cut it off fo
"No. Why do I have to live somewhere else?I'm not going anywhere with you!" I yelled.I turned around and fumbled with the lockbut Milo just stood there watching like I Wasn't trying to run away. My hands were shaking so much that I could barely focus them to open the lock."Where are you going to sleep on the street?" He asked.His hands were in his pockets and amusement danced in his eyes. It was like he was watching his favorite television show. That was how much I seemed to amuse him.As soon as the door opened, there was a man with a gun in his hands guarding the exit. I slammed the door in his face andturned to Milo. It sounded weird but I Knew I was safer with him than with them at my door.So far, he hadn't shown me that he had any intent to kill menot now? Will youHowever, I felt trapped. I couldn't help the tears that gathered in my eyes. Before I Knew it, I was sobbing on the ground. Milo Was heartless."If you think a few tears are going to change my mind then you're mi
I was weak. I should have never allowed Milo to touch me or kiss me. I should have protested and told him I wasn't interested in him.But that would have been a lie.The truth was, he had been right. I thought about him almost every day since that kiss two years ago. I liked him. That much I couldn't deny.Who would blame me? He was tall, muscular, hot, and from the looks of it, great in bed. Every woman in Moscow lusted after him and feared him at the same time.I wasn't exceptional.I bet he was used to women throwing themselves at him all the time. I had fallen for his seduction like every other woman. I would hate to be just another notch.Pushing aside those thoughts, I packed the valuable items I had. I didn't have a lot—just a few necklaces, underwear, some pictures, and all my novels.When I opened the door, Milo's men were waiting outside. One of them grabbed my bags and guided me downstairs.With every step I took, I wanted to go back to my apartment and just sleep. I didn't
I woke up tucked in bed in my pajamas. My hair was in a neat bun and I was as clean as I could have ever been. It was like I hadn't left my bed. I was back in the penthouse and the morning light was just starting to seep in through the windows. I looked around in confusion wondering how I made it back to the penthouse. The last thing I remembered passing out after I squirted. "I fucking squirted," I said to myself as a smile crept to my face. The sensation had been intense but I think it had everything to do with being denied orgasms a lot of times and the metallic items clipped on my nipples. Milo never crossed the limits when it came to me. It was like he knew what my body could take and what it couldn't.I would have thought the events of the night had never happened if it wasn't for the marks on my wrists and ankles. The events of the night were like a pleasant dream.The marks were faint and they were not painful. My body still tingled and most of all, I was sore between my l
The sensation of the vibrator against my pussy was fucking euphoric. I moaned and wiggled but all I could do was take the pleasure as it came. After all, my feet and arms were tied on some wooden material. "I know you're wondering how you're tied up. You're on a St. Andrew's cross, baring that pretty little cunt to me." He must have increased the vibration and the speed on the vibrator because it became more intense than before. Especially when he thrust it inside me suddenly. His finger stroked my clit while he worked my inside with that vibrator. "This pretty little cunt belongs to me to do what I want to do with it…." he said before he leaned into my ear and said, "...I knew it was mine the moment I laid my eyes on you, dochka."As he spoke all the things he had to say, I felt myself nearing the edge of an orgasm. My inner walls tightened around the silicon material inside me and my muscles tensed. My heartbeat seemed to race and my abdomen walls seemed to tighten. It felt like
I barely held it together on my way back to the penthouse. Boris kept looking at me through the rearview mirror expecting me to break down but I didn't. I was stronger than that.If I cried every single time Milo hurt me, I could give the whole world my tears as rain. I wasn't going to let him make me cry anymore.It still hurt that a stranger was the one who defended me over Milo. I couldn't get the image of him just standing there doing nothing out of my brain. He'd looked at me like he didn't know me. Not only had Milo hurt me, but he had also allowed his mistress to humiliate me in front of everyone and insult my character. I wasn't a stalker–well not her stalker. I couldn't deny I had been stalking Milo."We're here," Boris said as he arrived at my apartment complex. I couldn't have gotten out of the car faster. My heels were in my hands since they were wet like the rest of me. Anya spotted me as soon as I stepped through the doors. She rushed toward me but I ignored her and e
I called Boris over immediately."What the fuck is she doing here and why didn't you warn me?!" I asked. "Apologies, Pakhan but I work for her now, not you. Those were your orders."The need to punch him was great but at the moment, I needed him to do something else. I admired his loyalty. He was my personal bodyguard before I handed him to Emilie. He was one of the few men in my organization that I trusted fully. I knew when it came to it, he would protect Emilie with his own life. It had been reckless on my part because I was left without a close man I could trust. However, it calmed me to know Emilie was safe with him."Make sure she doesn't leave with that fucker. Go!" I said. He nodded and rushed after her. Luckily, Emilie hadn't gotten to the exit yet. I followed behind them to make sure Maximo didn't leave with him. Maximo argued with Boris but soon, he let up and allowed him to take Emilie home. Emilie had a huge part in getting Maximo to back off. Good girl. At least sh
