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
I lay there on the bed—drained and motionless, the tear-soaked pillow served as a silent witness to the overwhelming flood of emotions engulfed me. Time seemed to stand still as I remained lifeless, unwilling and unable to move from the spot where Killian had left me— used and violated, the haunting emptiness lingering in the air for what felt like an eternity. I felt a deep sense of shame and degradation, surpassing I had ever felt in my whole life.My encounters with any of them had always been far from pleasant; marked by an unsettling mix of aggression, coercion, and pain. Sex with them was always about intimidation, and the piercing sensations of discomfort had left me with an enduring sense of uneasiness. The weight of this emotional anguish bore down on me, rendering me immobile, as I grappled with the profound realization of being truly broken. How long do I have to tolerate this torture? Was I just a men’s to pent their anger on? To use me as th