I thought I knew Livia—at least I thought I could read her but I was wrong. When she strutted into my office and I immediately knew what her intentions were. She wanted to seduce me and it was clear as day.Those shorts she was wearing were way too small and that top looked like it was two sizes too small. Not that I was complaining. It accentuated her tight figure and killer body. I’d never wanted to fuck a woman more.And when she ‘accidentally’ dropped something to the ground and bent down to pick it up, I almost fucking lost it. She had an ass for days. I couldn’t wait to spank her just to punish her for being a fucking tease.When she got up and used and spoke in a sultry way, I thought of how many times women had used that same tone with me. Yet, none of them turned me on nearly as much as Livia’s sultry voice did.If she knew how hard I was, she wouldn’t do what she was doing. My dick was straining in my pants, threatening to break through the zipper. I’d never been that hard i
I froze in my spot, unable to move. I thought I had been unsuccessful in seducing him. He avoided me at every turn. What was I supposed to think?“I never go back on my word, little firecracker.”His voice sounded so authoritative, like I didn’t have any other choice than to do whatever he wanted.I heard his footsteps approach me from behind but I was too scared to face him. I didn’t want him to see how turned on by the mere thought of him spanking me.“Look at me,” he ordered.It was like my body was wired to obey him. Before I had a chance to think twice, I had already turned around to look at him.He scanned my face, his iris darkened as he trailed his gaze down to my breasts. My nipples were pointed, betraying me to him that I was just as turned on as he was.As his eyes scanned my figure in the tight sundress, I scanned his muscular arms under the button up shirt he wore. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his shirt was tucked into the tight slacks that hid his muscula
In one swift movement, he ripped the front of my dress. His hands were everywhere–my breasts, my waist, my ass. The pressure was building for every single moment his hands were on me. I wanted him to keep touching me the way he was, as he kissed me like I was his last breath on Earth. My hands were all over him, trying to get him out of his shirt. He swiftly removed it and threw it to the ground. Then he helped me take off what was left of my dress. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, I was completely naked since he had my panties with him. When our chests touched, I felt every single nerve in my body flare with arousal. His kiss was punishing, hard, and sweet. I didn’t want him to pull away. I kept thinking about how I could kiss him forever and I wouldn’t get bored. When he finally pulled away, his mouth attacked my neck. He kissed, bit, and sucked every single spot he had access to. When he finally found a spot that made my knees go weak, he pulled me closer and sucked the flesh the
Maxim was far from done with me that night. He fucked me three more times that night before he saw how sore I was and decided to give me a break. He was still partially hard even after four rounds.“I can’t get enough of you,” he told. He was insatiable.I slept peacefully through the night, which was something that rarely ever happened. Ever since I left home, falling asleep until the night was over was something that rarely ever happened.This was because I was paranoid. I thought my family was going to come for me while I was sleeping, and I would get killed or worse, sold to a brothel.But in Maxim’s arms, I slept like a baby.I wouldn’t have even woken up the next morning if it wasn’t for his mouth on my centre. At first, I was insecure because of all the blood. He may have wiped my centre with a wet cloth, but we hadn’t bothered to shower or clean up after we were done jumping each other’s bones the previous night.We were so tired that we just collapsed on the bed and slept min
Maxim told me to stay in bed that day, but I didn’t want to. I had just lost my virginity, I wasn’t sick. It was preposterous of him to order me to spend the day in bed.I was sore, but that wouldn’t stop me from going where I wanted. After a two-hour nap, I got up, showered, and dressed up. I wore a soft pink cotton dress with wedges and a matching soft cashmere sweater.I styled my hair into a nice bun and took a white bag to carry. When I left my room, I headed straight to the gym where I knew Mikhail spent most of his time.I found him lifting weights as he listened to music booming through the room's speakers. When he saw me, he stopped, and I could have sworn he rolled his eyes at me. It was no secret that he didn’t like me.He made sure to announce it every chance he got and even said it to my face. The only thing was, I grew up with brothers who hated me. A stranger who always reminded me he hated me didn’t really hurt me in any way.“What do you want? Aren’t you supposed to b
“Are you accusing me of being the one that poisoned you?” I asked, acting innocent with my hand on my heart. At first, I didn’t think I was going to pull off slipping the poison into her food.When I went to see Maxim, I thought I would kill two birds with one stone. I could seduce him and also distract him enough to let me go outside. That kind of herb grew in abundance in Russia.I was lucky to have even found it. The other task was to slip it into her food.Veronika was vegan, so picking out her platter from the ones being served was not hard at all. All I had to do was wait until there was no one else in the room and slip the crushed plant into her already green food.I snuck out before anyone saw me, and I was positive I was the only one in the kitchen. Aside from suspicions, no one could fully prove it was me that poisoned her, and I was going to deny it to everyone else.“You fucking bitch! I know it was you.”“It wasn’t me, I swear,” I said. However, she was not buying my stor
