บททั้งหมดของ CEO's Only Wife: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Vladek was not always rich and powerful. Once upon a time, that infamous Russian was just a mercenary and an illegal merchant willing to sell what he sold - drugs, guns, people, it didn't matter. He traveled all over Russia, India, Poland, Ukraine, Turkey, Africa, Mongolia, Afghanistan and on one fateful day, Pakistan. Doretti Raymond was then a young man, a captain in the Pakistani Army under the command of a passionate General. The American-initiated war against Saddam Hussein as Desert Storm was going well, and Raymond was called in to support the coalition on the ground. Raymond, who recently lost his father, wanted to stay close to his family until arrangements were made for his mother and sister, but could not. The General is hungry for rank and nothing can help level up faster than a fight. Raymond's absence was inevitable, and eventually led to tragedy, in the two years he was away from home, Vladek kept an eye on Raymond's sister, A'noud. When Raymond returned with the good

It's raining outside. I can hear. Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened my eyes, forgetting for a second where I was, but then sadness came. I really don't know what day it is. He always kept me in the dark, always, only the night light illuminated me in the room. I don't know why he did things this way. If it was to distract me, then he succeeded. I never realized how an inability to hold time could be so devastating to one's ability to hold on to reality. It is easy to get lost in the endless darkness and in the fleeting hours. I think a lot about my family, about my mother and what she may or may not be going through. Maybe she'll regret all the time she never said she loved me. Maybe she'll regret never giving me the hugs I so desperately crave. Now it's too late. I wondered if they were thinking where I was, or if the police had told my mother that hope of finding me was lost. I count the days that pass by counting the number of meals. By this time I had eaten six breakfasts. I

I feel a little uncomfortable with this position. My bound hands were heavy on my tailbone, the soles of my feet touching the sides of my buttocks. I struggled a bit, but managed to pull my legs out from below to close them. “Do you know how sexy that pose is?” he said. I gritted my teeth and looked away. “White suits you so well, I have to make a note of this. Seeing her in clothes made me think of stripping her naked. Anyway, I think this is a very good opportunity to make you more comfortable getting naked in front of me, and that would give me a nice sight to watch while eating.” I pressed my knees together but then had to swerve when he pulled me. I still remember the beating very well and didn't want to upset him. The whole room was quiet except for my labored breathing. I have never felt so exposed. “Lovely,” he breathed in suddenly, and when he spoke again, his voice was low, a little hoarse. “The pink color is just right. Now…keep your legs extended. Don't irritate me." I

I feel a little better today. The nostalgia for Eric is still there, I don't think the feeling will go away, but I was able to get through many minutes without falling to my knees and crying for him; that is progress. Dr. Sloan said that one day I would make it through an hour… a day – but I only let myself hope to get there. It feels like a betrayal to dare to hope for such things. Once again, I was sitting in the fun room they used to interrogate preschoolers. This time, I don't need to say too much. I already have a lawyer taking care of that. He and Agent Kudo have been arguing back and forth for the past hour. David, my lawyer, is not very good looking, but he is very intelligent and extremely energetic. There's something hot about watching the two of them argue…or maybe I just enjoy seeing Kudo in a state of confusion. His hair was disheveled from raking his hands through his hair too much to keep himself from punching David in the face. Every now and then, he glances back at

“Please stop,” I begged. “Please stop, I'm sorry. I swear to God, I'm sorry." Kindness was probably the last thing Eric had on his mind. He crouched down over my writhing body, pressing heavily on my shoulders to make it easier to hit while I struggled in frenzy in terror. “Please…please, Master,” I cried uncontrollably between the groans that came from my throat. I want to rub my butt, but he's already locked me up. “Does pain make things easier for you, Kitten? Does pride force you to take a beating before you obey?" His voice was low, rough - stirring. Beneath my belly, his erection throbbed. Or is it just my heart? He spanked my ass again, demanding an answer I refused to give. He slapped me again and all of a sudden, I realized that every time he hit me, he was rubbing away the pain. I wonder why, even as more hits come down. Thoughts began to crumble as I tried to get out of the situation that was happening to me. Just give him what he wants. He will stop. What did I do to des