The minute I saw her walk through those fucking doors I knew I was fucked. I knew she was there before I laid my eyes on her. She was like a fucking siren whose song had me on a chokehold. It didn't help that she looked so fucking gorgeous. She was wearing a soft pink dress that showed off her long creamy legs and cleavage. And her hair? When the fuck did she get bangs?They made her look even more gorgeous. I wondered how I was going to take my eyes off her when she looked like that. It killed me that every single man in that room saw exactly what I saw. It made me want to gauge everyone's eyes out that dared to look at her in a suggestive manner. Unfortunately, I couldn't do that.I'm going to kill Boris.That fucking shit should have told me she was thinking of coming. Confronting him was going to have to wait. I had business dealings to deal with at the moment. "Milo, why don't you take me to the back room so we can have some fun?" the annoying blonde on my arm said. I didn't e
The upper echelon was rubbing off on me. In a matter of four hours, I had managed to obtain a ticket to a mafia event and an elegant dress to wear. All I had to do was manipulate Irina to get it. She loved making me jealous and proving to me that Milo didn't really want me. All I did was go crying to her about what I'd heard at the salon. Then convinced her to give me the ticket so I could catch Milo with another woman. She didn't even argue. Her need to hurt me would land her in trouble one day. That was how I ended up in front of the mirror in a soft pink satin dress that exuded a smooth, shiny texture. It was form-fitting, with a draped style and an asymmetrical hemline. It stopped in my middle thighs but also managed to look elegant. It had a high, structured neckline that connected to an open cutout across the upper chest, creating a striking yet classy appearance. The sleeves were long and slightly flared at the cuffs. The open-toe heels I wore were embellished with sparkli
After tossing and turning in bed almost all night as I went over all the ways I acted desperate and embarrassed myself in front of Milo, I finally managed to get some sleep. When I woke up, there was a black card on my bedside table. A text came in as soon as I had it in my hands. It said; That's an unlimited card. Buy yourself whatever you want. It's under your name.It was from Milo. He was always texting me using a different number. He never kept one for way too long. I put the card back on the table and went to freshen up. As soon as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I saw red marks covering my skin. It was a reminder of all the fucked up things I allowed Milo to do to me. Pretend like you don't enjoy it.I smiled when I realized that I didn't know what good sex felt like until Milo. I didn't know what fucked up things I had experienced to make me like everything Milo was doing but I knew I didn't want him to stop. I had a feeling that he and I had barely scraped the su
With shaky fingers, I reached for his belt and unbuckled it. Milo didn't take his eyes off me and I didn't take my eyes off of him. After I reached in and took out his cock from his boxers, he pointed the knife at my throat again."I don't trust you not to bite me, dochka," he said. "Open your mouth, wide." I glared at him to distract from the fact that I was salivating at the sight of his beautiful shaft. It was thick with the tip swollen and red. It made me feel powerful to know I turned on a man like Milo like that.I brought my tongue to his tip and licked gently as I looked into his eyes. He tasted manly and clean. I almost moaned in satisfaction when I tasted his precum in my mouth. I instantly wanted more. I grabbed him with one hand and started licking up and down his length. He hissed, cursed, and closed his eyes tightly. I was driving him crazy and it was giving me a lot of confidence. I gently held his member as I swirled my tongue around the base of his tip. I cupped hi
If Milo thought he would find me naked in bed waiting for him then he must have been delusional. His words had done nothing to calm the insecurities riddling me. I spent the entire time I was back at the penthouse wondering who else slept in the same bed I slept in every night. Now that Milo was far away from me, I could think clearly without being distracted by him. I wasn't going to obey him ever again. Suddenly, I wanted to go back to my old life. I may have struggled to pay my bills but at least my heart would not be broken. The elevator doors opened as I was chilling on the couch and a housekeeper appeared with an array of dishes. The food was enough to feed a whole community of hungry people. "What's going on?" I asked the lady who had brought in the food. "Mr. Petrov asked for room service in the penthouse. He specifically said you should eat to your fill." She said, "Excuse me.""Wait!" I yelled. When she turned around looking scared, I smiled and patted the spot next to