MilaFrom— Jonathan ByrneSubject— WARNINGDate— 12 May 2021 14:10To— Little mouseCome downstairs and eat your lunch. Refer to the subject as what it is. And there will be ‘painful’ consequences if not obeyed.Jonathan ByrneThe moment I powered on my phone, the email popped up on the notification bar. I didn’t even get the chance to go through my phone and to be happy about it a little longer before he ruined it for me. But then, my stomach was rumbling in hunger and I thought it might be
Mila“In your dreams, arseholè.” I growled at him and made sure to hit him in the side as I started to go.But he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to face him. With his eyes dark and angry, he gritted out, “In my dreams, you are tied across the dining table while I am eating you out. And then I fûck you, all three holes you have to offer. You have no idea what else I’m doing to you every night in my dreams.”“You—”“Save your words. Come to me when you are ready to beg.”I moved past him but didn’t get to take two steps when I stumbled and groaned out, “Fuck.” Turning around, I glared at him. “For fucks sake. Stop it.”“What?” He asked, and slipped out
Mila“Please, Jonathan, let me suck your cock.” I said in a soft voice, my stomach fluttering and my heart beating a strange rhythm. A mix of anticipation and a little fear of the unknown.I watched as his jaw tightened and his eyes took that dark look. It wasn’t the angry look, it was the dark lust I saw in them. He looked at me like he would like to do more than just what we agreed on. My gaze fell to his hands as he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop down to his ankles. My lips parted in surprise as he became visible. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath those pants, and now he was standing here completely naked from the waist down in front of me. I licked my lips as my eyes took in the sheer size of him. He was big. And I wasn’t exaggerating. His cock looked like it could tear me apart if I let him. Threateningly gorgeous. Smooth, swollen and hard.
Jonathan I sat in her room, on her bed with her soft body pressed into mine. Her eyes were closed, her swollen lips parted slightly as she slept, pressing the side of her face into my chest. She was so little in my arms, so vulnerable and yet I knew that she carried a fire inside herself. The fire I want to stoke even more. I couldn’t help but think back to how fucking beautiful she had looked, submitting to me. On her knees with her mouth open, begging for my cock. At first she had been stubborn and full of defiance and then slowly she had accepted what she felt. She had let her attraction win, she had let her body’s demand overcome her. It was a victory for me but still somewhere in her hazel eyes I had seen she wasn’t completely into it. A tiny part of her wasn’t happy the way she gave in. But despite that it hadn’t taken away the b
JonathanI’d like to be anywhere but here. Well that’s not true, I’d like to be back at home and watch my little mouse. Or toy with my tigress. Something about her was so compelling that I hadn’t been able to stop myself as I had watched her sleeping. It was only the reminder from Jasper that I had to attend this dinner at my house that had pulled me away from her. But it doesn’t matter what I’d like because in or out, I was the eldest son— only living eldest son of the Pakhan, and I’d have to stick to custom whether I wanted to or not.I stepped out of the car and looked up at the house that I had called home before everything precious was taken away from me. Unlike the last time, now the house was lit like a Christmas tree and I could hear the sound of music and people talking to each other coming outside.“Kny
JonathanSomething was wrong.And this time I was sure of it.It had been three days since that late afternoon in her bedroom when she had submitted to me. And since then she hadn’t mouthed to me once. It was like she was once again that timid little mouse with that small voice that had come to work for me in the beginning. There was no hint of the tigress I had uncovered and come to adore.She was always ready to do what I asked her to. There were no glares, no sass and no obvious desire in her hazel eyes. Now her hazel eyes were always downcast and she obeyed me like it was her second nature. Like she was my slave. And I hated it and I was starting to hate her for it. For her blind obedience.Even now as I sent her an email and watched on the screen as she read her email, I didn’t see a flash of smile or the
Mila“Ah… you are already wet. What made you wet, little mouse? The thought of me playing with your arsehole or is it just my touch that can make you so wet?”The fact was, it was all of him. His touch. His voice. His dirty words. Everything that he was affected me like this, making my body yearn for more of him even as my mind battled with me for giving into his touch and for feeling the desire that I shouldn’t because of his filthy words.His fingers slipped between my folds and I bit down hard on my bottom lip on the verge of drawing blood as he caressed me through my wetness. All the while his index finger of the other hand kept circling my tight forbidden hole.I wanted to ask him to stop or tell him to go fûck his own arse but then it’d be against everything I had been for the last three days. Obedient
Jonathan I looked up at her, her eyes were so soft and tears still clung to her lashes as she met my gaze. There was a vulnerable quality about her that I couldn’t help but make mine and keep it safe, tucked away somewhere far. And then she said the words I had never heard and not used till now. “Make love to me.” I felt my chest tighten and felt the warmth of her words. She was a sorceress and there was no other explanation for the magic she was weaving. “Please.” My fingers tightened around her nape and I pulled her down to capture her lips in a hungry yet soft kiss. I wanted to devour her whole. I wanted to make her mine and I wanted to erase the touch and memory of every man who had come before me. I cupped her cheeks and nipped at her lips, still softly sipping from her mouth. “I will give you whatever you want.” I said, repeating my promise from earlier. And I realised t
