DAMIAN
The walk to my bedroom takes longer than usual and the rising need to get away from that she-devil comes faster than my erections at the sight of a willing woman chained to my bed. This one threatens to consume me. How can such a small woman make me lose my cool, twice in barely twenty-four hours? I muse to myself while the image of her face pops up. If I don't hear from her husband, I'd have to order her death. No one is to be spared if I don't catch the real culprits. Stellëza would be looking down at me with an upturned nose and her pouty lips curled downward in disapproval but what do I care? They touched what was mine first. I produce my phone to bark orders at my men who are still on the lookout for the rest of those killers. Their response is in the negative and it only manages to make me see more red than I have ever seen. I nearly punch a hole into my bedroom door as soon as I approach but the urge simmers down when a familiar sultry voice calls my name. Walking behind her is a very red-faced older woman, Alice. “There you are!” Melanie calls out with her skimpy dress riding up her thighs as she raises her hands towards me. My face shows no expression as I let her arms wrap around my middle and let her pepper kisses on my collarbone down to the front of my chest. She looks up at me with her lashes fluttering in a childlike manner. “Little Miss Grumpy here told me you weren't home. I insisted on seeing you, so here I am. Today's Thursday, and I know you don't go out except it is really important.” “Damian, you know how you like your privacies on Thursdays?” Alice begins cautiously with her eyebrows raised. I nod for her to continue. “I tried to stop her but she was too thickheaded to listen to my words.” She is right. On Wednesday nights, I find myself dreading waking up to see a Thursday morning. When it does happen, all I do is shut everyone up and out of my life. Where in the world should I be on the very day that my girlfriend was murdered in cold blood? I see Alice's chest rising and falling in quick succession. She is in her late fifties and Melanie couldn't care less for her age. It's a good thing she has a humiliation kink and a weakness for being tied up in bed. Otherwise, I'd have asked that she get punished and banned from ever stepping foot on these grounds. I catch the scowl on Melanie's face directed at Alice, right before she turns to me with her face schooled to cuteness. “It's been weeks, baby. I've waited endlessly for your calls and didn't hear from you. You're only treating me unfairly because you know how crazed I am over you, how deeply crave your touch, how badly I… adore you.” There's a scoff. I raise my eyes to meet Alice's departing figure as she walks down the hallway. Hiding my smile, my gaze rivets back to a pouting Melanie. I disentangle her arms around me with one hand as I lean closer to her. “I've told you before Mel, and I'll say it again. Don't come here if I didn't invite you.” She rolls her eyes as she resigns to my words. “You don't play fair. You call me every time you need me, I can't do the same. How’s that logic working for me? I'll tell you, it's not doing jack to ache this burning I feel for you.” She presses her body flush against mine. A corner of my mouth tugs upwards. I'm familiar with her mind games. “This isn't anything like a relationship, Melanie. This is merely an arrangement but in this case, I'm the one who's calling the shots, not you. I'm the one who reaches out when I need to be satisfied, not you. Your body is mine to use as I choose. So if you can't abide by my terms, you can leave.” “Fine!” She stomps her foot in childish anger. “I'm going back home.” Not on my watch. She barely moves an inch when I pull her back against me roughly. Her blue eyes spark with lust and out of her lips is the gasp of a silent ‘o’. “You're going nowhere,” I growl against the shell of her ears. “Yet.” She smells of citrus and even though I hate how it tickles my nose when she's in such proximity, it is the least of my worries. Not when I need a vessel to empty all of my frustrations. She knows what she's here for. The hand around her arm squeezes tighter and I lean a little towards her. “Did you say something?” “I'm sorry…” she purses her lips before blowing an exhale, “Daddy.” Those words ignite a fresh surge of lust pumping into my veins. Instead of heading to my room, I trap her body with mine against the wall opposite us, quickly nudging her thighs apart with my feet. Her back to my front. No words are exchanged between us except for harsh breaths that indicate the lust carrying in our veins. I yank her little dress up to her waist, reaching for the flimsy piece she always wears as an excuse for underwear only to find it bare and dripping with her essence. I rub two fingers against her slit to her engorged nub which I give a tap. She exhales sharply and lolls her head back. “Yes, Daddy!” Her moans ring out loud and clear across the hallway. “Someone's a little hungry.” I croon into her hair as I thrust three of my fingers suddenly into her. Her body trembles and her pussy welcomes the