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“What did you say?” Alexi sounded possessed when he brought his fist down and connected it with Bruce’s cheek bone, shattering it with a crack. His fury had only begun. Bruce didn’t even have time to defend himself as the Devil delivered bow after blow with a bloody fist and a pair of grey eyes that had now turned obsidian.It was clear that Bruce was going to die. Mikayla thought he would stop when the man lost consciousness and had his face severely disfigured, but he went on until his thirst for vengeance was quenched.Legs folded underneath, she watched in awe and fear as he lost control over the fact that someone breathed something bad about her. And when he rose, the only thing he missed was a black cape that would have resembled him to Dracula. He was truly fit to rule the Hell.She flinched when his heavy gaze suddenly shifted to her. She remained motionless when he reached her and cast a look of hatred on the thing around her neck. She had almost forgotten about it.He pulled
Bruce then got up from the bed calmly, like he had all the time in the world.Unbuttoning his shirt he muttered, “You have no idea how angry you have made me by agreeing to marry that man. I wanted to make you bleed in that white dress. But now that you are here, you can earn my forgiveness” he paused, because he thought she would ask how and when she didn’t, he continued.“You will please me every day. I will own your soul and body until you have nothing more to give” she swallowed as her chest heaved with heavy breaths. She felt like passing out again when he removed his shirt completely, flashing his demonic tattoos at her.She let out a startled squeak when he jumped on the bed suddenly. When his hand clasped the collar around her throat, her mind raced to come up with something that would stall the torture.“Y- You said that Pavlov was the new boss. B-but then w-why did he bring me to you?” she asked, distracting his gaze from the peaking swells of her breasts that were mostly hi
The punching bag was torn and ripped to shreds with the deadly blows he delivered into it. Sweat dripped down his chiseled abs as he kicked and slammed his fist repeatedly into the bag, channeling all of his fury into it. The poor bag didn’t stand a chance against his anger when he aimed at with all his strength. It detached from the hook and crashed to the ground, thoroughly abused.His heart beat a hundred miles per hour as he pondered what he could destroy next. He was so pissed off at himself after she left that he punched a hole in the wall. He had turned the room upside down by trashing it completely. And yet, he didn’t calm down a notch.If you love something, you have to let it go. His mother once read to him. This was the one time he headed to those wise words. His brain knew it was the right thing to let her go but his heart rebelled. Ever since he set her free, he could not breathe properly. He didn’t know how many bottles of scotch he will have to go through to get her face
“Open your eyes, Mikayla” he grunted, aching to see how her amber orbs twinkled as he marked her. She tiredly parted her eye lids, not sure when she had closed them. Her pussy throbbed against his shaft when he fucked her with new vigor. Her nails dug deeper into his flesh when she felt her orgasm explode.He stared, mesmerized, at how her face morphed into pleasure while her body spasmed in his strong arms. His heart seized with discomfort when she gazed at him through her long lashes, so much trust in them. He hated that she trusted him that much.A second later he withdrew and plunged back in like he owned her, and came. It was the most intense orgasm he ever felt. He thought he would have a stroke from its intensity because he was blinded for a moment.She gently played with the unruly strands of his hair, bringing him back to earth.When he finally caught his breath, he was rendered speechless. She had made him speechless.A sad smile lifted his lips. Self-loathing filled his ches
“How can you say that? You are the one who made me love you…. You are my first kiss, my first love, my first everything. How am I supposed to survive without you?” she bellowed, nails biting into the flesh of her palms helplessly.“You will survive just fine. You have a beautiful life waiting for you. Away from the dark side of my world. You… you will find love again” he breathed, immediately hating the thought of her with another man.“How dare you decide my life? I get to choose whom I love and whom I don’t. You promised to keep me, didn’t you?” she seethed, choking on her tears.“I did promise. But things have changed now. You will go back to your old life and star-” a smack to his cheek shut him up. Before he could turn around his head, she raised on her tip toes, grabbed hold of his face and kissed him furiously.His resolve crumbled to dust the moment her softness collided with him like a thousand petals. He cursed and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his middle.She moane
The war ended with a sweeping victory for Alexi because he was able to eliminate most of Bradford’s men. He kept some of them as prisoners so that he could extract information if needed. Michael and him lead the battle while sustaining negligible injuries.“Felt great to fight beside you again” Michael reminisced while pouring a whiskey for both of them. They were alone in Alexi’s office, the night after the attack was over.Alexi responded with a nod and raised the glass to clink before bringing it to his mouth. His friend took a clean sip where as he was stuck, unable to bring himself to consume it. A certain kind of pain shot through his chest while he conjured the face of the woman he loved. Michael’s brows drew together in concern at the sudden shift of expression.“You want to talk about it?” he asked, already pouring himself another one.Alexi swallowed hard and looked away, breathing out roughly. He wished he could talk about it. He wished that he was normal enough to put wha







