Elena When did I agree to return here? How was it so easy to get me back here? I keep on trying to shield my pride, but then my emotions and flesh are acting against me. Like now. “She’s now in the main house,” Mikhail stretches forth his hand to help me get down, and it makes me more hesitant to get down. Why is he being nice and gentle all of a sudden? “We agreed to make this work right?”Yes, we had an agreement. He proposed giving me a level of freedom, allowing me to visit my parents every month, and also go outside the pack house compound once a week, with guards monitoring me. His proposal sounded insane to me at first; I had even scoffed and asked him if he was joking. But he simply shrugged. His proposal was nothing close to the kind of closure I want. I wanted to be far away from him; that was my kind of freedom. But when I told him that, he reminded me of Ezekiel, and then me being an ally, and this could lead to an arrest. There’s no freedom for a prisoner. So I accept
ElenaI don't recall how many rounds we went for last night. It was pleasurable at first, but it became overwhelming when Mikhail refused to give me a break. I had even lost consciousness at some point, unable to keep up with him, and now, I can feel the aftereffect kicking in. It’s worse than I imagined. “You’re awake,” I manage to turn in the direction of the voice. Right at the door is Mikhail, with crossed arms, his shoulder leaning against the door frame. His hair is down, almost covering his eyes and preventing me from seeing them. “I was going to wake you in a few hours. You’ve been asleep for more than twelve hours. Did I tire you out that much?” “Y-you-” I’m unable to say what I want as my throat itches painfully, and I can’t help but cough. I hear a little laugh, then water pouring into a glass before Mikhail’s arms wrap around me, helping me up. It hurts sitting up, but of course, my pride comes first, so I clench my fist while he helps me up. “My hands are not hurt,
Elena I shouldn’t be heartbroken by his words, but I can feel the will to struggle deplete after his words. I lay on the bed, with my hands cuffed above my head, legs spread with the psychopath in between. I bite my lip, staring the other way as Mikhail continues to nibble on the flesh of my skin. It hurts, but there’s another feeling that comes with it, one that got my toes clenching. “Stop acting like I’m forcing you.” Joke's on you, you are. That's what I want to say, but at this moment, I don’t even want to speak with him. “Don’t think this attitude is going to make me stop,” I can feel his hands gliding down on me. It’s hard not to shiver from his touch, and holding back my moans is getting harder. “I’m being the most gentle I’ve ever been, you know that, right?” He says between kisses, and I gasp when I feel his tongue circle my nipple. As if that’s not enough, his middle finger lingers in my down area. “Tell me, you want me,” He whispers, sucking my boobs like his tryin
Elena“Where are you taking me to?” This is not the pack house. I’ve never been here before. Mikhail continues to pull me, and I continue to struggle. Taking me to an isolated island, what in the world is he thinking? Does he plan to throw me into the ocean like the way he almost let me fall off that cliff that day? Will Mikhail do that? Try to kill me? My screams get louder when he picks me up like I weigh nothing and then throws me over his shoulder. “Are you crazy?! Let me down!” He doesn’t listen. He walks into the glass house, but I am unable to take in the surroundings as I struggle against his shoulder. Soon, my back hits a soft mattress. Too soft for my liking. How can a bed be this…floaty. “Mikhail?” I can barely make out his face in this dimly lit room, and for some reason, that makes me panic more. The lighting in this room screams danger, and the heat is even more uncomfortable. I clench my fist as I call out for Mikhail again. “Mikhail. I don’t like this. Get me
Elena Here comes the psycho. “What do you want?” Mikhail rounds me and stops when he’s in front of me. Me, glaring up at him and him glaring down at me. Yes, this is how it has always been, how it’s always going to be. Him, that wants to dominate me and torture me, and I, who loathe him to the core. “Don’t play the fool, I know he was here; tell me where he went.” Has he been watching me or something? He would have stepped out right then if he was really watching me.“We have nothing to do with each other anymore,” I turn to begin walking away, but he grips my arm pulling me back. “You’re hurting me,” I wince, struggling to pull his hand away from me, but he doesn’t budge. “Should I remind you of the price to pay for helping a criminal escape,” “Ezekiel is no criminal; you made his life miserable, you are the criminal, so that rule doesn’t apply to me.” He snorts, nodding his head and making me more anxious. “Then I shall remind you who the leader is here.” Before I can spe
ElenaWe are both are the riverbank. A few distance away from where my parents live. And the hair on my neck is standing, for some reason, I’m certain Ezekiel is not the cause. Yes, I am still shocked by his presence and the fact that he’s happy to see me, but then it feels as though someone is watching or someone can pop out from nowhere and catch us together. This is insane. I’m not cheating, Ezekiel is supposed to be my husband, and I should be grateful he has come to see me. “I’m sorry,” He mutters, and guilt gnaws more at my chest. I should be the one who’s sorry. Because of me, he lost it all, his pack, his family, his arm, he lost it all because of me yet he’s apologizing. I shake my head in disagreement, tears slipping down my cheeks uncontrollably. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have pulled you into my own mess, you lost it all because of me, and I couldn’t save you.” He wraps his one arm around me, pulling me to his chest, and I realize how much I have forgotten about him,