Alicia’s POV“Holy shiiiiit,” I hissed with pleasure, my eyes rolled back.My legs parted wider as Mik’s slick, thick manhood thrust in and out of me in a beautiful deep rhythm.It HAD been a long time; no one could blame me.I lost myself in another series of moans, feeling hands all over my body.“Be careful,” Acker warned, and I wasn’t sure who he was warning in my sex-addled brain until I realized Mik was chuckling as he moved his hips to mine.“You don’t want me to break her in for you, Madden? Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll be the same by the time you’re up.”I heard something that sounded like a curse come from Acker but I didn’t care. Despite both men bickering, they were incredibly focused on one thing and one thing only: me.I had long lost track of where I was. We had moved from room to room like honey teenagers and now, I was in a chair, or a desk, or wherever.All I knew was that my hands and hair were held back by Acker as I took Mik’s cock like a good girl.Hands fondled
Alicia's POV “Let me out!” I screamed at the door, tears coursing down my cheeks. “Please…” I fell to the ground, all hope of leaving this prison slipping away like sand through my fingers. A whimper left my lips at the idea of never leaving here, never seeing the sun again, or my dingy apartment...How did things come down to this? I curled up into a fetal position thinking about the series of strange, surreal events that had overturned my life this week from what it had been before… Five days ago: “Do I really have to do this?” I grumbled to Daya, the only friend I had. She was fixing her makeup, putting on some eye glitter on her lids expertly, but had the time to turn around and fix me a long glare. “Don’t start with that kind of attitude now, Alicia,” she warned me in her no-nonsense tone. “Besides, you should be happy I even thought to take you out on your birthday. You’re no longer a teenager. You’re 22! How much longer are you going to keep on complaining about my goodwil
Alicia's POVI couldn't help the groan that left my lips at the words that Daya said to me.“Daya, not this! I can’t go out with you this time,” I tried to decline her invitation, or rather, pressure to spend another night clubbing. To my luck it was a weekend. But it didn’t change the fact that I wasn’t interested. “Oh, don’t complain about it! Come on, Alicia! You saw how fun the club was, didn't you? I thought you would have gotten a taste for it,” Daya’s golden blonde hair bounced as she curled her strands expertly with the curling iron. “Besides, I’m broken-hearted, Alicia. Jimmy broke up with me yesterday and you didn’t even try to comfort me. Don’t be so horrible to your friend. Aren’t we friends?” ‘Against my better judgement,’ I wanted to respond, but chose to only nod. To be fair, though, Jimmy likely found out he wasn’t the only one she was dating and reacted badly to the ‘surprising’ revelation.Knowing her, it wasn't a secret that she tended to shop around for the perfec
Alicia: I never counted on being stuck in a tense situation with two devilishly handsome men in the damn bathroom to occur in my life, like, ever. Acker looked like he just stepped right out of some movie, and I could hardly take my eyes off of him. Wait, I paused in my flustered act over the presence of the man I spent a night with earlier this week, and realized what he had said. Mikael? Did he mean… the man that was currently pinning me to the wall of the restroom? Was that Mikael? Did the two of them KNOW each other? “Acker Madden,” the man- Mikael - spoke with hints of familiarity in his voice, a smirk on his lips. He was undoubtedly the very image of an Adonis, and I would have swooned if it wasn’t such a strange, difficult situation I was in, stuck between him and a hard place. Literally.If Daya were here, she would FREAK out. “How has it been? I thought you’d stay in London for the summer,” Mikael continued as though I wasn’t there, even though I felt his hand pinning m
Alicia's POV The whole way to work, I trembled, but managed to keep a straight face. My vacant state thankfully hidden behind my glasses, and my typical ‘mousy’ look on like an armor, I pushed forward and looked forward to the time I could enter my office and lay my head on the desk.Then I let out a long tired sigh and closed my eyes briefly. This peace was fleeting but I craved it.Just for a few seconds before work started. That would be some goddamned reprieve from all the turbulent emotions I felt. Unfortunately it wasn’t to be so, for as soon as I sat behind my desk, the door suddenly flung open, and a telltale scent of designer perfume filled the air. “Alicia, guess what!” Daya was grinning from ear to ear, not noticing the look of frustration and exasperation on my face. She was so loud. Would I be a bad friend if I told her to pipe down at least a little this morning?I winced as she continued, willfully blind to my state. “I know you went home early last night , so you m
Alicia's POVThat was the wrong thing to say, apparently, to my best friend with the nosiest personality in the world. Daya’s eyes narrowed at me and she looked like she was about to spit venom at me, rearing her head back like a python. “What?“ she asked in a low tone. “No one? NO ONE, Alicia? Are you sure you wanna play that shit right now?” I frowned at her; what more was she expecting me to say? HAD I said the wrong thing? “I know what happened,” she pointed her finger accusingly at me. “I’m sure that’s what you’ve been hiding from me all this time. You went home with some rich guy didn’t you? And you chose not to tell me?! It's true, isn't it?! You're hiding something so important! How COULD you, Alicia?!" I was getting more annoyed by her making a huge fuss out of something that wasn’t even her business to begin with. What did this have to do oth her? Nothing.It wasn't even something that I wanted to be involved in. Whatever games these two men were playing I didn't unde
Alicia's POV:My breaths came out shallowly and echoed in the empty metal cell. I had already begun to smell a staleness in the air and it made me feel so dirty. No one had come, and I didn’t even know whether it had been a day or a couple of hours. Time was hard to tell when one couldn’t see the sun after all.“Why is this happening to me?” I murmured to myself, curled up in a fetal position. I laid my head against the wall next to the door, praying for someone, anyone to come. At some point I thought I might have heard footsteps, but I wasn’t sure.Suddenly I heard a loud sound of metal creaking and it made me jolt to a standing position, wide eyed at the door where I could have sworn the sound came from.What was going on? My hope surged once more as I realized it must be someone.“Help,” my voice was hoarse as my throat was dry. “Please…”As soon as I had said that the door swung open and I winced at the sound of the creaking door. I noticed it was a burly man that walked in, lo
Alicia's POV:My… what?It was as though blood rushed through my ears and I could barely consider the words for a second. With the situation I was in, it took a while before it fully sank in.My father?This man… this Senator Duncan, was my father?“That’s impossible,” the words immediately left my lips, and the man chuckled like I had said something incredibly funny.What was so funny? What was the joke? Was I the joke?My mind worked furiously to understand.“It doesn't matter what you think, fiorellino. You're the daughter of a powerful senator. Congratulations,” his smirk widened and I felt like I was more afraid. What was there to celebrate? “And you… are going to help me, fiorellino. By being my hostage. You see, my business is being attacked by laws beyond my control. Wonderful country you have here, by the way. And troublesome and finicky your fucking laws are. Your father… he can help me,” he waved his hand around, keeping his green eyes trained on me.I heard something vibrat