Se connecterEpilogue. Michael. *Ten Months Later* “Congratulations, grams!!!” My wife's voice echoes as she walks into the patio wearing a pink bikini with an iPad in her hands. My body shudders at the sight of her in that bikini. I swear the bra is only covering her nipples, nothing else. The sight makes me gulp, and hunger stirs deep inside me.Blood rushes south immediately, making my prick rise, brushing against my wet briefs. I've just stepped out of the pool in our beachfront resort in Monaco. For the past ten months, we've been on travel tours to fifty countries. It's Christmas season now, and we decided to spend it in Monaco, and here we are, chilling whilst Laura taunts me with her body. We've not had sex in ten months, which has been difficult for me to cope with, but I understand her distance when it comes to sex. Although we've shared a few deep kisses here and there, that's just about that.I don't expect her to agree to it so easily after the horrors she experienced. I'm not
Laura.Three days later*Torture, the one thing I never knew I was capable of. I used to frown at it, but after what I’ve been through, the pains, the brutal assault and humiliation, I just know this will be my only way of healing. I don’t care how dark it is because at this moment, I feel more like the dark angel Michael always calls me. After Liam's burial, I've taken my time to torture the hell out of Igor and Raven. I woke them up this morning with my precious spiked whip, adding more damage to them that could last them a lifetime.Seeing the prisoners cower before me gives me a strange kind of power. I bask in it, circling Igor and Raven. I’m dressed to the nines in an off-the-shoulder, floor-length black dress with a long slit, a pair of black five-inch stilettos, a pearly necklace on my neck, long black gloves on my hands, and a big, round black hat covering half of my face.Igor’s lips are swollen just like his right eye as he stares at me. Raven, well, his case is differ
Laura. The villa looks like a battlefield when we enter. Dead bodies litter the floor, and the coppery scent of blood fills the air. Those still gearing up to fight halt when they see our car drive in. Their eyes widen, realization crashing through them. I alight from the car, despite Michael's insistence that I stay back. I need to see someone.Igor. I watch as Raven's men exchange a look, and then look over at Michael. “This battle isn't yours to win. It never was.” Michael's voice thunders, a hard grit to his jaw. “Your leader has been conquered. He's now a prisoner, so I suggest you surrender or meet the same fate he met.” Murmurs rise from the men, their confusion apparent. While their arguments rise in the dark night, our men haul out the one person I've been looking for. He’s a squirming mess in their hands, sputtering and cursing, wounds and blood marring his skin and perfect tuxedo.He groans when they throw him on the ground hard. He rolls, howling. His hand, which
Laura. I thought my world had ended, my fate sealed with the demon called Raven as the ceremony progressed. My mind was in a daze. Everything Boaz was saying fell on deaf ears. I just stood there like a tree, unmoving. His men chatter boisterously, hailing their demon boss as he spills vows he's never going to keep. Their mock excitement sickened me.The moment Raven put his stupid ring on me, the crowd whistled, applauding their boss for bagging a slave, not a wife. While they were happy, I was drowning in misery.Just when Raven was about to kiss me, the loud crack of a gunshot echoed. That's when my hope revived. Help came. Murmurs ripple through the crowd as the men exchange looks, fearful and confused ones. One group left to find out the cause, and we heard another sizzling blast of gunshots followed by roars. Screams. The pungent smell of blood wafts into the air. That's when tension arose, thick like plumes of smoke in the air. I noticed Raven shaking visibly, his
Michael. Redemption comes when it's least expected. Mine is here, and I grab it with two hands, not minding the map of bruises on my body.“Boris.” Bones calls, the hammer dropping from his hand. It lands with a faint thud on the floor. Boris bows his head, speaking. “We got a Morse code sent by the queen. She demanded Pahkan Oleg's help immediately in the villa.” Laura…Something swims through me. Pride, I guess. Despite her suffering, my woman didn't stop being strong. She didn't stop fighting for me and our people. I never even knew she was adept with Morse code. “I'm sorry it took us so long to come. We had to train our new recruits for the mission…” “How many men are here?” Bones asks, cutting through Boris's words. “A hundred men…” I trade glances with Bones. “They've more but can make do with a hundred men.” They nod, preparing for the impending battle. Wordlessly, Boris unzips the waist bag he's carrying and pulls out a small container with a transparent liquid. He
Michael. I thought I'd experienced the worst misery in the world before. I thought that after being locked for three months in a water tunnel where sharks made a meal out of me, nothing would ever be as painful, but I was wrong. Being held prisoner in a tunnel is not as painful as seeing my wife being abused for the past two months. It's not as painful as seeing my son torture me. Lately, I'm a shadow of myself. A man broken beyond repair.My life is invariably tied to Laura's. Whatever pain she feels, I feel it too. Whatever misery. I'm not broken because I'm being tortured. I'm broken because my wife is hurt, and worst of all, I can't do anything to help her. We were taken by surprise, crippled before I could even wrap my head around it. Now, I'm nothing more than a slave in hard labor on my own property. A punching bag for my son and his allies.Liam has tortured me with hot iron, electrified me, lacerated me, and waterboarded me. I've been forced to ràpe teenage girls I'd n
Liam. “Tell me again, honeybee, what's your name?” I hum slowly, looking down at the Milf kneeling between my legs, her hands tied behind her. She's looking at me like I'm god, the exact same look Bianca gives Dominus, and it's driving him crazy. I’ve totally changed her identity since I took her
Laura. Clearly, there's a mishap somewhere, or my mind is just processing this too far. Michael isn't about to send me out of his life, is he? Worry clogs my throat, and I suddenly become uncomfortable. He couldn't have chosen Alicia over me, could he? Is he about to dump me somewhere because I
Laura. “Of course, Madame.” The man says in response, a pearl-like gleam in his green eyes. His knees meet the floor before me, and as he crawls over like a little pet, I feel the surge of power rush through me, one I've never felt before. I never knew being a dominatrix comes with such power.
Laura. Michael releases a slow breath, head shaking like he can't believe what he's hearing. It takes a while for him to speak, and when he does, I notice something crack in his expression, like he's disappointed that I'm truly doubting his fidelity. What exactly does he expect? That I'll trust