intrusion of my hands like a starving kid presented with freshly baked buns. I raise my fingers to her face and she grabs them to slurp up her juices coating them, with low moans ringing from within her chest. “Love how you taste?” She pushes back against me, impatient. To that, I send another sharp slap to her pussy, so hard that her body bows and she gasps. “Yes!” It's louder than the first. I smirk. In seconds, my slacks are hanging low as I line my dick up to her entrance. “Say, Mel, to whom do you owe your life?” She shudders at my question and without hesitation says, “You. Fuck, it's you!” “Names, Mel.” I run my dick along her clit down to her pussy in slow strokes. “Names.” I stop at her entrance, poised and ready to strike. Her torso is bent halfway on the wall with her hips shooting out towards me. Her manicured fingers dig into the wall as she braces herself for the impact. “Damian Kastorov!” I lose common reasoning as I take her right there in the hallway. I plow into her rough and hard like an overcharged bull. My movements are choppy and fast. I throw my head back in ecstasy as her pussy wraps around me like a fitted glove. “You. Are. Mine. To. Fuck.” I grind out between clenched teeth. My fingers reach for her blonde hair tied into a ponytail. I wrap it around my hand and pull it so that her neck is bared to me. I lean down and bite down on that spot. Alternating between sucking, licking, and biting down on that spot, I drive faster into her as I feel the impending storm of my climax in the telltale tightening of my balls. “Yes, oh yes! Fuck!” Her voice is hoarse from her screams. Two hands encircle her waist as I lift her, thrusting savagely from below. Every grunt I make punctuates the thrust of my hips digging into her wet snatch. “Eta pizda moya,” I call out harshly, jaw locking when the tingle spreads to my head. “Touch yourself,” I order. “This cunt will forever…” She says but the rest of her words are drowned out by the climax that sends blood rushing to my ears. My strokes become long and hard, riding through my orgasm and calling out hers. Every muscle in her body tenses for a millisecond before her hips buck wildly and she spasms against me. A slew of curses and pledges of her life to me leaves her lips. “This pussy is yours, daddy! Brand me with your cum.” She moans loudly while her fingers are feverishly working to end her orgasm. I pump into her roughly for a few minutes before I feel myself bottom out into her spasming pussy. Afterward, I pull out and lower her to her feet. Her feet wobble and she slides to the ground with a shit-eating grin on her face from being fucked that way. Fast and hard. After putting her dress in order, she presses against me once more. “That was aggressive. I like it.” She tries to catch me unguarded with a kiss but I move my face so fast that it lands on my jaw. “Sleek little bitch.” I tell her with an amused expression. She sucks hard on it. Letting the skin go with a pop, she eyes her hard work like a masterpiece sitting in a museum. Her blue eyes are cloudy as she gazes back at me. “You fucked me sore, daddy. That's why no one is more fitting for you than I.” She purrs. Her lashes sweep open lazily. “I think we should do this sometime soon.” She grabs her purse off the carpeted floor and wobbles her way out of my sight. Evident is the puddle of our pleasure on the carpet and I make a mental note to have it discarded later. I move to my bedroom door once again but stop midway when Melanie's words come back to mind. My fingers hover over the doorknob with one question hanging over my head. How do I explain that the wench's defiance was my fuel?LILIANA As I sit bound to this chair, the last person I expect to see walks in - a petite girl with a ragged doll clutched in her fingers. On her frail form is a flower-patterned dress made out of cotton which almost succeed in making her look harmless.She has a head filled with dreadlocks which blend with her caramel skin. Yet, she looks… deranged? No, unstable is the word.One of the men quickly bring a chair which they place in front of me. She mutters something to their hearing and they nod. Lowering herself to the seat, she says, “I need to go back to bed.” Her voice is barely audible. Her head, bowed. “You only have a few minutes to answer my question.” Laughter bubbles out of my throat before I think twice about it. I toss an incredulous look at the burly men situated in the corners of the room.“You all are so pathetic for dragging a little girl into your sick mess. Your boss ran away with his tail for a dick between his legs and presented me with this?” I scoff.“What n
