Soft footsteps fell upon my ears till I saw a familiar face in my vision. There was real confusion filtering through my body, and a set of startling astonishment at the sight of the unknown person on wheelchair. It was Killian. His pale eyes snapped at the bodyguard as he said something making the bodyguard’s face pale against the stark contrast of dark night. From the above, the view was clear but since the room was on second floor, I could barely hear what they were saying. Killian towered over the guard with his broad shoulders and long legs. He still wore same dark leather clothes he always sported yet his expressions caught me off guard. I have never seen him this concerned before as he motioned frustratedly at the person on wheelchair. The guard mumbled something at which Killian scoffed before a gasp left my mouth as Killian’s fist was colliding with his jaw knocking him on the ground. I pressed my palm against my mouth to not let out any voice as my eyes widened. What was h
RALPH’s POVIt was not expected, she was not meant to be aware. Alexei was not someone who made errors, yet it caused a reaction in me when he brought up Alessandro Vitale.Rara barely flinched at his mention, making Alexei share a knowing look with me. So, she knew. I was furious and extremely upset because of his mistake, but I must remain composed, as my doll, who I consider my wveruthing, was sitting on my lap. She was like a miniature version of a woman I always desired, the woman who ignited intense desire in me. Her petite buttocks were pressing against my already aroused dick. It would be much simpler to maintain self-control if she had decent clothing on. However, with her exposed legs and breasts without a bra, it was incredibly difficult to focus on anything other than my urge to touch her body and fuck her. Damn it, it has been far too long since I last slept with her.I should buy her some actual clothes if I didn’t wanted her to get
ROMANO JEWELLERS, the shiny banner proclaimed as we entered the high-end jewellery house, which had been transformed into a big multi-storey building worthy of a hotel. The latest indie songs blared from the speakers, and the atmosphere is expensive with the rich aroma of money and diamonds. I didn’t want to be here, since I was still not feeling well, but Stefan’s visit today was solely for the ring shopping. After lunch with Uncle Alessandro, Papa forced me to go with Stefan. We both kept quiet throughout the ride, the thick tension between us was visible. I had so many questions to ask him, but the time was not right. Stefan seemed as fidgety as me. The sooner I’d be done with ring shopping, the better it would be. “You can choose whatever ring you want,” Stefan said. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Before I could answer, he was already walking out. I let out a sigh. Here I was, alone. I never imagined I’d be shopping for my wedding without anyone by my side. It shouldn’t be this he
‘Alessandro Vitale is going to be there.’I sat on Ralph’s lap, caught between the echoes of Alexei's words and the delicate brush of Ralph's breath on my neck, a sensation of hope swept over my body, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. The realization dawned on me. After years of enduring a relentless game of fate, I was on the ridge of fetching the freedom I so deeply craved.There had always been a restless desiring within me, a longing to break free from the chains that held me captive, from the men that played with my fate. Each passing moment seemed to intensify this desperation, and now, standing at the crossroads of opportunity, it was as if the God had conspired to grant me a chance at freedom. Alexei's words reverberated through my head, a resounding rhythm of hope, fueling my courage. And yet, it was not only Alexei's words that electrified my senses, but also the presence of Ralph, his breath gently grazing my neck. An undeniable
Ralph out a groan as he adjusted his trousers that seemed tighter in his pelvis region. He was hard. And that scared me more. I felt another presence beside me before a hand lept in front of me and tilted my chin up with curved fingers. I was acutely cognizant of my barely there camisole lingerie set, my vulnerability, especially since they were all dressed—not that they’d be any less intimidating without them.They could do anything they wanted to me.Fatalistically, I meet Killian’s pale-blue gaze and wait as he let go without saying anything but I couldn’t miss the swirls of darkness in this eyes. I did not knew if I should be glad or anxious.“I…Can I leave?” I stuttered, eager to run away from this suffocating feeling. Killian stared down at me, his jaw flexing, and as the silence streatched I was certain he’d laugh and mock me for thinking they’d ever let me have peaceful moment. But I was wrong. He stepped back, bobbing his head to the stairs.
