VLADIMIR "I thought you didn't know me," I taunted. I stared at him, savoring the fear written all over his face. "I-I..." he was speechless. His mouth opened and closed a few times as if he wanted to say something, but he could not come up with anything. "What? Cat got your tongue?" I sneered. "I- I don't owe anything to you!" he finally yelled, although he still stammered a little. "Are you sure?" I walked around him, taking slow, calculated steps while looking him up and down. According to his file, he was just a few years older than me, but his years were clearly showing on his body. His gray and thinning hair made him look older than he really was, and so did his beer belly. I don't think he could last long, considering the things I wanted done to him."Of course! I have nothing to do with you! Get me out of here!" he screamed while pulling his hands from the chains that bound them, but they wouldn't budge. I held my hand to Blaze, who gave me a piece of paper. I glanced at
YVONNEIt's been a long and exhausting day.I didn't know how long I was staring at the ceiling in my room. I quickly dived into my bed as soon as I finished relieving myself in the bathroom. My lust failed to die down even after what happened.Damn it. I wish Dr. Chapin could come up with a diagnosis as soon as possible. I couldn't wait to be treated. I already felt so disgusted, but I couldn't help it.Ugh. I should probably go back to her clinic. Am I allowed to go there without an appointment?I blew out an exasperated breath while recalling the events of the day. Why have I even thought of doing that? It was embarrassing, to say the least!I bit my lower lip. Damn. I could still taste Vladimir in my mouth. The mere thought of it was enough to send my body into a delirious heat. Thinking that I could somehow give him pleasure despite his condition was already an achievement for me.Achievement, huh?!I rolled to my stomach and pushed my face into the sheets. I'm going crazy. If V
YVONNE"What was that all about?" I asked Vladimir after Dave, his assistant, left."Didn't you ask for a job?" he asked sarcastically."Y-yeah," I stammered when his eyes focused on me. I felt my heart skip a freaking beat. "I did. But... I was thinking more of a secretarial job." I forced myself to explain no matter how difficult it was under his prying gaze."Did you think I would allow that?" his eyes narrowed. "You are my wife. What would people think if I will let you be some errand girl? And didn't you say you wanted to be productive?"I gulped."I'm afraid I'm underqualified for everything," I murmured."Of course you are," he snapped. My heart clenched a little, but I tried to ignore it. He was only spitting facts. I shouldn't be sensitive about it."That's why you have to work with Dave. He will teach you everything you have to know," he said."Do you think..." I trailed off. I bit my lip. I needed the pain to focus."Do you think I can do it?" I hesitantly asked. My voice t
VLADIMIR"How is he?" I asked Blaze, not because I was concerned.I just don't want him to die. Not just yet."Still breathing, boss," he chuckled.I tilted my head from side to side, clicking my neck in the process. There had been a lot of trouble in my underground business recently, which was causing me a lot of stress. I could use blowing off some steam.I headed to the basement where Rodriguez was still held captive. It's been over a week since we caught him. He lost a lot of weight. He was black and blue all over. His face was puffed up. One of his eyes was swollen shut. Nobody would recognize him, not even his closest relatives.His hands were still chained together above him. I bet he couldn't feel them anymore."Is he fed?" I asked."Yeah," he nodded. "Just enough for him to survive."My nose scrunched up at the putrid scent that hit me when I got in front of his cell. The smell of dried blood, urine, and shit all mixed together. It was hell in itself."Next time, clean this u
YVONNE"I-is that blood?" I mumbled while staring at his shirt.I felt cold. Memories of how he killed a man rushed into my head. Did he kill someone again?He grabbed my hands, which were still frozen in front of him, and gently squeezed them.I gulped. I was still worried about the blood on his shirt, but the heat from his hands coursing through my skin was distracting me. Even though he looked like he had been through some serious shit, I couldn't help my stupid attraction towards him.Not even my fear can extinguish the spark of desire within me."Don't worry about it," he said. "It's nothing."He glanced at the files on the table."I see you're doing your homework," he comments. I knew he was trying to change the topic."Are you okay?" I couldn't help but ask. What if the blood was his? He looked exhausted, and god, what was that smell? He still smelled good, but there was a hint of something pungent lingering in the air around him. I can't tell what the smell was, but it was bad
Warning. Violent Scenes ahead.VLADIMIR"How the hell did this happen?!" my voice thundered, making almost everyone around me jump.Fuck! I just lost a couple of hundred million dollars! A regular client of mine backed out of our deal, and now I learned the reason behind it. He had been offered a much lower price for the same weapons, which would be impossible without suffering from significant loss as well.I gritted my teeth in annoyance. First, the police caught our huge shipment, then this. I don't think any of it was a coincidence. Someone is working double time to sabotage my dealings.Fuck it. I will kill whoever he is with my bare hands. He will regret ever messing with me!"We're already doing our best to find leads, boss," Blaze told me."Best?" I hissed. "You haven't even found who was behind the ambush of our shipment!"This has never happened before. Nobody dared cross me like this. I am one of the top dogs in the underground business. I have the biggest firearms and ammu
YVONNE"Are you ready?" Vladimir's low voice almost sounded like a grumble, making me jump in surprise.I didn't hear him enter my room. I was busy staring at my reflection in the mirror, admiring how the group of stylists changed how I looked tonight.The pure white gown fit me so well. The top resembled a suit with long sleeves and a deep v-neckline that almost reached my belly button. It was floor-length but with a long slit on the side. My hair was curled and swept to the left side of my shoulder. My make-up was sophisticated and done to perfection.Vladimir joined me. He stood behind me and gazed at my reflection. I gulped when his hands rested on my hip. Then he dipped his head into the crook of my neck. I bit my lip while slightly tilting my head to the side to give him more access.Damn, we look so hot. My lids felt heavy as I stared at us in the mirror."Fuck, can we ditch the gala tonight," he whispered while inhaling my scent. His wet lips touched my skin, causing goosebump
YVONNEI rolled my eyes at him when our gazes met through our reflection on the elevator wall. He didn't say anything, but his arm snaked behind my waist. He didn't let me go even when we stepped out of the elevator.A shiny, black limousine was waiting for us outside the building. His bodyguard opened the door. He helped me in before sitting beside me, his hand resting on my exposed thigh. A trail of heat coursed from his palm, spreading throughout my skin.I shifted in my seat, took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself down. I will take this as a test.Dr. Chapin has already prescribed antidepressants for me. I've been taking it religiously, along with our frequent sessions. Her first diagnosis was that I had complex post-traumatic stress disorder. She said I developed it from the prolonged exposure to traumatic events.My panic attacks and hypersexuality were just manifestations of my long-term trauma.Our talks had really helped me understand myself better. I am slowly learning