Chapter 8LILIANAThe men go to work untying my hands and feet while shoving me this way and that without regard for the condition of my battered body. As for my face, I am certain that if I accidentally stepped into the set for “The Nun”, I would get the lead role without even trying. A soothsayer didn't need to tell me how sunken my eyeballs had become and how disgusting I looked. From pauper to palace and now to prison. A sudden fall from a place of position.“Move!” I'm shoved from behind and that is when I notice my hand and feet have been released. The door opens. When I rise to my feet I nearly teeter and fall back, save for the hand that gives me a gentle nudge forward. I grit my teeth but bite back my disgust. In silence, I'm guided out of the dingy cell into a dark and grim corridor. I keep my gaze fixed on the dirty floor. The tranquility is broken all of a sudden as labored grunts pierce the air. I look up to see a huge man, twice the size of his handlers, being for
DAMIAN “What the hell are you trying to do?” I yell at the woman whose eyes are well rounded into saucers, fear etching onto the soft lines of her features. “I–” she stammers. Alice stumbles out of the bathroom with a towel in hand, her eyes darting around quickly for something. When they land on the figure on the bed, she closes her eyes with a weary exhale. I glance towards the men. “Who gave orders to have her brought up here? Don't keep me waiting. You only have about two seconds to spit the truth. One…” No one says a thing. My gaze sweeps to Liliana. “Two…” I dip my hand into the band of my trousers to retrieve my gun and point towards her, reveling in the dread I see on her face. “My fingers are trigger happy and I don't think any of you would like to be at the end of this baby.” “You will do no such thing, Kristoffor.” Alice shrieks with an inscrutable glance at Liliana. “Lower the gun down, will ya? Scaring the printsessa half to death.” “Is anyone going to an
LILIANA If glares were lasers, they'd be burning holes through this man's arrogant head. His haughty stare as he shackles me to the window like a captive animal works to fuel my anger. My jaw locks hard with efforts to contain how much I want to bruise the stupid smirk off his face again. So what if he's not wrong about the escape part?I'm frustrated.No, deeply distressed would be the word. The amount of disrespect I have tolerated from these people has gone beyond my tolerance level.For hours, I have been left in the dark about my alleged crime; the reason I got kidnapped in the first place. I'm being held without explanation and the only question posed concerns Kyle's whereabouts. I have even started to doubt the transparency between my late husband and me.A fleeting thought creeps in, searing itself in the back of my head that I might just be a mere pawn in the greater scheme of things.I shake my head in denial. My captor is a liar as much as he's a terrible person. Kyl
DAMIANI stand rigid, leaning heavily against the toilet sink. My fingers grip the cool porcelain like it is my last lifeline. I don't dare to raise my eyes to the mirror because I am scared of the truth it would reveal: An unworthy accomplice. A man who deserves death in her stead.“Memories of you overwhelm me.” I croak through the emotions that gather thick in my chest. “Reliving your laughter, our careless whispers, and plans for the future…”Now forever silenced. My fingers tighten impossibly against the sink. Regret and remorse find their way along the lines of my hardened features. It crinkles the scar on my face. Slowly, I release the sink and raise my hands to my view. These same hands pulled the trigger which ended her life.Self loathing bubbles fast within me. I'd taken lives before. Without hesitation even and not once did I feel a sliver of sympathy for my actions. The people I killed were deserving of it. This… this was different in so many ways. She was my rede
LILIANAI don't know how long I've been running for but I force myself to push further despite the protests from my burning lungs.I propel my body forward with my toes as a spring. The fear of being caught and bound again keeps me going. Overhead, storm clouds start to form, black and thick with impending rain. My feet burn from exhaustion and my lungs have constricted so much that I fear I'm running on very little air. It won't be long before I pass out on the tarred walkway. What a convenient way to present myself before my captor. On a golden fucking platter!I stumble forward with a hollow gasp for air. My parched throat is burning. As if in respite for my plight, the floodgates of rain open and it begins to pour in torrents. I open my mouth heavenward to let in some of the cool liquid. The downpour soothes my sweaty skin and revives me, quenching my thirst.Just like that, my zeal for escape is renewed and I forge ahead.With each drop, the sweatshirt and pants meld itself t
LILIANA“I just managed to escape from a kidnapper.” I blurt out finally. His jaws go slack as a look of shock crosses his aged features. He leans on the table towards me. “A kidnapper?” He echoes.His question sounds almost skeptical. “I’m telling the truth!” I interject in a gripping desperation. “I was heading back home from the grocery store when these men suddenly accosted me and before I knew it, I blacked out. My car, my phone, everything is gone!”His eyebrows furrow down and his fingers lock in front of him in thought. “I believe you, duska. I'm just surprised. There has not been a report of such in this neighborhood for about ten years.”Silence falls between us as he looks to have burrowed into his head while I clench my fingers in my thighs, hoping that he believed me and would find a way out for me.After a full minute had passed, he asks, “Do you have any idea where you were taken to?”“I was drugged. I don't remember much except that I woke up in the basement of this l
