MilanaI let out a soft and tired sigh as I stand in front of my porch. Coming back to this house every day feels like a nightmare. It is a nightmare. I will never come back to this house and have peace of mind or sleep peacefully. Not when I have a husband named Maksim. I let out another shaky breath and I slowly open the door, stepping in. The moment I step into the sitting room, the first thing that meets my ears are the sounds of flesh pounding. I feel my heart constrict and I suddenly find difficulty in breathing. He has done it again. He brought in a woman. This is not the first time that Maksim is doing this. He always brings women to our matrimonial bed and fucks them. He treats me like trash and never thinks about how his actions hurt me. I can't even complain, if I do, I always end up with a swollen face and whip marks.“Oh Fuck!! Maksim babyyyyyy…. you're so good….. Fuck me harder…hmmm..” The woman's loud moans fill my ears as my husband fucks her hard. I'm the one that's
Milana “I told you to come here quickly, Mila. Do you think that you're the only one that needs this job? There are thousands of women applying. So come here quickly!!” Zoya yells over the phone and I quickly rush out of the house, running over to my car. “I'm so sorry, Zoya. But I have to pick up something for Maksim. I'll be there—” I don't get to finish when Zoya groans. “That Durak [Jerk] again? You're going to be late for him? That-” Her voice trails off like she can't find the perfect insult to give to Maksim. “I keep telling you this—” “I'll be there in thirty minutes. I'm so sorry for being late, Zoya.” I interrupt her and then end the call afterwards. I know what she wants to say. She keeps telling me to divorce Maksim, but I can't. My mother still owes him. I will divorce him once I raise enough money to pay him back, but for now, I will try to cement our relationship, and see if things can work for us. As I get into my car, I let out a frustrated groan when I start th
Milana “I'm sorry I'm late. Got caught up in an accident.” Zoya gasps the moment I tell her and she stands to her feet as she begins to inspect my body. “Are you hurt? Did you get hurt?” She asks worriedly, checking my body for any signs of injury. There are none. I did not get hurt, but my ego did. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. And to think that it was a handsome man who talked to me with so much disgust. “Do I look disgusting, Zoya?” I ask in a low voice and I don't even know why I ask that. “You don't. You're one of the most beautiful women that I know, Mila. It's just that…your um… marriage and the constant beatings you get from Maksim are making you look so worn out. Take care of yourself more.” She advises and my eyes water as I nervously bite down my lips. Maksim takes all my money, I barely have savings for myself. Zoya just introduced a good-paying job to me, where I would be working as a nanny. It pays more than my old job and once I get accepted, I wi
Milana “Now tell me, how the hell did you get Viktor Ivanov's daughter to like you so much?” Zoya asks the moment we step in front of my porch and I shrug my shoulders. I have no idea. “I…I. We just met and…” “Fuck! You’re lucky.” I wish. I really wish I was. “And you seem to know him so well, who’s he?” The name sounds familiar, but I don’t get where I’ve heard the name from before. “You’re so busy getting beatings from your husband that you don’t know anything about Russia anymore.” she mumbles and a frown appears on my face. Zoya is right. I’m too caught up trying to put my marriage together. “He’s THE Viktor Ivanov. He’s in the Bratva? The strategists? The four reapers? Does that ring a bell?” She lists out and my mouth parts in shock. It’s really him. Now I know why his name sounded familiar. He’s a member of the Bratva. He’s among the four ruthless members who are also called the four reapers. Everyone fears them as they hold so much power and are all bloodthirsty.
Milana Fuck! I’m late. Very late and it’s all thanks to Maksim and my stupid car. Maksim insisted that I made him breakfast and when I tried explaining to him that I had to leave early, he slapped me. Funny how he’s the one who puts me up to a task and he’s still the one delaying me. I’m supposed to be at the location by 8 and it’s already 8:30. The slap from Maksim this morning gave me enough reason to want to leave him. I step out of my car breathlessly as I stand in front of the restaurant where Viktor is going to interview me. I’m cooked. I know it. The first thing I see are two SUVs parked in front of the building and I know that the cars are his. I quickly run toward the building and I don’t even bother to knock before barging into the restaurant. The place is eerily quiet and there is no one around. No customers I mean, because I can see gruff-looking men standing and then my eyes land on him. He looks displeased and angry. “You’re late.” He says coldly and I begin to pick
Dear readers, Please note that although this story has a Russian theme, it is written in English. When reading dialogue, please assume that characters are speaking in Russian, even though it appears in English. This is the book 2 in the Dark Desires Series and book one is Dark Obsessions, a MM romance. Maddest Obsseions will be out soon! I did not upload it because I'm still working with a few adjustments on the plot. Xoxo
Milana I got the job!! I've been employed as Annika’s nanny. I was so happy when Viktor told me. Not only would I get a huge amount as my salary, but I would also be free from that hell I call a marriage. I have not been so happy for a while now. I'll be living at Viktor’s place and that only means five days without beatings and scoldings. I would be free from Maksim for five fucking days. I will finally have some peace of mind. I went straight to my workplace to quit my job and then I told Zoya about the good news. I was going to start work tomorrow. Viktor had me give him my house address as someone would pick me up tomorrow. “How was your interview?” Maksim asks the moment I walk into the house. I pause in my tracks, nervously looking down in fear. I'm scared of Maksim. This man is a beast and every time he comes near me, it's to hit me. “F…F…”“Give me straight answers! Enough with the fucking stutters!!” He snaps angrily at me and I walk backwards when he rises to his feet.
