NINANo one asked me If I was ready. No one cared.Humiliation coiled in my gut like fire as the beautician gently coaxed me down to lie down on my back. I felt their eyes on me like a blanket in summer, almost suffocating me in the heat. And I could distinguish their gazes, Lachlan looked at me like he wanted to keep an eye on me, to make sure I was okay. While Jeremiah’s gaze, lingered in places, like he was cataloguing, like he was appraising something he owned. His gaze was the heat that melted shame into something more dangerous.I almost jumped out of my body when one of the women touched my knee. It was the older woman, she placed her hands on the inside of my thighs and then prompted me to spread my legs. I swallowed, feeling the cold air caress my sensitive flesh. My eyes went to the younger one who walked to us, pushing a table to the bench I was lying on. I saw the pot of wax on it and my muscles locked in place. I have never had a Brazilian wax, the normal wax was enoug
NINA Jeremiah walked to the foot of the table and then without any preamble he grabbed my ankles and pulled me down to the edge. I let out a soft startled scream and stared at him wide eyed, my heart slamming against my ribcage. What was he doing? Lachlan’s tanned hands gripped my thighs and he pulled them apart. His thumb brushed the lips of my pussy, now bare, and he whispered, “I can’t wait to lick you and eat this beautiful cunt.” I thought it would sting. I thought I’d wince, maybe flinch when their hands came near the freshly waxed skin between my thighs. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Because my body responded differently to them. My walls squeezed at his words and then another embarrassing squeak left me when something cold dripped on my mound. The sensation was opposite of what the wax had left behind— a tingling hot sensation. Jeremiah didn’t say a word as he cupped my pussy, in response my whole body shuddered. And I felt like I was in an alternate universe. It wa
NINAThe car ride had been quiet except a few exchanges between Lachlan and Jeremiah, that too in Russian so I didn't understand a word of it. Iwas starting to hate it. And while Lachlan seemed tense now and then, in turn making me tense because I couldn’t help but be apprehensive and nervous to where Jeremiah was taking me to punish me, he also looked at ease with wherever we were going.The pony person who didn't know where we were going and what will happen to me was me.I was wearing a black sequin dress with gold threads woven in it and it felt like I was dressed for a gala, but one look at his face and that twisted smirk had told me that there will be no party, at least not for me. I was scared but I felt like I wasn’t as afraid as I should be. I should be more terrified. But all I felt was this apprehensive flutter in my stomach which was kind of mixed with the arousal they both had brought forth in that cold room. I was still throbbing between my legs and for a moment I’d wa
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INNESSA ______“Nina!” I ignored my little sister’s call as I rushed out of the ballroom where the party for my eighteenth birthday was going on. Or, should I say the celebration for my upcoming nuptials? Even the thought of that made me want to hurl. Since the moment the Capo of the major crime family: Rossi, had died my father had lost all his privileges and power in the underworld. He had been trying all these years to get back the power and position he once had, but the current Capo: Antonio Rossi, didn’t seem inclined to get cosy with anyone his father once associated with. Rumor even has it that he was the one who actually kîlled his own father when he was just a child himself. Sometimes, I wonder if he could teach me a thing or two about it because if I knew how to get out of it I’d commit patricide in my next breath. What? Don’t look at me like that. My father deserves it, if you knew him you’d say the same thing. He is the man who doesn’t deserve kids, and he doesn’t even
NINATHE FOREST was suffocating—dense trees shrouded in shadows, branches clawing at my skin as I stumbled through the dark. My breath rasped in my throat, sharp and shallow, the cold air burning my lungs. Gunshots echoed behind me, the sharp crack ricocheting through the night, spurring me faster and harder. My legs screamed for rest, but fear drove me forward. I didn’t dare look back. Run. That was all I could think, the word pounding through my skull in rhythm with my racing heart. The icy wind cut through my clothes, but the adrenaline numbed me to the sting. My feet splashed in the muddy puddles on the forest floor, the frigid water soaking into my shoes and making them heavier, harder to lift. Another shot rang out, and this time I stumbled, my ankle twisting awkwardly. Pain seared up my leg, but I bit back the scream clawing at my throat. It was nothing compared to the current state of my body. Keep going. You have to keep running. Or, they will kill your baby. Keep runnin
