Adam stared at her mysteriously. Kate could never imagine what was really in store for her. Even if she refused to enter the room with him, he would force her. It was a punishment he needed to impose, so that she would respect his authority again. So that she would fear his name again. He looked around and saw that there was no one else there. There was only one light on in the mansion, and it was coming from his bedroom. “So, whenever you want...” “I want it now, Adam.” She interrupted him impatiently, looking at the mansion. “It's been a while since I've had an orgasm. I don't want to wait too long for it.” She was very comfortable with it all and that annoyed Adam. He wanted to see fear in her eyes and tried one last time. “Are you aware that you're going to be used all night, and in every possible way?” Kate picked up the bottle of champagne and drank all the liquid from the neck and returned it to the table. “The right question is, are you prepared to satiate me
Caricature held Kate by the waist and began to penetrate her hard. “Ride, you dirty whore!” Caricature said angrily, and she became aroused by all that savagery, and began to ride that thick cock, with pleasure and renewed willingness. But it didn't take long, and Ryan roughly lowered her onto Caricature, and held her like this with his hand, allowing her ass to be in a position where he could stick his cock in. And just as agreed, he penetrated hard and without mercy. She cried out in pain, but didn't stop when he started thrusting his cock inside her, and even managed to ride Caricature while being sodomized from behind. Kate didn't even know who owned that cock. But she knew she would want more of it during the night. Without her being able to see, Alexandre held out the camera to Adam, who accepted it and started doing what he was doing, to put Alexandre at ease. He filmed her from all angles, but wanted to catch her face, and followed Alexandre as he knelt on the bed, pul
Anna stood up when the nurse who had taken her blood came in with some papers in her hands and looked at them. “Doctor Alex asked you to come and see him. Please follow me to his office.” She said and walked away. Anna felt like ripping the papers out of her hands, but held back. If the doctor was calling them, maybe it wasn't a pregnancy but an illness. The nurse ushered them into the doctor's luxurious and comfortable room, left the papers on the table and left. Doctor Alex stood up, greeted them and invited them to sit down, which they gratefully did, as their legs felt like jelly. They waited for the doctor to speak. “Congratulations, you're expecting a child.” Anna smiled with relief and looked at Maxwell, who let a tear run down his cheek and hugged her without getting up. “Yes. You really should celebrate.” The doctor said. “But you should also see an obstetrician as soon as possible. I found some anomalies... It's nothing serious.” He hastened to say when he
Maxwell looked curiously at Anna, while all the men stopped and stared at her without fear. “I didn't hear your apology to my husband.” Maxwell's face immediately turned red and he had a feeling that something bad was going to come out of this confrontation. “Let them go. I don't need that. Let's forget it...” He said between his teeth, obviously annoyed, but Anna seemed possessed by a bad spirit. “We're waiting.” Anna said to the men, ignoring Maxwell's plea because she wouldn't let them humiliate her husband again. She knew that if she allowed them to get away with everything, it would happen again. The men looked debauchedly at Maxwell. “Excuse us, sir.” The other two spoke at the same time, debauched, and turned to walk away from her, but the man who had been brash and arrogant remained silent. Anna looked at them with a raised eyebrow. “May I ask what the joke is?” She asked fiercely. “The joke is on you, Anna. Here in our country, despite the symboli
Henry glared at her, and she held his gaze. “I can't do that, Dad. Maybe death isn't the right punishment for what he did. It wasn't that bad, and maybe making him eat shit will be better and... He can apologize to Maxwell afterwards and leave it at that. The boy opened his eyes and nodded, relief in his eyes. Anna's father took the gun from her and shot the man in the head without hesitation, leaving Anna startled. She hadn't noticed that the gun had a silencer when he put it in his hand, and she never thought that her father would do something like that. He was rash and cruel. She felt the tears in her eyes and looked at the other faces, and not even Jenna's countenance expressed surprise. They were all indifferent. “Why did you do it, Dad? Didn't I tell you to spare him?” She asked hurt. “He couldn't live after we put him here and beat him up, you stupid girl! Do you think he'd leave here and live quietly, pretending he was never here? The men raped him, he would see
An angel. A woman with black hair, floating in the wind, with a white outfit and long wings, was staring at them with her sparkling blue eyes, cold and furious. They turned to Maxwell, after looking at each other. “Don't worry about knowing what she is. You won't remember anything once the heads have been buried, so I suggest you talk about it while you bury them.” Maxwell said and walked past them to the second floor window and, after exchanging a tender glance with the woman, went back to his room. He changed quickly, as he could hear Anna's birds approaching, and lay down. He felt pleasure when he felt her silky hands wrap around his body and, resisting the urge to have sex with her, he fell asleep. ... The next day, Anna woke up and heard the shower turn on. She looked over and Maxwell wasn't there. She couldn't think straight, nor could she reason. It took her a while to realize that Maxwell must have been in the shower, and the events of the previous day took shape in
Maxwell shook his head in agreement. “Maxwell... I don't want to live in that mansion and allow my children to live in that mafia world. I don't want to, because I know it's easy to like it. It's like an addictive drug...” “So you're not going to let me decide anymore?” “Would you choose the mansion, knowing that men will be killed there while your children sleep? That you would live with merciless men, and that you might be attracted to the evil that comes out of their pores?” “I'd clean the house first.” “And how would you do that? My father seems determined to live wherever I am... And he wouldn't abandon Ian either. He enjoys seeing him every day and the boy has become attached to him too.” “That's a problem, but there's a solution, too.” “And what would that be?” “Let's talk to his father and tell him that we don't want him to influence Ian. I don't like that very much. But I want my son to live with his grandfather and to love and respect him. And his father w
They repeated the process from the previous night and spent around three hours on top of her before they were satisfied. So they both left the room too, eager for a shower and hungry. Kate got up feeling refreshed, despite the burning all over her body, and went to the bathroom. She wasn't exhausted. She could take a lot more than those two were capable of. But she was in a good mood. It had been a good wedding night. She filled the bathtub and poured in the salts and the restorative oil that was in a compartment next to it. She could feel the restorative effect of the oil. As usual, she spent an hour relaxing there. She got out of the bath, put on a dress and no underwear, knowing that from that day on, she would own the house and that Adam would probably want her at all times and in the most unusual places. She wanted to be prepared for this, and went into the living room She wasn't embarrassed to see Alexander, Ryan and Caricature sitting at the table, along with a couple o