NINA I woke up to the sensation of cold seeping into my body. When I blinked my eyes, my cheek was pressed on something cold and hard. Concrete. Rough, unyielding, and damp. My head throbbed, my body a twisted coil of aches and bruises. And the air around me was thick with something pungent—coppery, metallic, the scent of rusted iron and dried blood. Darkness pressed in around me, thick and suffocating. My fingers twitched against the floor, searching for something, anything, to anchor me. But all I found was the sharp bite of chains wrapped around my wrist and ankle. Panic tore through me. No. No, no, no. I tugged, yanking hard, but the metal didn’t budge. It only cut deeper, biting into my skin. My breath shuddered out, my heart raced in my chest. Think. Think. Where am I? What happened? The last thing I remember— The park. The woods. The chase. Lachlan. But it wasn’t Lachlan who had caught me. The masked man had manhandled me and then... drugged me. My hand
Twisted Marriage: A Dark MMF Mafia Romance Now Released!!!_____INNESSA ______ “There you are.” I shuddered at his slimy voice. Zaman pulled me toward him, the man almost twice my age my father engaged me to. “I was looking for you.” “Let me go.” I said, keeping my fear at bay. He was a kind of man who feasted on my fear. The first time I had tried to appeal to his kindness he had laughed in my face and told me to forget that I’ll ever get out of this arrangement. “I will.” He stepped closer into me. His alcohol laced breath making me gag. “But first, I want to have a kiss from my soon to be bride.” “We are not married yet,” I replied, inching away from him. “We will be. Only a month.” Pain burned around my wrist where he so mercilessly gripped me, but anger was also overpowering. “Oh, don’t be shy... you are going to be my wife soon enough. Your father all but sold you to me.” Not just a month. But one month. Two weeks. Three days. But who’s counting, right? And
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Epilogue II Four years later… Jonathan “What are you doing?” I questioned as my wife entered my home office and closed the door behind her. I was still angry at her for going out during the curfew with her friends but this woman wasn’t someone you could stay mad at. In the four years since we have been together I could write a book on the things she had made me angry for and on the other hand I can count it on three fingers for the times I had managed to keep up my anger and hold back from her for more than an hour. But yesterday was one of those few days which sent me to a point of no return. I glared at her as once again the cold fear gritted me when I had re
Epilogue Seven months later… Capetown Mila I slid out of the bed, my hand going to my protruding belly where our son was currently playing football with my bladder. I patted softly as I muttered, “Stop it, little cub, mama is awake.” I looked across the room at the small digital clock and realized that it was four in the morning. Even before I woke up I knew Jonathan wasn't in the bed with me. In the last few months he had focused on me and in expanding his wine business as much as h
MilaI married into a family of lunatics, I just prayed and hoped to god that this lunacy doesn’t affect my baby.The moment Jasper walked inside the door I knew something was wrong and he confirmed it when he said that he was taking me to the airport. Why? Because my husband wanted me safe which includes keeping me away from him and sending me to a corner of the world where no one could find me. I was all for it until I had something to lose. And for me that was Jonathan and for my baby it’s father.So like a nice human being, I kindly asked Jasper to take me back to my husband but very unkindly he repeated my husband’s words to me, “I am sorry, Mrs Sokolov but he also said, ‘If she doesn’t obey, drug her’ and I really do not want to do it.”Because I am a really good p
JonathanWhen I reached upstairs I found my brother standing in his bedroom. He asked without facing me, “Why did you keep all of this?”Emotions clogged my throat as I thought about all the years I spent cursing our fate. Wishing that it had been me instead of him. Praying that he would come back. And now looking at him, I couldn’t form words. Without saying anything, I closed the distance between us and hugged him from behind.There was a moment where he stood still and I doubted that he even breathed, before he turned around and hugged me properly. “I couldn’t seal it all away. I missed you every single day for twelve years, Jeremy. And I can’t explain it in words how happy I am that you are here.”He patted my back and when we parted I watched him blinking away his tears
JonathanThe funeral was a big fanfare. Not because all those people who attended my father’s funeral were his friends or respected him, only because they were showing their loyalty to the Sokolov family to not have any repercussions. The ruling family of the Russian mafia. And even then most of them weren’t here to bid goodbye to my dead father, no, they were here to see the man who had come back from the dead.They were here to speculate and show their surprise and their sympathy. Sympathy on how a father who mourned his son to his last breath didn’t get to see him alive. They blamed it on fate. But I say it was Karma. They were here to wonder how a man like Gerard Sokolov could die in his sleep. Because they didn’t know that he was killed, murdered by his own daughter in law.“Knyaz.”
JeremiahI stood at the threshold of the room that was kept as a souvenir where I lost a part of me. A part that makes me hate my own reflection and a part that made me fill with deep seated bitterness that refused to leave me. Because of which now I could no longer look at my own reflection without feeling rage and disgust at what I see and when I see it only feel the need to cause mayhem.From what I had heard, my father kept it as a reminder to get revenge from the man who was responsible for his loss of a wife and his heir.But me... seeing this, all I wanted to do was to alight it once again so that I wouldn’t have to recall the heat I had felt, the blow to my head, the sender of betrayal that had consumed me, the blood that had seeped out of my mother from the bullet between her chest. Like me, she hadn’t expected that.