NINA____ANTONIO Rossi’s hotel was nothing short of opulence—the kind of place where the elite came to drink expensive champagne and pretend their lives were perfect. I didn’t belong there, not in my secondhand clothes and scuffed shoes, but I kept my head down and did my job.The bar was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and cigars. It was early afternoon, and the crowd was light—just a handful of top-tier businessmen and tourists who wanted to experience the best of Italy. I maneuvered through the tables, balancing a tray of glasses, ignoring the lingering gazes of the patrons.Antonio was the reason I was there.He was the kind of man who didn’t do favors without expecting something in return, but he was also the reason I had a roof over my head and a steady paycheck. He found me when I was at my lowest, like some kind of godsend angel. And even though I knew he was anything but, I chose to trust him because I needed his money. Without it, I would’ve lost the one
LACHLANSHE didn’t see me watching her. She never does, unless I step out into the light and make myself visible. She thinks she has a stalker but she hasn't done anything about it. She either thinks she could handle it on her own or she just doesn't care. The latter one bothers me. It had been almost too easy—her routine predictable, her life stripped down to the essentials. Half a day at Antonio’s hotel, and then the other half into the late nights at the diner. She was always moving, always working. Always running, though I doubted she even realized it.I knew she feels me watching her, but I am too good at hiding. She never sees me unless I want her to. And the only time I allowed her to look at me was when I stepped into that diner around midnight. Tonight was no different—I watched her without hiding and caught her sneaking glances at me. I’m not blind to how I look or how women perceive me, but seeing the spark of attraction in her dual-colored eyes hit differently. She was a
NINAThe car ride had been quiet except a few exchanges between Lachlan and Jeremiah, that too in Russian so I didn't understand a word of it. Iwas starting to hate it. And while Lachlan seemed tense now and then, in turn making me tense because I couldn’t help but be apprehensive and nervous to where Jeremiah was taking me to punish me, he also looked at ease with wherever we were going.The pony person who didn't know where we were going and what will happen to me was me.I was wearing a black sequin dress with gold threads woven in it and it felt like I was dressed for a gala, but one look at his face and that twisted smirk had told me that there will be no party, at least not for me. I was scared but I felt like I wasn’t as afraid as I should be. I should be more terrified. But all I felt was this apprehensive flutter in my stomach which was kind of mixed with the arousal they both had brought forth in that cold room. I was still throbbing between my legs and for a moment I’d wa
NINA Jeremiah walked to the foot of the table and then without any preamble he grabbed my ankles and pulled me down to the edge. I let out a soft startled scream and stared at him wide eyed, my heart slamming against my ribcage. What was he doing? Lachlan’s tanned hands gripped my thighs and he pulled them apart. His thumb brushed the lips of my pussy, now bare, and he whispered, “I can’t wait to lick you and eat this beautiful cunt.” I thought it would sting. I thought I’d wince, maybe flinch when their hands came near the freshly waxed skin between my thighs. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Because my body responded differently to them. My walls squeezed at his words and then another embarrassing squeak left me when something cold dripped on my mound. The sensation was opposite of what the wax had left behind— a tingling hot sensation. Jeremiah didn’t say a word as he cupped my pussy, in response my whole body shuddered. And I felt like I was in an alternate universe. It wa
NINANo one asked me If I was ready. No one cared.Humiliation coiled in my gut like fire as the beautician gently coaxed me down to lie down on my back. I felt their eyes on me like a blanket in summer, almost suffocating me in the heat. And I could distinguish their gazes, Lachlan looked at me like he wanted to keep an eye on me, to make sure I was okay. While Jeremiah’s gaze, lingered in places, like he was cataloguing, like he was appraising something he owned. His gaze was the heat that melted shame into something more dangerous.I almost jumped out of my body when one of the women touched my knee. It was the older woman, she placed her hands on the inside of my thighs and then prompted me to spread my legs. I swallowed, feeling the cold air caress my sensitive flesh. My eyes went to the younger one who walked to us, pushing a table to the bench I was lying on. I saw the pot of wax on it and my muscles locked in place. I have never had a Brazilian wax, the normal wax was enoug
NINA I looked down at my phone reading his recents texts.Mr Wrong: Are you alive or am I texting a ghost?Mr Wrong: Are you scared I’ll come for you? Weren’t you the one who told me to get you? [This one he had send me before too, like he thought I was scared of him.]Mr Wrong: At least, let me know you’re okay.Mr Wrong: This is going to be my last text, if you didn’t reply I won't ever text you again. After debating for a whole minute, I tapped on the reply box and typed a message, after a moment’s hesitation I hit send. Nina: I got kidnapped that night. Now I am in Russia.After sending the text I scrolled up to our last exchange which was just before Lachlan and Jeremiah had kidnapped me.Nina : You wanna bet? Fine. Come get me, if you can.He hadn’t texted me but he had called me that night. And for a brief moment I’d thought he was one running after me but it wasn’t him, it was the monster who uprooted me from my life as I knew it. Though the texts waiting in my inbox tol
