Ivan
“Are you up, bebe?” Cristiano soft voice tingled in my ear, stirring me up. I groaned in response, shaking his arms off my body, and turning away from him. My gums were all swollen after he fucked my mouth with a fucking gun. I was physically, and mentally exhausted from the aggressive sexual activity. The last thing I wished to see is his fucking face. The bed sank when he moved around and I sighed in relief when I heard the creaking of the door.
My body stiffened when I felt a cold hands on my throat, my eyes flying opened staring into his sinister eyes. He gave me a warm smile that didn’t suit his features, “Ready to finally wake up?” He muttered, releasing his grasp when I nodded.
He scanned my naked frame, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips as his fingers traveled down the marks he’d imprinted. “You look so perfect, Ivan.” He murmured softly, “my perfect little slut.” He pressed a kiss on my hip, rubbing my back slowly.
He flickered his eyes up, “Let’s shower togeth
