Getting all worked up, are we?

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• MY Ex's Father, My Obsession    I think am addicted to your pussy

  Vladislav Mikhailov’s pov A gasp erupts in the air when I slap her damp pussy with my right hand, my cock buried deep inside her. Once she is relaxed I drive in and out of her tight pussy with a calculated rhythm, steady yet not too fast and not too slow. “So fucking tight, we're going to have to stretch this pussy a little further so it can comfortably fit my cock,” “But don't worry am going to take it easy on you since it's your first time,” I reassure her softly running my hand over her pebbled nipples. Still, I can sense her heavy breathing, the way her breath hitches to my words. I know I have assured her that I will go easy on her but my easy is not soft, but it's much better compared to my normal fucking style. But she doesn't have to know that, all women love...I mean they adore how I fuck them she is going to come for more. Pushing her legs farther apart with mine, I pull out to the hilt before I push back into her soaked pussy, her back arches and another roun

• MY Ex's Father, My Obsession    P-please fuck me

  Caitlyn Clarke's pov “Mmh,” a whimper rips from my lips immediately Vlad releases my lips in a pop. I shamelessly move up to reconnect our lips again but it looks like he had other plans as his mouth moves to the sensitive spot behind my ear, sucking and biting as he makes his way down my neck. “P..please,” a shrill moan escapes my mouth before I could stop it. “Please what?” He taunts his breath fanning my neck and sending thrills throughout my fucking body. Then in a flash, he lifts me off, flipping me and placing me on top of the washing machine while he settles himself between my legs. Our eyes briefly make contact in the shadowy light. Just for a second. His look is dark, but it has that unfamiliar glimmer that I can't place my fingers on. His long fingers move to stroke my face, and although the motion is gentle, it feels as cold as ice. Then he slides his thumb down, over my lips drawing them to my collarbone, near my pulse point where it lingers for a while

• MY Ex's Father, My Obsession    God help me....

  Caitlyn’s POV I freeze like a deer in headlights, caught mid-stare. My hand still clutches his dripping shirt, and my gaze is very much not on his face. It’s on his abs. His stupid, chiseled, unfair abs that glisten like something from a Calvin Klein ad. And Mia—my sister, my very loud, very unfiltered sister—is standing in the doorway with her mouth curled into a slow, amused smirk. “Well damn,” she drawls, clearly enjoying this way too much. “Don’t mind me. Carry on.” Kill me. “I will, um…” I fumble with the shirt in my hands like it’s suddenly radioactive, avoiding both their gazes. “Be throwing your shirt in the dryer. In a few. Just...yeah.” I dart toward the hallway like a fugitive on the run, shirt clutched to my chest like it’s the last shred of my dignity. Behind me, I hear Mia sigh and say, “You. Mr Grumpy. Sit. We need to talk.” Oh God. I’m in the laundry room two seconds later, dumping his shirt into the dryer with more force than necessary. I’m willing my

• MY Ex's Father, My Obsession    Let me drive you home...

  Vladislav Mikhailov’s pov The past has teeth.No matter how far I run, how many bodies I bury, how many countries I cross—there’s always a bite waiting in the shadows.And this time, it didn't even bother to hide.Just a message.One lineBut I’ve seen more blood spilled over fewer words.I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking under my weight as I stare at the encrypted phone. The screen’s gone dark now, but the message is seared behind my eyelids like a goddamn brand.“You really should keep a better leash on your little doll, Pakhan. She wanders.”They want me to know they’re watching. And they knew right how to get my attention. HER Through my new weakness. I drag a hand down my face, exhaling slowly. “Leo.”My second-in-command. Tech genius. He answers before the second ring. “Already on it.”Of course he is.“You get a trace?”“Boss. We traced the ping. Burner. Eastern Europe route. Bounced off an inactive node in Kazan.”Russia.Of course.I don’t need Leo to tell me

• MY Ex's Father, My Obsession    "Still gonna kill him.”

  Caitlyn Clarke's pov Let me go," I whisper, but my voice cracks halfway. "Or else..."I don’t even know what I’m threatening him with.The words spill out in this pathetic, breathy stammer that makes me want to smack myself.Tick.A fracture appears. Not on my skin, but inside. A clean split through the fortress I’ve spent years building.Tick.And he feels it.Of course he does.The bastard smiles—slow and smug—like he owns the panic laced beneath my ribcage. Like my fear belongs to him now.I hate that he can read me.Worse, I hate that he enjoys it.Then he reluctantly lets me go. And I bolt.Full sprint. No pause. No backward glance.My heart slams against my chest like it’s trying to break free. The world becomes a blur of noise and color, my soles slapping pavement, lungs threatening collapse.I round the corner to my street, nearly trip over the curb, and slam through my front door with more force than necessary. I double over, clutching my knees as the air thins, my vision e

• MY Ex's Father, My Obsession    Getting all worked up, are we?

  Vladislav Mikhailov povI had endured torture before.Gunshots, drowning in a tank headfirst, knives… name it all. Yet I had emerged a survivor.But this? This was actual fucking torture, and I had only myself and that fucking prison cell to blame.But don’t get me wrong.I’m a man of reason, strategy, and—most importantly—control.Though the latter is often accompanied by the seductive taste of manic fixation.Some might say I’m just… sociopathic. A perfect representation of plot holes and uncertain outcomes.A bit too black to be gray. Too gray to be black.I’m nothing short of a conundrum for most people, which is exactly how I prefer it.Dad taught me that people fear what they can’t figure out.They respect you, fawn over the merest hint of your attention, grovel beneath the weight of your authority.Which is why I’ve made it my mission to remain clear of the public eye.The eldest heir to two of the world’s largest empires is a mystery by all important accounts.A handsome myste