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
I could feel Jude rubbing the back of my hand as she helped me out. The open garden and fresh air provided me with a false sense of security. Even though it was just for a second. The green garden was devoid of any flowers, just a small patio that seemed unused and cold. Just like my heart. My jaw clenched as I struggled to get familiarised with the harsh reality. Now it all made sense to me. From the moment I encountered them they knew who I was. Lawrence Williams. Geroge. My father. It was all a web. Web of betrayal and lies. Strangely the guilt I felt for Lawrence and Geroge subsided. The ache was gone. I admit their deaths were brutal, but what they did to Anya was more cruel. How much pain she must be in? My soul shuddered even thinking about that. Looking up at the cloudless sky, I tried to come to terms with my situation at hand. Even though I knew it was my father who was the real culprit, that did not justify what my tormentors were doing to me. This path could have been di
All I could do was sit there, quivering, as he slowly, deliberately, reached over and laid his left hand under my thighs and the other behind my back and lifted me in his arms.“I…” His touch jolted me. The feel of his hand on my thighs was like an electric shock, scorching every nerve ending with violence that stole my breath and made my heart feel like it was exploding. Yet, I couldn’t do anything. If I resisted, the consequences wouldn’t be pleasing. “I just discovered something, and it was not pleasant.” “And what did you discover?” Ralph asked as he carried me down the patio. The blinding sun rays had me hiding my face in shades of his neck unconsciously as I wrapped my arms around his neck instinctively. I licked my dry lips as I shook my head. “Is Killian gone?” I asked changing the subject. I’d rather keep my thoughts to myself, I couldn’t have another panic attack. “Are you missing him already?” I flushed. “I don’t miss him. I just..wanted to have a talk with him.” I look
“Ralph…” I let out a sharp breath as Ralph pulled me up. Ralph’s eyes were dark, watching me with hunger and intrigue.“Let me feel you, topolìno. I’ve waited long for you, now that I have you, I am not going to let you go. You can fight if you want, but we both know it won’t do any good.” I swallowed hard processing his words. All the right left my body, focusing solely on his hands on my body. Whether it was guilt or my own desires, I felt strange sensations coursing through my being. It was both pleasant and terrifying. His lids lowered, his gaze growing intent as I gazed up at him. There was thick tension between us. Raw and pure guilt ate me. “I heard about Anya and Killian’s mother.” Ralph stiffened and flinched every so slightly that I might just have imagined it. “I’m sorry. I’m really, truly sorry. I know nothing can take away that kind of pain, and I’m so sorry about that. I—” I stopped and swallowed thickly. “I know what it’s like to lose the people closest to you. I kno
Defeated by my predicament, I let out a heavy sigh and straightened up. I slowly untied the straps. I slowly unzipped the dress and pushed it down my hips as I let it pool around my feet. Stepping out of the dress, I stared at him watching me with lust and amusement. “….keep going…” he grinned as he leaned back letting his broad shoulders flex. I hooked my fingers in the lace bralette and hesitated. Was I really doing this? Blushing with shame I peeled it off my breasts. The breeze touched my nipples making them instantly harden under his scroching gaze. Hooking my fingers in the underwear, I pushed it down. Ralph’s heated gaze travelled down my naked body settling over my breasts for a longer minute while he chewed his bottom lip as I shamefully turned around and clutched the table. The contrast between the well-dressed Ralph and my bare naked body was striking and gave me a strange sense of humiliation. My ears burned with red-hot shame, as I tightly clutched onto the sides of th
ALEXEI’S POVShe was different. When Rara joined us for Dinner, her demeanor changed so suddenly it was as if someone flipped a switch, turning on a different personality. In my twenty-nine years of life, I hadn’t imagine seeing her in the kitchen, let alone cooking.“What are you doing here?” I asked leaning against the wall, she must hadn’t noticed me descending the stairs cause as my voice fell upon her ears, she jumped startled like a jumpy mouse. The spatula slipped through her dainty fingers. My little angel looked flustered. My eyes slowly raked down her body taking in her seductive curves. She was wearing one of the dresses Killian got for her—light green and lacey. Something I imagine ripping off of her after dinner. An amused smirk teased the corner of my lips at the sight of hickeys all over her swan-like neck. Her hair flowing down her waist, resting just above the curve of her hips making my palms itch to wrap them around my fist as I pound into her from behind.She was i
Her touch was more hesitant now, almost wary, but it didn’t mattered. The blood rushing through my veins felt like lava. Always, for her, I was insatiable. Craving to kiss her, always longing to touch her, yearning to consume her. Her naked body was so close I could smell her, feel her... all but taste her sweetness on my tongue. I wanted my handprints all over her body like fucking souvenir. I’ve waited so long that the physical distance between us didn’t mattered, I wanted to touch her soul to soul. Breathe her heart to heart. Her nipples were tight and hard, the olive globes of her breasts swaying gently as she wrestled with the buckle of my belt with her shaking fingers, and a groan escaped my throat as she freed my throbbing cock and sink onto her knees before me. Just like rain drops and leaves falling in snow. “Rara...” I could barely speak as she cradled my balls in her small palms and wrapped her other hand around my shaft. And animalistic need to toss her on the bed and t
“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