TWENTY YEARS AGO (FRANKFURT—2003)SCHMIDT MANSION********“This useless brat! Bring me my cane, Rachel!” Killian placed his hands behind his back as he looked tearfully at his father, trying sniffing as he tried to catch his breath. Rachel looked pitifully at the little seven year old as her heart tightened. She couldn’t bring herself to bring the cane as her master ordered knowing how it’s end. Her teary eyes moved to Killian’s short legs adorned with several cane marks from yesterday which still looked afresh and raw. "I-I am sorry, Vater," Killian sniffed trying to control his tears. If he cry, Vater would punish him more. "No, you’re not sorry, Killian. But you will be when I’ll be done with you." Jakob snarled as he stormed up to his son. “Rachel!” Rachel flinched startled as she glanced at Jakob, pleading him with her eyes but her master seemed determined and adamant. She eyed Killian and with a heavy heart, she grabbed the wooden cane from the table and timidly walked over
******My forehead creased as I caught the glazed look in Rachel’s eyes. "Killian was an unwanted child by his father," she said, breaking the silence. "Jakob Schmidt was a man of great power, a sadistic man who enjoyed pain on others." She gulped down as she stared outside. "Jakob never loved Kristina, for him she was just a woman his parents arranged for him to marry and birthed a heir. When Killian was born, I was hired as his care taker since Kristina was….sick most of the times." A look of pain flahsed in her eyes, that kind which was far more than physical. “He was a lovely child—kind and sweet.” “I wonder if we are taking about same Killian Schmidt.” I muttered in disbelief. She looked at me curiously before she smiled. "Circumstances change people—" “To the point where they hurt others to make them feel what they went through.” I blurted as I felt a ache in my chest. People never change, they always reveal who they truly were. “He’s a living devil.”"Well," Rachel said tho
I jumped startled as the door to the room swung open. Killian stormed towards me and roughly grabbed my arm. “What the hell are you doing in here?!" He barked angrily as I looked startled at him. A surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins as the suddenness of his anger jolted me, leaving me wide-eyed and startled in his presence. My heart responded with a rapid and thunderous beat, making its presence known against my chest.“Hold your breath, Killian... your wife was keeping me company," Rachel smiled through her tears. His gaze softened when he saw Rachel wipe the tears from her face. "Are you alright?" "What would happen to me, huh?” Rachel smiled gently patting his hand tightly grasping my bicep as I felt the sting. "I like talking to your wife. She's a good listener." "She’s a good screamer too," Killian scoffed eyeing me up. I swallowed hard as his grip over my bicep losened, my eyes snapped at Rachel as she chuckled. A smal
“She’s getting feisty.” Alexei grinned. “I think she likes it in her ass more than her pussy, don’t you, любовь?”I screamed out as I felt the vibrator closing on my swollen womanhood. I tried to move, trying to figure out what was going on, but as I felt the vibrations running down my spine, I jumped surprised. I tried to close my legs only to get slapped on my inner thighs as Ralph clicked his tongue. “Ah-ha! Spread them wide.” I was completely lost in not only the pain that I was experiencing but also in the fact that my womanhood was becoming wetter and wetter. My body ached and longed to be filled, my juices now flowing out of me and down my legs.“Alexei, please, don’t tease me.” I wiggled in Ralph’s punishing hold as Alexei pushed deeper into me, his thrusts were slow and teasing. And I was so close yet so far. I needed more. Ralph pulled out of my other hole and walked up behind me and pushed two of his fingers deep into my ass as I arched my back.I moaned and whimpered wh
“How are you feeling now? Any pain? Any discomfort?” I shook my head as the doctor carefully looked through my reports. I was not hurt that much, just a few scratches and an ugly cut on my throat. He nodded to himself. “Alright then, you’re good to go. Be sure to eat soupy stews. Don’t stress your throat.” Alexei stood behind me, his one hand on my shoulder as he listened to the doctor. I felt safe feeling his presence that engulfed me in a protective embrace. “Here are some medicines, and drugs,” the guard standing behind Alexei grabbed the package. “I’ll see you next week then. Have a good day.” The doctor stood up and nodded at Alexei. My extra-careful husband gently helped me up, his arm around my waist like it always belonged there, like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly. The guard followed us, and by the time we were in the car, two SUVs were behind us and one in front. Two weeks. It had been two weeks yet Alexei was still over the top careful with me around. More guards w
Alexei stopped hearing my scream followed by furious Ralph and anticipated Killian. “I’ll kill her,” Alessandro said in my ear as a chill ran down my spine. Alexei’s hold on the gun tightened. “If you don’t take your hands off her in the next two seconds, you won’t have hands.” Suppressing a shiver, I flinched when I felt Alessandro tensing behind me. His hand on my throat twitched, and the knife trembled. I knew he was scared, and he also knew Alexei wasn’t bluffing. He’d kill. He’d kill him. For me. I shut my eyes, ready to accept whatever fate had in store for me. Ready to face death. My pulse quickened, the metallic taste of fear lingering in my mouth. Time slowed, each heartbeat echoing like a sombre drumbeat. The cold touch of the knife against my skin sent shivers through me, a cruel reminder of my malicious reality. At that moment, a flood of regrets and unrealized feelings surged, and the impending darkness whispered its chilling promise.Strangely, every flashback was of