Mikhail took me to a place in Moscow that he said had the best ice cream. I didn’t know he was a big fan of ice cream. A man like Mikhail didn’t seem like he had a sweet tooth.But when I saw the excitement on his face when we reached the ice cream shop,He got me a pina colada and grabbed a chocolate and strawberry once for himself. I thought it was an odd combination, but I didn’t comment on it. He and I took a stroll as we ate our ice cream.It was mostly quiet until I decided to break the ice and talk to him. I had a feeling he would not leave me hanging. From what I could tell, he had already gotten comfortable with me.“I used to hate Russia before…you know. I thought it was too cold for my taste, that I wouldn’t like it. I’m used to warm weather.”Especially since I grew up in Sicily. Warm weather was all I knew. I even struggled when I first moved to Chicago because it was not as warm as Sicily was, but I soon adapted like I was doing in Russia.I was beginning to enjoy the co
I immediately did that and took cover.“Go to the car. I’ll cover you.” Mikhail said as he took out a gun he had tucked in his hands and started shooting back.I wanted to run to the car like he had instructed, but I couldn’t. I spotted a little girl holding her hands to her ears as she screamed. People were running around everywhere, and no one paid attention to her.Her mother was not around, so I felt like it was my responsibility to care for her. I ran towards her in the opposite direction of the car.“What the fuck are you doing, Livia? Go to the car.”No one was covering me. I dodged so many shots, but I didn’t care. That little girl was going to die if I didn’t do something. I grabbed her very quickly and then ran to the car.Mikhail followed behind me when I retreated to the car. Since he didn’t have enough ammo, he quickly drove out of the park. The little girl was still in my arms, crying and asking for her mother.“I told you to go to the car. If you go against me in battle
As he strangled me almost to death, I kept wondering what I had done wrong. I had done a lot of things, but it wouldn’t have to know what I’d caused my death. I tried to speak, to claw his hands with my nails, and to play with him with my eyes, but he wouldn’t let me go.I swear I felt the life draining out of me. I could practically taste death. I couldn’t believe I was going out like that. I always thought I would have a chance to fight for my life, but it seems like I wouldn’t.He seemed to notice his irrational behavior and let me go. I broke into a coughing mess, falling to the ground and holding my neck tightly. My head was pounding, and the air felt like a gift. For a moment there, I was sure I was going to die. I wasn’t sure why he let me go, but I was grateful. But his actions only confirmed to me the ease at which he was capable of killing me.“Sergei and his wife are dead. That can’t be a coincidence.” He said.I looked up at him, eyes bloodshot, mind foggy with confusion
There, on the ground kneeling was Mira. She had bruises and cuts all over her body. She looked beaten down and tortured. I could try to hide my shock but it was impossible. I could tell she had suffered all night and I couldn't help but wonder what she had said as she was being tortured. Even a chunk of her hair was gone from her head and blood was dripping down to her face. I felt sorry for her and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for myself as well. Who knew if she had something on her that could link her to me. Things were bad and all I could do was hold my breath and watch all of it unfold. “You know this girl, Mira? Or we should call her Clarisa Sanchez. She thought she was slick sneaking into a party and pretending she was just someone normal. She’s FBI.” Maxim said as he gauged my reaction.I was already so scared and shook that I was speechless. It felt like everything was falling apart and I was coming to my end soon. I couldn’t help but wonder what life had in store for me
I should not have trusted anyone to rescue me. I should have known the FBI would never forgive me. They were out to get me from the very start. I thought they would have my back when things got tough.Turns out they wanted to use me and stab me in the back.That night, after talking to Mira in the bathroom, I went home with Maxim. He immediately noticed my bad mood. Instead of being annoyed or irritated, he stopped at a bakery.He quietly went inside and came back a few minutes later with cake in his hands.“You love blackberry cake so I thought I would get it for you.Maxim was so good to me sometimes, that I questioned whether it was a good idea to plot to leave him.I quietly took the cake from his hands and smiled gracefully. He noticed the little things. He knew when I was sad, happy, angry or frustrated.It was a mystery sometimes why he pushed my buttons so much. But I guess you are all human and we weren’t perfect.“Thank you,” I said shyly.He just nodded in agreement and tur
