His voice was low, teasing. "I wonder what sound you'd make if I went further." I gasped, gripping the sheets as his fingers moved with purpose. My body responded instinctively, lost in the sensation. "More. I need more," I murmured breathlessly, pressing my face into the blanket, failing to muffle my sounds. He paused, voice curious. "More? What else do you want, love?" "You," I whispered, longing thick in my voice. His mesmerizing gaze held me captive, drawing me in like a spell. Leaning closer, his lips brushed mine. "Anything you wish, my love." Rita's Perspective: There was a time when life had meaning. That changed when I saw him again-Eric Butler. He stirs emotions I can't ignore, yet makes me question everything. Each morning, I wonder if I'm truly alive or trapped in a dream. Eric came to me for help. I didn't want to, but I had no choice. Deep down, I knew one thing-Eric had to die. Even if it meant taking myself down with him. Eric's Perspective: I went to her, desperate-Rita Sokolov. She haunts me, a tangle of desire and betrayal. I thought I knew her, but I was wrong. Her family's betrayal left scars I can't forget. Now, I need her. Not just for help, but in ways I don't understand. She's all I crave, all I despise. But one thing is certain-Rita Sokolov must die. And if it comes to it, I'll be the one to end it. Bound by passion and revenge, Rita and Eric's fates are entwined. Once lovers, now enemies, they walk a path where desire and death go hand in hand. But when the final moment comes-who will survive?
Rita Sokolov.
We lived because we killed. We lived because we fled. We were dying because they were killing. And they killed us because we were fleeing. But now we stayed. And we can't go back.
They say it's the perfect time to have peace. Surrounded by family and friends. drinking hot tea and beer, during a hot day.
The perfect time for me is when none of that happens. And it never happens. The perfect time is night. When darkness reigns in the city, and when all the lights are off, the only thing left is the moon, which illuminates the sky like a big candle. Not too strong and not too weak. Perfect.
It is also perfect when it is raining or when the wind is blowing. Then it takes everything from the street to places you wouldn't even think things could never go. When the wind blows, it muffles everything that happens in the house, even the loudest screams and cries. Assignment? More everyday hobby-business. And the job must be done smoothly and safely.
In this small house, I'm surrounded by gray walls that could crack at any moment and a roof that could fall on me, breaking my bones. Does it matter? No. Places like this fall by themselves. From old age or exhaustion. They are not much different from the people, especially from the one sitting in front of me.
You just need to have the right thing to break them.
His eyes are gray, bloodshot, and blue. Scratched and wet face was shaking, as was his body which was bound by long, cold chains. Loud breathing echoed in this small, ghostly room.
I can see the fear in his eyes that he is trying to hide, but his cry betrays him.
He tried to escape, and broke the chains, but in vain. Like everyone else.
Like always.
My brothers stood around him. They both wore black jackets and at first glance, they would look elegant and cute. Oh, but honey, don't be fooled by the look. Their gaze is sharp and cold, their bodies are calm and straight as a board.
The two of them slowly circled the man in the chair, chuckling evilly.
"Abramov," Garretov said. His accent was hard and deep, as was his laughter.
My lips formed a grin as I slowly approached the chair.
"Oh, Camelo. When will you learn not to play with me? With us." I said slowly, stroking his black hair which was sticking to my fingers from sweat. "You were a very bad boy. Yeah? I think it's time to pay-"
"Please don't!" he shouted. Tears streamed down his face like a waterfall. "Please, please, I didn't do anything, I swear, please."
"Shhh," I said, putting a gentle kiss on his forehead, leaving the bright red lipstick on my lips. "You did a very bad thing-" I snapped my fingers to Garretov. He took a knife out of his pocket and put it in my hand. "A very bad thing. But if you're a good boy, and don't make a lot of noise, maybe I'll let you go with all six fingers, hmm?" I ran the blade of my knife over my fingers, feeling its sharpness.
"Go to hell!" Camelo shouted, spitting at me, but not a drop reached my leather jeans.
I laughed, slowly piercing the skin on my index finger. The crimson blood came out very slowly, enough to be on my tongue. Closing my eyes, I licked my finger, feeling my blood. Bitter and sweet, just like me.
I looked at the frightened man in front of me, remembering what he had said moments before. What he did.
"Ohh honey, but where do you think I came from?" I chuckled, forcing Ivanov and Sergio to laugh with me. Our laughter echoed in the dark, and cold house whose walls shook with every movement.
Quickly, as my father taught me, I cut Camelo's throat in one fell swoop.
His eyes immediately turned white.
His head was still on his shoulders, but blood was pouring everywhere. From his neck to his torn, and sweaty T-shirt, to his dirty pants all the way to the floor that was slowly becoming a pool of blood.
My high heels and boots were soaked with red liquid and I slowly started to move so as not to destroy them again.