DAMIANMy breath comes out in rasps as I come to a corner. I scan the entirety of the lonely street and to my dismay, she's gone.How can I be hot on her heels only to see that it's like she disappeared into thin air?She outran me. It's unbelievable. Almost laughable that a puny woman of such size could get out of my grasp. At first glance, she looked like those overpampered wives who have the luxury of getting their asses wiped at command. The little fucker is even more fit than I give her credit for.A dry, humorless laugh cracks out of my lips as the truth sets in. She did outrun me. Sydney pulls up next to me shortly after. The dead silence is broken by his boots skidding to a sharp halt on the pavement. “I don't believe it.” He comments as he scans the area with incredulity well carved into his face.My hand comes up and wipes down on my weary face. I'm filled with so much lethal rage inside, masked by a cool facade on the outside. His laughter dares to ring out, further gr
LILIANAEverything is a blur around me. The array of colorful dresses that Rachel spreads on the bed and her robotic response when I'm too numb to do anything but stare blankly at them.Alice comes to style my hair and when she's done, Rachel picks out a red number. I know that the dress is only going to make me more noticeable in the crowd. But hopelessness keeps me quiet.“We don't want to be late, the Pakhan is going to be angry.” Rachel says in a quiet voice. When I look at her face, she looks away from me.These days, she's been terribly distant and avoiding me generally. She barely steps foot in here except with Alice's prodding. I can tell she's burdened but I know she won't say what it is.Whatever it might be, I hope she deals with it. At least, she's lucky she's not about to be sold off to some brute whose existence she has no idea about. This will become my life in a few hours, oh Zot! {Oh God!}There's shuffling around me, Rachel flinching as she moves out of sight and A
LILIANAI've made it my mission to avoid him at all costs. If I hear his voice echoing somewhere in the house, I stay locked in my room. When I do leave, I take routes I know he wouldn't. It's easier this way—less suffocating.I avoid Zip too. She's taken a sudden liking to Melanie, and the two of them seem to find joy in whispering and laughing just loud enough for me to overhear.“Isn't it pathetic?” I once caught Zip saying in the hallway. “Acting like a guest when she's just another debt. How long until he gets bored and tosses her out like the rest?” “Ouch!” Melanie exclaimed dramatically, a hand pressed to her chest. “That was too harsh.”“You know you're worth more to the family than worthless tramps like her.” Zip said in a bid to appease her.Their cruel laughter followed, and I've steered clear of them ever since. Lately, I've been feeling worse than usual. On most mornings, I don't even get out of bed until noon. My body feels heavy, weighed down my feverish spells that c
NEW CHARACTER POV ALERT!RACHELThe patio smells like mint and cigarette smoke, ruining the afternoon breeze which is supposed to be spilling in. Zip leans back in her chair, legs stretched out like the billionaire woman that she is. She inspects her nails, her tone bored.“I told him if the car doesn't scream custom, don't even bother parking it outside my house. He threw a fit after hearing that and now I'm the one who's childish.”Melanie sits cross-legged, exhaling a long thin stream of smoke. She smirks. “And they still show up with stock rims and half-assed cologne. It's embarrassing.”“Embarrassing? Please. Try insulting.” Zip flicks her fingers like she's brushing off dust. “The last guy? Told me his ‘investment’ portfolio was NFTs. NFTs, Melanie. As if I want to deal with someone whose assets are digital clipart.”I roll my eyes from where I'm mixing Melanie's cocktail drink. Isn't she the one leeching off Damian by being his whore?Oh, for a chance of freedom let me send he
DAMIAN Two days later…I occupy myself instead with plans of the Grand Casino opening happening in less than a month from now. Everytime my thoughts stray, I have to remind myself that I'm no longer a teenager to be fantasizing about a woman like an obsessive prick.The air in my office is thick with cigarette smoke and the low hum of conversation. Zoran leans against the edge of my desk with his arms crossed while Andros flicks his lighter repeatedly, a faint click-click filling the silence between words. Sicily is in a corner, swirling whiskey in his glass like he's got nowhere better to be. Sydney lounges in the chair opposite me, already halfway through his second drink. The scowl never eases off his face. “We need to be smarter about the guest list,” Sicily says at last after an argument that ensued between Sydney and Andros on whom to invite. “Inviting Sergei could backfire.”Andros had suggested we invite all the Bratva heads regardless of if we've had a fallout, but Sydney