Milana Maksim left early this morning and I already packed my things that I would need to stay at Viktor’s place for the week. It’s Wednesday, so I only packed things that I will need for two more days. I was so glad when Maksim left. The slap he gave me yesterday left his fingerprints on my face and he actually returned home with a woman yesterday. I was locked up in my room, completely helpless as the sound of them fucking filled my ears. There was nothing that I could do, I couldn’t even sleep. Was I not pretty enough for Maksim to have sex with? I swear, I’m hotter than some of the women he brings home. Why can’t he just look at me? I kept on hearing the sounds of their bed creaking and the woman moaning out my husband’s name so loudly before I finally fell asleep. It was already 10 in the morning and I was waiting patiently for whoever Viktor said would come and pick me up. At exactly 10 minutes after 10, I hear a car honk and I quickly rush to the window. A relieved look ap
Milana I was so happy when I saw the alert from Viktor. He increased my salary. I already had 50k RUB with Zoya and after adding my new payment, it became 250k. I guessed that I would be leaving Maksim soon. But my joy was cut short when I tried calling Zoya and she was not picking up her calls. I just sent the money to her account and I wanted to tell her about it, but she was not picking up her calls. At first, I thought that she was busy that morning and just waited until evening. But when I called her again, she did not pick up. I sent her texts, but she was not online either. What was going on?? I hoped that she was fine. I tried calling her boyfriend, but he did not pick up either. And it got to a point where her number stopped going through. The call would just end if I tried to call her.“Oh my God,” I slowly sit on the bed, and I try to call Zoya yet again but she never but her number stops going through. Panic sets in and Immediately stand up to my feet. What if something
Viktor There is a puzzled look on Milana's face as I drag her straight to my office. I didn't mean to touch her, I swear I just did it on impulse and now I can feel my dick tightening against my pants. This is so fucked up. “Sir, do you need anything?” Her lashes flutter and she looks up at me in confusion. I abruptly let go of her after dragging her into my office. Yes, I do need a lot of things and one of them is Milana. “Fuck.” I curse, smacking my lips hard. It feels so awkward now that I suddenly dragged her into my office and I've never felt so awkward before in my life. What is going on?? I don't have a reasonable excuse right now to give Milana on why I dragged her here to my office. My excuse is that I hated seeing her close to other men, so I brought her here. Vion was just too close. It's Saturday and she's staying over because she decided not to go back home. “Why did you not go home?” I suddenly ask, slowly pursing my lips. I have nothing to say and that's why I aske
Viktor It's been over 20 minutes since I got back home, but I've not stepped down from my car. Right in my hands are the papers that Boris gave me in the office before I drove home. I might have asked him to run a thorough background check on Maksim Morozov. Milana’s husband. What? I might have been so curious and I guess my hands were itching to look into him, so I did. I had him followed and told Boris to get everything about him. He was not supposed to leave anything out. My car is parked in front of my house and I bring out the papers to go through the reports. He's just as useless as I thought that he would be. There is nothing special about this man. Why did Milana marry him? How was she even convinced to marry a person like him? What I've been reading about him is a big no for me. Now I know why she's having issues in her marriage. The bastard is jobless. So Milana is the breadwinner? Wow, just wow! He does not work and there is nothing special about him, he's not well-to-d
Viktor I have no idea why I fucking said yes. Maybe it was because I badly wanted Milana out of my sight or that what she really said made sense. I should allow my daughter to do what she wants. I don’t have a nice history with ballet and you can say that I hate anything related to ballet. My late wife was a ballerina and her obsession for it was one of the things that got her killed. If only she listened, maybe she would—I shake my head slowly, taking in a deep breath. It’s probably best that I don’t go there. It’s all in the past now and since Annika is so adamant on doing it, I’ll allow her but I just hope that she makes no mistakes. “Really papa?” her face lights up and I slowly nod at her. She jumps in excitement and then she runs to hug me. I lift her off the ground and I hug her as well. I love seeing her happy and I would do anything to make my daughter happy. “You can do what you want, Anushka. But if your feet are hurting too much, you will get some rest and stop dancing