Garretov and Sergio moved the chains from Camelo, throwing him on the floor and taking the gasoline, spilling it all over the room.
Now it was my turn. Slowly approaching the body, I squatted next to him, turning his head towards me so I could have a better view.
I brought the knife closer to his forehead, right where I had left a trace of lipstick, only this time cutting it out.
It may not be visible yet, but when it dries, you will see the capital letter, ПМ. My beautiful work.
"We're ready," Sergio said, throwing empty bottles of gasoline aside.
I nodded, standing in front of the door. Sergio threw a lighted match, making a line of fire and tiny crackling sounds.
This is our sign to move.
Soon, a loud sound was heard and the whole house was on fire. My jacket flew behind me like a cloak as I walked towards my car.
When we got in, Garretov sat in the driver's seat, Sergio in the passenger seat and I in the last three. Black leather seats are very comfortable.
Sergio gave me one last look. Crossing my legs, I said. "Poshli, mal'chiki. Eta noch' byla khorosha.(Come on, boys. It's been a good night.)"
Sergio nodded to Garretov, setting off at the highest speed this car could reach. Behind us remained dust that spread like fog, and the house was burning like candles on the birthday cake. Happy birthday Camelo, your time has finally come.
Isn't it funny, how we like to mark our territory? I mean, everyone goes in their own style, but everybody knows who is...
Russian mafia.
'I'm mommy's good boy,' he repeated. 'You really want to hear me beg?' He said letting out a cheeky laugh. 'I want to cum so bad,' he said in between pants. 'Please...' 'Please what?' Another male voice sounded from behind me. I smiled, knowing who it is. I heard his footsteps and felt his eyes on my, making me shiver. He came into view on my right and walked over to Jackson, who looked flustered, looking between the two of us. I witnessed him revert back into submission so quickly, bratty behavior all gone. That's my daddy. Michael placed his bag down and brought one knee on the bed, leaning down on Jackson. I watched in awe as he kissed him with much passion and like every other time, I was in awe. Of their connection. I witnessed it first hand and it's the purest I've ever seen. Michael pulled back to look at me, winking with a knowing smirk as he looked down at our conjoined bodies. 'Tell mommy what you want, baby,' he turned to Jackson, who whimpered under the control of two Doms. 'Come on, beg for it, love,' Jackson was panting with need. 'Please me mommy...' ● After a tragic but not so tragic divorce between Samantha Dixon-Pitt and Martin Pitt, Michael and Jackson are ready to welcome a third party into their relationship. Restricted by friendship and Samantha's marriage, they are ready to take the next step.
This is a story about two damaged people who came together because of one's desire and the other's fear. Cassandra She was young, innocent, loving, and pretty with big eyes that showed her soul. She was stunningly beautiful but broken and alone, trapped in a world of monsters. Then he appeared. People say he is the worst monster of all, someone you pray never to meet. Will she escape him, or will he become her whole world? Dominic He was ruthless, aggressive, and merciless. Everyone feared him, and he was proud to be the king of his world. But he was also broken. Then she appeared. She was like a fragile doll, his doll. Will he take what he wants and move on, or will she become his life? "Let me go, please," she begged. He buried his face in her neck and tightened his grip around her arms. "Shhhh... breathe, love," he whispered. She cringed at his nickname for her, and he continued, "You are mine, and I am never letting you go. I will give you everything, my love, except your freedom from me."
Jessica Ann Rodriguez popularly known as Jessica Thompson, is an 18-year-old girl who is being abused by her stepfather after her also abusive mother died when she was 3 years old. Getting bullied in everyday life and getting beaten at home her life could not get any worse. But suddenly her life gets flipped upside down when her stepfather dies from an overdose and she finds out she has a father and 9 older brothers. Raul Pete Rodriguez, Italian Mafia Don, The most feared mafia don to exist along with the eldest son. Raul has always wanted a baby girl, but when his wife suddenly runs away leaving him and their 9 boys, he becomes even more ruthless and cold-hearted. What happens when suddenly he gets a call from Texas asking if he wants to take his daughter in? The daughter he never knew about? Will Jessica trust them with her past, what happens when they find what out what their little sister has been through? Will they tell her about who they are and what they do? What happens when a certain mafia Russian heir sets his eyes on her? Read to find out!!!!
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
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After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Chandler Su who had cheated by her boyfriend then got drunk at a bar. To take revenge, she grabbed a man randomly and took him to the room. After a crazy night, Chandler found the strange man was a super handsome guy the next morning. Shy and shocked Chandler run away after leaving 150 RMB and scorning the man of his poor bed skills. However, she never thought the story would become so dramatic as the next day, she found out that the new coming president of her company was exactly the man she slept the last night! Worse than that, this new boss seemed very narrow-minded as he asked Chandler to come to his office on the first day.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!