TWO YEARS TWO MONTHS AGO
Shortly after their arrival, Killian and Alexei abruptly excused themselves from the room, leaving me, filled with intrigue, to ponder their sudden departure. As my mind raced with possibilities, a chilling thought crossed my mind - could they have gone off to carry out a sinister act of taking someone's life? The mere idea sent shivers down my spine.Meanwhile, Stefan persisted in his attempts to coax me into joining him on the dance floor. However, I found myself unable to comply due to the peculiar state my body had fallen into. It felt as though my limbs had turned to ice, rendering them completely numb. Furthermore, I harbored concerns that my lack of coordination would result in accidentally stepping on Stefan's feet, causing him embarrassment and discomfort. Thus, I decided to decline his offer, opting to spectate instead.Yet, amidst all the percolating unease and apprehension, a deep-rooted fear took hold of me, graduallyRalph felt an intense urge to grasp her throat tightly and suffocate her until she couldn't breathe. He desired to restrain her and whip her so mercilessly that all she could do was scream. It excited him to imagine the sinful things he would do to hear her cries only. There was a twisted part of him that craved to use her blood to create his next painting. Ralph experienced a sense of ecstasy when he observed his reflection in the mirror, his white shirt stained with the blood of his driver. The person had infuriatingly caused him to be late for his exhibition. The haunting echoes of the driver's cries and screams as he plunged a knife deep into his chest still reverberate in Ralph's mind like softly spoken musical notes.“What a fucking waste?” he muttered disdainfully, contorting his mouth with exasperation as he effortlessly flung his shirt over his shoulder. Tilting his head, he meticulously assessed the multitudinous array of ink adorning his skin, covering the remnants of scars
In an audacious attempt to solidify the ties of commerce, my father envisioned a union between myself and his nemesis' son. At first glance, Stefan did not possess the same stoic demeanour as his father, but who's to say? Men were notorious for transforming unpredictably, just like the capricious weather. The evening became a haze as I found myself betrothed to a stranger within a single hour, leaving my head pulsating with a throbbing ache. Despite the paralyzing reality of the situation, I resigned myself to the fact that I was powerless to alter my destiny.Antonio Romano was not a man who would believe in love—and I surmise Stefan emulated him perfectly. Entwining myself with him would merely make me a pawn in his game of reputation. Neither spouse nor offspring would stir a flicker of concern within him. This harsh reality stoked the flames of disillusionment within me.Over the course of the following five days, my focus was solely on reconciling with the har
The museum's enduring elephant exhibit acted as a central point, standing at thirteen feet tall, as images of sea creatures swirled on the walls, creating the sensation of being submerged. Servers dressed in black moved around, offering champagne and appetizers, while a stage awaited the host's arrival at the opposite end of the space, ready to commend all the attendees for their presence.“This is beautiful,” I inhaled deeply, my focus fixated on an enigmatic masterpiece adorning the distant wall. It was an ethereal and captivating painting, unlike any my eyes had ever beheld. From afar, I could discern its essence, a mesmerizing fusion of crimson and ebony brushstrokes giving life to a tormented woman, her piercing screams resonating as she desperately clawed at her flesh. To some, it may appear disturbing, but beneath the surface, it encapsulated the very essence of our existence. The scarlet hues embodied longing and passion, while the inky strokes echoed the hidden depths of dark
I lazily tried to stretch my arms, the clinking resonance of chains echoed through the air, piercing the stillness surrounding me. Instantly, the remainder of my unfortunate predicament cast a cloud over my thoughts. Why was I in this terrifying room again? Who brought me here? Yet, as soon as my wits returned to me, the inescapable truth gradually emerged with an unsettling clearness. They tricked me. The realization that they had secretly drugged me surged within, igniting an overwhelming urge to throw up everywhere.My body was caressed by the softness of silk against my skin. Peering downwards, I found out a stunning short pink silk dress adorning my figure. Its alluring deep v-neck did little to preserve my modesty, as the hem obscenely crept higher, teasingly revealing my thighs. A wave of relief washed over me as I felt the presence of underwear. Thankfully, Killian took out the vibrating egg off me. Yet, despite its absence, the lingering vibrations continued to pulse through
TWO YEARS TWO MONTHS AGOI savoured the delicate brush of his lips against my longing flesh, feeling a surge of desire overtaking my senses. My breath quivered, escaping through parted lips, as he tenderly nibbled on my neck, unleashing an incandescent current that ignited every nerve in my body. Succumbing to the overwhelming sensations, I surrendered to the abyss of feeling, lost in the imprint of his touch as his fingers delicately encircled my throat, evoking a breathless moan that escaped into the night.“Let yourself go. Go with it. Surrender to the pleasure, topolìno.” His voice. God! Heavenly! It possessed an utterly captivating depth, drawing me into its mesmerizing spell. The silkiness of his words gently grazed the scorching surface of my skin, offering a seductive embrace.I reached out with my hands, desperate to touch him and feel him because it was the only way I knew salvation. His lips moved down to my cleavage, and I suddenly became aware of what I was wearing – a cam
TWO YEARS TWO MONTHS AGORara's eyes widened in wonder as she took in the sights of the extraordinary house. It was no ordinary display of wealth, but an enchanting masterpiece of artistry. The grand floor-to-ceiling windows beckoned her gaze, while the arrangement of cosy couches invited her for relaxation. The room was bathed in a soft glow from the wide ceiling lighting, creating an ambience of both elegance and comfort. The intoxicating scents that filled the air awakened Rara's senses, leading her to believe that Ralph was not as minimalistic as she had initially assumed. He had truly surpassed her expectations.“Mr Romano isn’t home.” The woman said. Rara hummed as she slowly twirled to view in as much as she could. “Is there something you wanna leave for him? Any message I shall deliver to him?” Rara's gaze quickly shifted towards a petite woman in her late thirties, donning a pair of dark pants. A moment of hesitation passed as Rara realized that she must meet with Ralph today
Ralph couldn't help but look at her, observing her body as she sat curled up on the stool, her eyes trembling as she scanned the surroundings in wonder. The Rohypnol he held tightly crumbled within his hands. The two mixed tequila glasses stared back at him. Examining her fragile, trembling, and innocent presence, he instinctively dropped the tiny pill into one of the glasses, observing its dissolution.“Here, it’ll help you to relax.” Rara raised her head as Ralph passed her a glass. Feeling nervous and excited at the same time, she grabbed it with her both hands and took a sip. “Is it….necessary?” She asked looking around. The room resembled his workplace with its array of unfinished paintings and sculptures. In an attempt to calm her nerves, she took another sip.“Are you uncomfortable?” He quipped grabbing the silk scarf from the table. Rara eyed it apprehensively. “No, but…it’s kind of awkward to sit here and look still.” ‘And the way your gaze is piercing through my soul, how
Did he want to have a child with me? A child with a woman who despised him? The idea almost made me laugh in disbelief while my hands tightened with anger. However, my current helpless situation added to my frustration. They were set on marrying me today, and once that happened, these insatiable monsters would suffocate me. Whatever needed to be done, it had to be done within the limited time I had.Marriage was a sacred bond between two people who loved each other, promising trust and love with God as their witness. It was meant to bring joy, not pain and suffering. The thought of any of them being near me filled me with disgust, just as much as the thought of marrying them did.I hissed as the woman behind me did my hair as I looked into the mirror in front.This exquisite silhouette forms a seamless stroke of elegance, stretching from head to toe like a magnificent pillar. Bare shoulders and décolletage bared to the world, it reveals a sweetheart neckline that moulds the bodice, ac