DAMIANThe way to my room feels too goddamn far away with my arousal making an embarrassing tent in front of my pants. It takes effort to not wince while walking. Something as mundane has now become so difficult 'cos of it.How do I make it up there in record time before I spill my seeds in my trousers like a fucking horny teenage boy?I feel like a seventeen year old again, thanks to my carelessness. Thankfully, the hallway is quiet which means the house helps might have retired for the night. Who would want to bump into their Pakhan in this sorry state?“Pakhan.” Turns out I spoke too early. I turn around to see one of the house helps coming from the stairs leading to the living room. “What?” I snap.Sighting my discomfort, she lowers her head immediately, color staining her cheeks. “Lady Alice wants to know what's taking so long.” “I'll be back. If they can't wait, they can continue dinner without me.” I tell her and resume on my way to my quarters. As soon as I get to the land
DAMIANCall it selfish. Say it is depraving. But I never assured you I was a good man. I'm fucked up in more ways than can count and I have scars to show for it but it doesn't mean I don't have an iota of what justice is…“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” She clenches hard against my fingers. So hard that I fear they'd break from the force. Her head thrown back, she shamelessly rides on my fingers, milking it for all its worth. …And it's the reason I can't let her go. My pride would take the hit if I release her after what her husband did. I don't want to forgive him and therefore, she has to take the fall for it. Soon, she will. She whimpers again, a loud drawn out cry of ecstasy but her hips doesn't relent. We're out in the open space, while she chases after her release like a sex starved woman.She simply has no shame. Didn't Kyle treat her right? Well, how could he when he had such a small dick.I love how tightly her walls wrap around me, how wet her hole is for me. It's driving m
LILIANAThe sound of the tie sliding through his fingers is maddening slow, heightening my anxiety as I hold onto the railing for my dear life. I should be rebelling now if I were in my right senses but somehow, I'm doing every of his bidding without so much pressure from him. How the fuck did I go from fighting him at every turn to agreeing dumbly like a lamb to be sacrificed?His hand brushes my wrist to loop the fabric around it, and I nearly jump. His touch lingers on my skin, warm and firm and very unlike…unlike Kyle's.What is wrong with me for fucks sake?!I hate the way my skin tingles under his fingertips. It's foreign to me and causes a lot of sensory overload. I manage to, very discreetly, press my thighs together to quench the pressure building in my cunt. His fingers reach to fully cup one of my sensitive breast, kneading and pinching the nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. I grip the railing tighter with an audible gasp. The metal grounds me even when my body
LILIANA I sift through my closet in search for something that is halfway decent. Most of the clothes here are too extravagant or too casual for whatever Damian's plans might involve. Finally, I settle on a simple fitted, black dress and lay it on the bed. Instead of putting it on, I sit down with my hands in my thighs and stare at them. The thought of his sudden decision to have me sit on the table with them jingles like an ominous bell. Why am I even invited to dinner when I'm his hostage? The invite feels like another one of his power plays or another chance for him to humiliate me as always but for the life of me, I can't even figure out why. And then there's his warning—don’t be late or you'll regret it. The memory of his cold tone tightens something in my chest.I sigh as I rub my palms over my thighs. Should I just go downstairs and get it over with?Or would staying here prove I'm not playing his game? My thoughts spiral, arguments at war in my head until there's a brisk
DAMIANLiliana. Her name sticks in my mind like a thorn. No matter how much I try to drown myself in work, she's there. Green-eyed, sharp-tongued and impossible to forget. She's the fire I don't want to touch but can't seem to step away from. I don't want to do this having just lost something precious to me, yet I want to be scorched by her. Is this also another craving of my twisted soul? When a servant had delivered her test results from the doctor, I felt a tightening in my chest that I refused to name. The thought of her being pregnant for her late husband shouldn't have mattered. But it did. Alice's observations had planted the idea and I'd convinced myself I didn't care either way. Then I saw the report. A mild flu. Not pregnant. Relief hit me harder than I wanted to admit, followed closely by something darker. Guilt?No, I shove it down. I'm not that man. I can't be. Whatever I feel for her is nothing more than irritation, and…and blinding lust for the soft curves of her b