The ferocity of the wind whipped his face like a thousand needles, as he stared down through the open doorway of the jet. Down below, the city lights of Dubai sparkled like lost jewels amongst the desert.He rechecked his black parachute backpack, and then adjusted his silver face mask. Before he knew it, adrenaline pumped through his body at rapid speed as he leaped out into the sky.He loved every second of it, as the pressure of the wind unsuccessfully battered his strong body. He loved the feeling of abundant freedom in the skies. The first time he had done this was at the age of eighteen and sensed what it must feel like for a bird. After that day, he'd skydive for enjoyment and thrill often enough.He had become so good at it that he'd practice landing on painted targets and buildings. His uncle Dimitri was beyond impressed that he enlisted Vladimir as a tutor in this art for any of his other cousins to learn. Both Yigor and Serge were keen on the lessons and learned fast. Yet G
"You realize what you four have done!!" Dimitri Molotov growls as he slams his bejeweled fist against his desk. His eyes align with his beloved nephew, who now appeared not so beloved. "A renewal of conflict with Ulyanov Bratva!! As if Doucette wasn't enough! You fools! Did you find it so necessary to explode the building!?Both Yigor and Serge peek warily at their blonde cousin who stood proudly next to them. They were present in the private study room of Dimitri's sprawling manorial estate. "Father, I seriously doubt the Ulyanovs are aware it was us behind the deaths of their dignitaries," Grigori assures collectively without meeting his father's furious gaze. "Besides, not as if their direct family members were harmed.""You had the girl, why the fūck did you detonate explosives?!" Dimitri glowers as his patience wore thin. "You don't think word will get out that the girl is in your fūcking possession, meaning that you fools were behind the deaths of my allies and dignitaries!?""
Hazel's POV"Shhh, it's alright," A deep masculine voice as soft as velvet reassures, cool breath fanning over my forehead. "Just a dream...shhh.""S-Some dark..." I utter groggily to the comforting voice, unable to open my sleep-laden eyes. "Sh-Shadows are getting me,""I'm here now.." The low voice imbues with concern.I can only manage to hum a reply of relief. I snuggle in the direction of that velvety voice.My face buries against a hard yet steadily heaving chest. I inhale a scent, familiarly intoxicating.A soft and deep masculine chuckle emits from the crevice of this person's throat. Their chest vibrates from the sound.I can't help but find it pleasant. An irrepressible tingly sensation pools between my legs. Yet exhaustion overtook my body instead.I feel strong arms encircling my frame. I start drifting to a slumber deeper, more peaceful than I've ever felt. All the while, I feel fingers stroking gently at my face. In the recesses of my mind, thoughts sprinkle like a drizzl
My eyes distend when he appears out, with only a towel secured around his hips. His damp blonde hair looked brunette from the moisture. The abs of his body glistened with water droplets from the recent shower. His broad shoulders gleam from the sunlight pouring in through the window.I can't help but notice the overall impressive muscular definition of his towering ivory figure. He reminded me of the Vikings from the Northern European classic tales I'd read in my childhood."Like what you see?" He questions, lips quirking in a wicked smirk.I quickly regain my composure, arms crossing over my chest as I give a huff of irritation. He only but offers me a teasing wink before he saunters towards the wardrobe as he continues. "Be a good girl now, otherwise I shall dress you myself, and frankly," He pauses, looking me over his shoulder with lustful eyes as blue as the sunlit sky. "I'll be enjoying every moment of it."My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blu
Vladimir's POV"Another toast to the newlyweds, may God bless you both abundantly!" Dimitri Molotov announces while raising his glass. He couldn't appear more exuberant after consuming more than his share of liquor tonight. His overjoyed intoxicated eyes shone brightly over his most beloved nephew as he continues well-wishing. "Live long happy healthy lives.""Amen to that!" Yigor vigorously nods his approval as he chugs another shot of vodka.Both Serge and Grigori pause their game of billiards as they also bestow adulations on their blonde cousin who at the moment, sported a satisfactory expression.Currently, they were spending the evening in the lounge, after dining over a sumptuous wedding feast. The dusky sky was dragging outside of the windows, as impatience ran its course through Vladimir. Yet he wouldn't dare rush his uncle out of the villa, for he was most grateful that his uncle had decidedly overlooked the rules he had broken in order to rescue her.His uncle had insisted
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Hazel's POV I woke up in the middle of the night with a parched mouth, craving water. My body felt hot and heavy like a ton of bricks from a brick oven. Shifting from my side to my back, I can't help but wince in pain as my derrière touches the mattress. That's when I remember, the agonizing humiliation I had been subjected to by the demon hours ago.In repleted shame, I turn my head in his direction. The moonlight was partially blanketed by wispy clouds, yet filtered through the cavernous balcony window eerily. I couldn't see his features from the darkness that enshrouded the room, except for the outline of his wide masculine figure, which lay beside me.What has my life come to?I blink back tears, as I swallow the growing lump within my dry throat. I couldn't decipher why my body has always failed me in resisting his disgusting advances. Even now my treacherous body craves that release he nearly brought me to before he pulled his fingers away. How can it be the effects of aphrodis
The next morning, I awake thankfully alone. I glance over at his side of the bed and notice a crisp sheet of paper. I pluck it up between my fingers and read.To My Wife,Get ready for a shopping trip today in. for our upcoming honeymoon, the world over. I'm awaiting your presence downstairs in the dining room up till 11 am. If you're not downstairs by then, consider it a second strikeout and another round of punishment your way. Do not disobey, dollface.~Your sincere husband.Anger courses through me as I tear the note into pieces. Dastard thinks I'll suffer his criminality for long!I pilfer a glance over at the digital clock, 9:17 am. Leaping out of bed, I sprint over to the cavernous balcony windows with the dresser stool. Lifting the stool, I slam it against the window. I repeatedly do this for a couple of more minutes and yet to no avail.Finally, I give up after another minute, the steel stool didn't even mar the window glass in the slightest bit. What kind of glass was this a