“She is just someone that I used to know. She and I were neighbors and then suddenly she stopped seeing me around. When she saw me here, she was worried that I was in trouble. She told me she heard rumors that you were in the mafia and she was worried for my safety.“Oh yeah? If she was your neighbor, what was she doing at this party?” He asked.He was getting suspicious and I was worried he would find out that Mira was FBI and kill us both. There was no way I would have made it through the night if he had found out who Mira was and what she was planning.Her family had been killed as a result of gang wars while she was in Mexico. She and her older sister had to move to the U.S illegally to find a better life. Once she got to Chicago, it was hard for them to get a job.Her sister had to result to prostitution just to make ends meet. That was the story she had given me. It was no surprise that she resented the mafia and everything it stood for for that reason alone.It was the speech s
By the time I was done with my errands, it was already late and I couldn’t go back to the penthouse. I had to go to the ball directly. I changed into a tux, and slicked my hair back as a way of styling it. On the way to the ball, I went to Cartier and picked out a diamond necklace. Livia deserved the best, and even though I was mad at her, I couldn’t help but want to spoil her. When I got to the venue, I saw many cars lined up. The ball, unlike others I had ever been on, I was not a mafia one. It was a charity ball for the homeless. Every now and then, I gave back to the community. It was the least I could do considering I sold drugs and guns for a living. But just because it was not a mafia ball didn’t mean it would not have influential people in the underworld. I was meeting an important politician there since it would raise eyebrows if we met officially. He was supposed to uphold the law, not break it. “Where is she?” I asked John as soon as I saw him. He pointed at Livia sp
Livia was hiding a secret in Chicago and I was determined to find out what it was. The normal thibg for me to do was to give her freedom and then follow her to wherever she was going.However, the carnal part of me didn't agree with that sentiment. All I wanted to do was to keep her to myself. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was with someone else and I didn't like that.All I wanted to do was keep her to myself. The thought that she was meeting another man was a pill that was fucking difficult for me to swallow.I hated treating her like she was some sort of property I kept an eye on. I was past denying I had no feelings for that woman. What I felt for her was something I had never felt for any woman before.I was afraid she would let me down in the worst possible way and I would have to suffer the consequences of letting a woman so close to my circle.I left her in the room that morning after fucking her senseless just to prove a point. I wanted to show her that I was better th
Maxim fucked me all night and by the time he was done with me, I was screaming that I was his. He knew what to do to make me fold and get me to admit who my body belonged to.By the time we were done, we were both a sweating mess on the bed. His wound had soon stopped bleeding, and he acted like he wasn’t wounded. He had a lot of strength and stamina if he was able to fuck me like that while he was injured.He also had a very high tolerance to pain. It was like he didn’t feel it at all. I honestly admired him in a sense.Once it was morning, and I tried to get off the bed, he pulled me back and kissed me. I refused to kiss him back, but he pinched my sides to force my mouth open so he could kiss me.When his tongue was inside my mouth, I couldn’t help but melt into him and kiss him back. When he pulled back, he had a look of satisfaction on his face. He seemed proud of himself for everything he had done.I tried to get off the bed again, and he pulled me back.“I’m still angry at you
I was weak for Maxim and it was honestly so pathetic. I Z have been okay to tell him no–to push him away. Instead, I held him closer to me as he kissed the air right out of my lungs. I felt his erection poking my stomach the more we kissed. He took a deep breath, and grabbed my hair in his fist, pulling my head away for a second. “Say you’re mine,” he whispered in his deep voice as he stared at me in his lust–filled eyes.I shook my head in desire. He may have lit every single nerve in my body on fire and caused goosebumps to rise on my skin. Hell, I was so turned on that arousal drenched my pantties and dripped down my thighs. However, he wouldn't trick me into admitting that I was his.I would never forget how he told me in a degrading manner that I was his property. Seeing the resistance in my eyes, he kissed me again, this time harder than the first time.He turned me around and pushed me to the bed. Without missing a beat, he got on top of me.“Say you are mine,” he repeated.“
Maxim had bruises on his face like he had been fighting with someone. As he approached me, there was a slight limp to him that I didn’t like.His leg also seemed injured. It was clear he had gotten into a fight. I didn't think it was possible for business to follow him to Chicago. “What happened?!” I asked as I closed the distance between us and put my hands on his arms. “You’re hurt. Let me clean you up.”Instead of listening to me, he put his free hand on my cheek and looked at me like he was searching for answers in my eyes.He was always trying to read me by looking into my eyes, but this time it was different. His expression was a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.He looked at me the same way he did the first day we met. It was like he was wondering who I was for the first time.“Let’s go,” I said, breaking away from his trance and dragging him to the bathroom.If he didn’t get his wounds cleaned up, he was going to bleed out and pass out. I was angry at him because had not tak