Rara was startled when she was on a private airline waiting for them. Her breathing scampered when Ralph effortlessly picked her up in his arms. She gasped. “Ralph!” “The ground’s slippery. I’m afraid you might slip and die.” Rara glared at him. The pavement was cemented. There hardly seemed any sign of water. She could perfectly walk on her own. She huffed realising how much of her he could control. His large hands squeezed her tightly through the flowy flowery dress. She could feel his palms pressed under the bareness of her knees, slowly sneakily his fingers teasing the back of her thighs. Rara unconsciously tightened her hold on his neck. “Stop.” Rara's senses heightened as she felt an electric current course through her body, ignited by the points of contact with his. The mere flick of his warm breath against her cheek set her soul ablaze, sparking miniature flames that danced within her.The wide view of fields seemed more bewitching than hearing his slow and deep breathing.
We silently crossed the Seine as the city emerged from the darkness of night. With no traffic, the driver proceeded to drive through the middle of the street, and nearby stood The Eiffel Tower, resembling a metallic skeleton reaching upwards into a sky that was quickly turning blue. Typically, a morning like this would be foggy or at least misty, but contrary to how I felt, it seemed determined to be an idealistic day in Paris, as if it was straight out of a storybook, albeit lacking any shared glances between two people.Ever since the moment we landed in Paris, I noticed a shift in Alexei’s mood. He was more distant submerged in his thoughts I tried not to glance his way cause whenever our eyes met, he was avoiding my gaze. Ralph's hand on my thigh burned like lava as he looked outside. The driver approached a multi-storey hotel.The red neon sign gleamed as the car stopped. Alexei surprised her with many things today. The pills and the little freedom he let me have for some time.
“Rara...” My name was a rough exhale on his lips as his thumb grazed across my aching nipple. “You are so beautiful, little mouse... far beyond my wildest dreams.” The playfulness in his voice shifted to a much darker lure of lust. Like a blazing inferno, his fervent words left an indelible mark on my soul, igniting a fire deep within me — though simultaneously triggering a symphony of cautionary alarms within my mind. It was as though we were embarking on the pinnacle of an ardent romance, until his knee delicately nestled between my trembling legs, momentarily dispelling the hazy enchantment that surrounded us. Reality crashed upon me, dousing the flames of desire with a chilling wave of horror.What was I doing? How could I find any pleasure in this situation? Enduring a monster's touch silently for the sake of a higher purpose was one thing, but desiring them, allowing them to behave as if we were in a romantic relationship, was disturbing and completely irrational. Despite being
Fuck. Cars. And fuck more. It was supposed to be the motto of my life. A cheesy slogan people go by nowadays. What do they call it? Yes. Aesthetic. My aesthetic was supposed to be a carefree playboy—fucking everything walking. Fuck. I was well aware and needlessly proud of my looks. I’d fuck myself too if I could. However, as I looked into Rara's dark eyes, I realized that I didn't know who I was anymore. Amidst the confusing mix of emotions, I saw the diminishing hatred and felt my fantasies fading away. The lies I had told myself were dispelled as the truth became clear in the harsh light. Although her body responded to me, we were still enemies, with mutual enmity. Even though her touch aroused desire in me, there was a violent undertone and my need for her was darker than anything I had experienced. It was not just about having sex with her; I wanted to shatter her, to seek revenge on her delicate flesh.She was the victim of her father’s deeds. And so was I. Alexei and Ralph.
She might try to resist us, but she couldn’t resist the attraction. “That’s it, Schmetterling, just relax...” I blew cool air across her clit and was rewarded with a soft moan before her thighs tense again. She was trying to resist, to reject the pleasure, but I already had my palm in place, preventing her from crushing my head between her legs. She was breathing hard now, her hands tightening in my hair as I resumed sucking on her clit, and I pushed two fingers into her tight, wet opening, curving them inside her until I felt the soft, spongy wall of her G-spot. Her pussy clamped tight, quivering around my fingers, and her hips arched off the bed as I intensify my sucking. She was close, I could sense it. My heart was thumping heavily in my chest, my breathing coming fast as the ache in my balls grew unbearable, but I restrained myself until I was certain she was on the verge. Then, and only then, I gave in to my desire. Pulling my fingers out, I moved up, covering her with my body
The insistent rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, gently nudging me out of my slumber. An inviting aroma wafted through the air. The intoxicating smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled harmoniously with the irresistible scent of flavoured bread—tartine was it? Confusedly, I opened my heavy lids and realized I was in an unfamiliar room. Trying to make sense of the situation, memories from the previous night flooded my thoughts, causing me to groan and hide beneath the blanket.Of course, it’d be an unknown room. I wasn’t back to where my husbands had kept me captive. We were in Paris. Surrounded by people. After a moment of contemplating, I ultimately mustered up the inner strength to rise from my slumbered state and start on my morning routine. It was an unequivocal truth the man responsible for my father's death had once again infiltrated my thoughts, emotions, and body the previous night, pushing me to the brink of pleasure-induced release. Yet, despite the uneasy intents
We finally arrived at the venue, and an unexpected sight greeted us - a fervent and bustling crowd of reporters and media personnel eagerly engulfed us, their cameras flashing incessantly. The sheer extent of this unexpected uproar caught me completely off guard, leaving me momentarily stunned and bewildered. It was then I realised Alexei was the benefactor responsible for supervising the very organization. I changed into another knee-length A-line dress with a small bow on the collar. It was white and with black Lacey embroidery but I felt simply underdressed as I saw several rich people entering the venue. I didn’t know the race was such a big deal. The flashes of the camera nearly blinded me even in broad daylight. Women couldn't help but be captivated by his mere presence. His captivating gaze could make their hearts skip a beat, leaving them swooning in his wake. I bet even one or two fainted. Men couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and envy when they laid eyes on him.
As soon as the horn blared, the motorcycles roared on the circuit. I felt my heart pounding strongly in my chest as I watched him ride his red bike through the air with incredible precision—like a sharp knife cutting through without any care. Without realizing it, I found myself leaning forward and keeping my eyes fixed on Killian.It was impressive how quickly he overtook the others with on roar of his bike as if he was destined to be superior to them in every aspect. The crowd seemed elated, cheering his jaw like a constant stream of applause with hollers. Women. They were mostly women. The anchor's praises and laughter reverberated through the speakers, and the crowd erupted in yet another commotion, seemingly unfazed by Killian's ability to surpass them. Intrigued, I found myself leaning towards the glass rail as I observed Killian tilting his bike taking a sharp turn. My waist was encircled by a cold hand, followed by the sensation of Alexei's firm chest pressing against my bac
“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