I stood there—an utter wreck—fucked and flushed. Alexei's arm encircled my waist, it felt like an iron grip shackling me to him. His smile was tinged with a mischievous arrogance as if he were the true victor of the race rather than Killian. An overwhelming wave of shame and humiliation washed over me, I found myself clenching my legs tightly, hanging my head in utter despair. The VIP area still reeked of sex and sweat as he took me forcefully from behind, relentlessly pounding into me. At that time it felt like heaven, but now I questioned my sanity. How did I allow this to happen? Where was my rationality at that moment? An angry curse escaped my lips as I felt his semen coating the walls within, yet he showed no concern, no care to help me clean the aftermath. Even the fabric of my worn panties became a constant reminder, now wedged uncomfortably between my swollen core.I unconsciously shifted on my legs when people applauded Killian for his win. I paid no mind to Alexei's audac
While the vibrant city lights brought joy to those surrounding us, they had a contrasting impact on me. The rough outline of a plan persisted in my thoughts relentlessly. There was a possibility that my husbands would never give me another chance, and they might never allow me to have my freedom again. The more I dwelled on it, the more certain I became that their supposed "gentleness" towards me at present could easily shift. A single mistake would reverse all their benevolence. That was, of course, if they had ever displayed any kindness towards me.Whatever the case, I was powerless to change my circumstances. My hands were tied. And that only fuel my brain to act accordingly. I needed to execute my plan by today itself. By any means possible I needed to deliver my message to Alessandro Vitale. “For fucks sake….” Killian grunted keeping his arm around me. “This cheesy little motherfucker…” The diner was not a diner, but rather a luxurious restaurant I would never want to go to. Bu
I tapped my fingers impatiently on my lap. The waitress returned, this time she had a shy smile on her lips. Sighing to myself I tried not to look upset gulping on my wine. She served the food, bending intentionally to reveal the non-existent breasts she had. Even the way she smiled was creepy. What was so appealing about her even? What if she was tall and skinny, that didn’t make her like the—my hands stilled. Stop it, Rara. What was I so agitated about? What if she was flirting openly without regard for me? How could she do that to a married man? Could she see the ring on his finger? Or she purposely ignored it. Averting my eyes I looked down at the food. It looked as delicious as I remembered, even the aroma baffled my nostrils making my stomach growl. Killian chuckled. “My little butterfly is hungry.” Crossing his arms, he regarded me with an amused look. “It’s been a while since she ate.”I held back the urge to roll my eyes as the waitress leaned to place the bottle of red w
My heart pounded as I knocked on the door. One. Two. Three—“Come in.” I clenched my jaw. Taking a deep breath. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out—My legs were shaking and there was no doubt that my hands were trembling too. It felt like a combination of nervousness, anxiety, dread and fear all at once. My sweaty palms gently twisted the knob to open into a gigantic office room. However, my eyes refused to move anywhere, solely focusing on a man sitting behind the desk wearing an oversized sweater on his short and slightly chubby appearance. His familiar brown eyes washed over me, slowly narrowing as he pushed the glasses down his nose. I couldn’t bring myself to love. All this seemed too easy. This wasn’t supposed to be simple. It was meant to be violent and turbulent. It must be my dream, I must be hallucinating, must be in some delusional world. But when Damian’s eyes narrowed further as he took in my appearance, my face, my eyes. Unable to control myself, I stumbled on my foot breathing
Seeing the look of sheer disbelief on my face, Damian patted my shoulder, before saying. “They’re part of the world's largest criminal organisation—some even say Alexei Volkov runs the council. He provides everything for their illegal work—money, drugs, women, children. And no matter what you say or do, they won’t stop at anything.” “I don’t understand,” I said in confusion. “If he’s all that, then why do I never know?“ “You never knew because he simply didn’t want you to find.” Alessandro’s voice glittered with excitement. He took a deep breath. “As to what they want with you, it’s pretty clear by now.” I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed. “In this business, women are treated nothing more than slaves, if I am being blunt, then I’d use the term sex slaves. You’re with them because they enjoy you, not because they are in love with you or something. You’re there for their pleasure and wife is just a term they gave you on a whim. When you’re useless, then toss you around. Even goi
I swallowed to help the dryness in my throat, suddenly far less sure of the wisdom of the plan Alessandro put me through. What if I fail? Or worse, what if they find out? “Twenty minutes sixty-six seconds,” Killian sighed looking at his watch, propping his hip on the edge of the table and looking like a big cat ready to pounce on me. His pale eyes squinting. “What were you exactly doing in there, Schmetterling? Almost make me believe you escaped or something.” Something in my expression must’ve betrayed me because he let out a short chuckle. “Ah, I know you won’t. Cause there’s nowhere you can go.” Padding towards me in his expensive shoes, he grabbed my hand, “Come here, Schmetterling.” I nodded, feeling like a mute but afraid that my voice might betray my nervousness. This was not the best plan. Why had I thought that bearding the lion in his den was somehow better than trying to avoid him altogether?But there was no turning back n
Bringing me snugly against his warm chest, Killian guided us down the hallway. Despite my heart racing, I offered no resistance as his comforting hold made me feel secure and content, causing me to refrain from stealing a glance at Alexei, who was walking ahead of us. Ralph's face displayed an expression of contentment, but I could discern a troubled and contemplative look in his eyes. I was uncertain about whether to trust Alexei and more significantly, I had no desire to trust him. If his words were true, then this situation was indeed messy. A naive part of me had believed that I could confront Alexei and persuade him to change his mind. If his words were true, then I was undeniably in a difficult situation. When we got outside, the chilled Paris breeze had me chattering my teeth. I eyed as Alexei and Ralph got in the black car in front while Killian moved us into the white car. Alexei did not ride with us, instead, Ralph and he took another car. Ki
I was sleeping when I felt his cold hands on my body. I remember covering myself from head to toe with blankets, but now I could feel the night air hitting me. A manly cologne, a sweet and addicting aroma of sandalwood and mint with a hint of alcohol, wafted into my nostrils, causing my breath to catch in my chest. I was roughly flipped onto my back. Fortunately, Killian had let me sleep alone for today, realizing that I needed solace. He was ‘kind’ enough to give me his warm hoodie and even gave me privacy. I didn't know how I had ended up sleeping when I had been crying my eyes out just a few hours ago, but sleep had come naturally to me. I was tired and exhausted. What I wasn't expecting was Alexei to be here at this time of night. I was still upset with him.I remained silent as I heard him shuffling through his clothes, a thud on the nightstand as he placed his phone, watch, and gun. I held my breath but didn't move, trying to ignore his presence.
“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