Milana It's been a whole week of silence after the kiss with Viktor. And there's silence between me and him. He is avoiding me and I don't need someone to tell me that. We were never close to begin with, and now he's avoiding me like a plague. He does not even spare a glance at me and whenever he's talking to Annika, he avoids eye contact with me. “Milana, are you going home now?” Annika asks, pushing her head through my door. I'm arranging my clothes in the closet when she comes in and a smile grazes my lips the moment I see her. “No dear,” I tell her and she excitedly opens the door. “Really??” She runs into my room and comes straight to hug me. I'm not going back home this weekend. Maksim asked me not to return home unless I'm bringing back information about Viktor. I don't have that now. And even if I were to really spy on Viktor, I would not have gotten anything about him now. There is nothing to get about that man. There is nothing to know about him. He's very secretive ab
Milana I've been sitting in my room now for almost an hour, in awe as I touch and lick my lips repeatedly. I blush each time I remember the kiss I had with Viktor. It was hot and I loved it. Fuck! I love how rough he was and his smell… I can't seem to get it off my head and I don't want to. This should be one of the best kisses I've had. I've not kissed Maksim before, but I kissed Yulian and his kisses are sloppy compared to Viktor’s. His kiss spoke volumes and ignited a fire through my entire body. I keep blushing and blushing. I don't even know what pushed him to kiss me, but I'm glad that he did. I needed it. I needed something to distract me from my misery and that kiss was exactly what I needed. That was why I begged him to kiss me when he pulled away the first time. I can still feel his earthy masculine smell on me and I'm still finding it hard to believe that I kissed Viktor. It sounds skeptical when I think about it more and more. It feels like a dream and if not for his s
Viktor I fucking lost it! I've lost my mind, really. Milana Morozova has made me lose my mind. I was in my office when I heard the sound of a woman crying, and I knew at once that it was going to be her. From how hard she was crying, I initially thought that someone died in her family, but she confirmed that no one died. I totally lost it when she asked me if she was attractive. Are you kidding me? Milana is hot, sexy, and cute. The oversized clothes and fur coats that she wears does not do her any fucking justice. Mikhail doesn't just set his eyes on women and till date, he's still asking me to link him and Milana together. That will be in his fucking dreams. He wants to fuck her not only because of the thrill of fucking a married woman but its because he finds her attractive. He's lusting after her, like….me. Milana makes me lose my mind. I know she's having problems in her marriage. I've been observing her and I became the Bratva strategist because of my brain. So I've gathered
Milana I truly regret having her as my mother. It has to be one of the worst things that has ever happened to me. A curse. She and Maksim are both curses in my life. They are barriers in my life and I cannot just work out with them in my life. Too bad my father died so soon and young. Sometimes, I wish that she died instead. Maybe life would have been so much better if Dad lived. I wouldn't have been in an abusive marriage and I would be working, probably as a well-known ballerina because I was good in it or a company. More tears fill my eyes as I remember the gruesome way in which he died. “I really wish Dad was here,” I say in a croaked voice and I feel my heart twist with pain. “Don't bring him into this Milana.” Mom warms but I'm not done. “I really wish Dad was the one here with me and not you!” My voice is harsh and I don't care how it's going to affect her. I don't. “Milana!!”“I’ve had it up to here!!” I place my hand on my neck, tapping myself there as I cry hard. I've
Milana I was so relieved once Monday came again and I saw Boris’s car parked in front of my house. There was this untold joy brewing in me when I picked up my purse. I didn't bother to pack my bags as I left some clothes at Viktor's place. And I'm not coming back to this house anytime soon. Maksim told me not to return home until I brought back valuable information. I had to think of a way to deal with Maksim without giving him any information about Viktor. But now's the time to leave before he actually kills me. Boris told me that Vion went to drop Annika off at school, and he would be bringing her back. So, there was no need for me to go to her school; he would drop me off at home. “You should go in from here. I'm leaving. I have some errands to run.” A small smile grazes my lips, and I slowly step out of the car. “Thank you so much, Boris. I really appreciate your help. I don't know how I will repay your kindness.” I tell him. He always drives me home and then drives me back he