I was numb and tired when Alessandro hung up the phone. It was Ralph’s and it seemed like Ralph purposely let him have it. Alexei and Killian must be on their way here. I was too exhausted—both mentally and physically. The betrayal and lies I had been fed all my life were too much. I believed it was my father who killed my mother, but it was Alessandro all along. I thought he wanted me to marry Stefan because of some business, but it was more than that. My death was decided on the day of my wedding and that explained why Stefan always felt guilt whenever he looked at me. He knew what his father and mine were planning and yet he was going to let that happen because of what? Money? Even if it was oceans worth of money, it wasn’t more than my life? I deserved to live, as much as my mother did. Why? WHY?!I wanted to scream, to pull at my hair, but I was too numb to care anyway. I could hear Alessandro mocking me, and calling me whatnot, but that was all I could do at that moment. I was
“Alessandro…” I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him grinning ear to ear. I should feel relieved and grateful, but instead fear gripped me like a sudden shock, making my voice shaky. I gasped, frozen in place, and my hands clutched onto Ralph’s blazer. It felt like the room tilted as he stood there. My hands shaking and my pupils dilating. The hair at the back of my neck erecting. He walked in, wearing his signature smile that once offered peace, but now, he had blood in his eyes. Ready to demolish everything that stood in his way. He reminded me of my dead father. The one I was most scared of. And this did not give me a good feeling. “Stupid, stupid, little girl.” He tsked as he took a step forward. Ralph quickly pointed his gun at him Alessandro as the men soon followed his actions and pointed their guns at us. He was just a few steps away when he looked at me, his dark eyes meeting mine, a cruel smile on his lips. “You know what is the difference between you and your mother?”
“That’s odd.” Killian frowned, staring at his phone. “Alessandro Vitale is still not here. And I can not track the men stalling him. Someone intruded our apartment less than an hour ago.”I got up, my pulse kicking up as my instincts go on full alert. “Who would try to breach the apartment like that? And why? Do you thinks it’s Alessandro? Antonio? Call Ralph.” “On it.” His face darkened as he stood up and head to the balcony where a sniper was placed, the phone pressed to his ear. “He isn’t picking up.”I followed him as he covered the distance with long strides. “His phone’s going straight to voicemail,” he said tensely as I felt a shift in the air. This wasn’t how I imagined this night to go. Alessandro Vitale was supposed to be here an hour ago. And our plan was to wipe him up at the time of auction when the lights would be off. It would cause a commotion, but nothing that money couldn’t solve.Killian looked up at me. “C
As we stepped into the grand hall, Alexei's arm around my waist sent a possessive vibe through me. My hair brushed my face, but I hesitated to fix it, feeling a bit tongue-tied and on edge. My heart was drunk on this new feeling. For the first time in all the years I spent in fear and grief, I found myself letting go of that sensation finally. My eyes automatically moved to Ralph as he stood beside me. My heart fluttered as I gazed at him. Something in me wanted him to feel me like trees. And he was the wind. My heart knew it all, and I felt like I found someone meant for me. I realised I did not need light in my life, I needed darkness. Their darkness. I needed to be taint. To be corrupted. The realization of being in love was like a quiet storm suddenly enveloping me. It was not a loud feeling but a subtle whisper that echoed through my heart. The warmth that spread from within, a gentle realization that they became the melody to m
I woke up to sore limbs and sweet bitterness in my chest. The sun peeking through the windows told me it was already past noon. Strangely I was feeling better than I was feeling last night. The guilt still tripped my thoughts now and then but except for that, I was not feeling anything—not crane hatred I thought I felt for my captors. I just couldn’t believe that I almost…. cried just because Ralph was hurt because of me. Ralph. I looked to my side to find the beside empty. My hands automatically moved to the cold sheets and I rubbed the spot: I wish he was here so that I could see if he was alright. Sighing I pushed myself up, putting my hair in a messy bun and walked slowly to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and splashing my face with cold water, I decided to skip the shower since I was not feeling like taking one. The warm hoodie which smelled like Killian’s, I didn’t want to take it off. Walking barefoot, I stumbled to the
She’s my muse. A face to all my desires. The memories in my veins were as fresh and deep as the wound in my gut. I hate this and I hate it more every second I remember the fearful look on Rara’s face. I lost her. Almost lost her. Like I once lost my mother. The soft pitter patter of rain lingered in my ears. There was another wavering moment before I remember to breathe. I didn’t wanted to think about her, yet here I was. I was five—and foolish, when I lost my mother. Her death wasn’t as tragic as Killian’s mother, but it left a traumatising impact on my life. My chest tightened as I stared in the front, the shadows play on the walls, echoing the turbulence within me. My mother's photograph resting in my hands, the edges worn out. The flickering candlelight casting an ethereal glow, emphasizing the nostalgia that lingered in every corner.I had been awake for an hour or so now. I couldn’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, flashbacks of my mother’s terrified eyes and her dead bo