NINA It had been nearly a week since I ran barefoot into the forest, since my husband looked at me like he wanted to choke the life out of me. And if Lachlan was to be believed, since Jeremiah stared at me in the bathroom like he wanted to fuck me until I screamed his name and begged for mercy. A week of dread. A week of me dreading what my monster of a husband planned to do, how he will punish me for trying to run away from him and the life he had dragged me into. Every morning for the last week I’d woken up with dread pooling in my stomach, thick and heavy like lead. And every day, he said nothing. Just watched me with those steely grey eyes that promised punishment. A silent warning of what was to come. A vow to make me pay. The only relief I found came at night. Not peace. Not sleep. Just Lachlan. When the estate grew silent and sky darkened outside, I found myself waiting for him. The man with green eyes and gentle touches, and his beautiful soft murmurs that coax me to u
NINA“Can you touch me?”He stopped, his hand stopping just on the inside of my knee. “Where do you want me to touch you, kotyonok?” When I remained quiet, now nervous more than ever, he said, “Say it. Ask me anything and I’ll give it to you.”“T-touch me… between my legs.” I could feel my cheeks flushing pink at my own words. What was I doing? I have no idea.“What am I touching between your legs, Nina? Be specific.”I wanted to glare at him but it felt like it’d take too much of my energy. Instead I answered him, “My pussy.”There was a soft smile on his lips before he stood up and tugged his shoes off, he must’ve gotten rid of his suit jacket during my escape or afterwards. And as I thought about my escape, my mind wandered off to the attack that had happened. My eyes on their own accord looked all over him, wondering if he had gotten hurt but I didn't see anything. And something inside me, that had clenched in what seemed like worry began to settle.And then, there was nothing to
NINA Lachlan disappeared into the adjoining bathroom without a word, and I heard the distant sound of water running. After a few seconds I realised he was filling up the bathtub for me.I’d have walked there instead of waiting on the bed but the pain in the soles of my feet made me reluctant to do so. And as I finally took a look at my feet, I realised what a mess I had made of them in my attempt to escape. The adrenaline and fear had made me ignore the pain but at the sight of my bruised, scratched and wounded feet with debris and whatnot sticking and cuts on my feet that had dried blood around, the pain slammed into me like a force that brought tears to my eyes. No wonder the monster had taken pity on me, if he was even capable of that, and instead of making me walk to the car, he had actually lifted me in his arms.And somehow those arms had felt like a comfort in my state. Thankfully, Lachlan came out just then
NINAAs soon as we cleared the tree line and Jeremiah stepped on the cold asphalt, I saw cars lined up on the road. I wanted to bury my face in his chest and hide, feeling ashamed for reasons that weren’t right as I saw the men standing in a line, making a passage for their king to walk. It made me guilty that there was a teeny tiny part of me that was ashamed for running away. I understood my regret and guilt over being caught and for being responsible for everything that seemed to be unraveling now, but I didn’t understand why there was a spark of guilt inside me for making my escape in the first place. And why in the hell, did I wanted to hide myself in the man who was the reason I was this mess.Jeremiah didn’t stop to put me down as he stalked toward the waiting car in which we’d gone to the party- the same party that felt like it was days or weeks ago instead of just mere hours.Before we reached it, Lachlan stepped out. His green eyes taking me in and then looked at Jeremiah
NINA “J-Jeremiah…”He took a step closer and even though there were still at least eight to ten feet between us, fear slithered down my spine like icy fingers. Every cell in my body screamed at me to run and when I took a step back, he paused. His head tilting in a way that seemed too familiar. I swallowed.He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The cold fury radiating off his body was enough to choke me. I had felt anger before, I had seen rage… but nothing compared to the storm in his eyes as they burned into mine.“You want to run, wife?” He said, his silver eyes dropping to my feet and his lips curled in a snarl. “Run. Run like hell, and when I catch you I will make you regret you ever tried.”Then he moved.And I didn’t think. I didn’t wait. It was like a primal urge, an instinct telling me to run from him, to let him chase me even when a very logical, sane part of me knew that he’ll catch me and there was no other option for me except to be captured by him.But still I ran.The