LILIYA
"I'm going to be riding you tonight, baby."My nose twisted in disgust from the words I'd just heard from a woman beside me, as I downed yet another glass of strong alcohol. The bitter taste lingered in the back of my throat and I twisted my face in agony.Again, how did people get addicted to such an intolerable liquid? But maybe, I thought then, maybe they didn't get addicted to the alcohol itself, but the effects rather. It was a perfect escape. An easy route to temporarily escape your problems. Now that I think of it, what would we have done without alcohol?
Yes, I'd come here with something else in mind. Give Henri a taste of his own medicine by cheating back—because that was what most of the girls in the romance ebooks I'd read did, but then I realized I couldn't bring myself to do it while sober, so I decided to drown myself in drinks again.I planned to drink until I was brave enough to go off with one of the men who'd been ogling me and paying for some of my drinks. To say I was stalling at this point, was an understatement.
"You should take it easy, miss. Do you have a driver?" The bartender asked me. I frowned."Leave me alone. I'm twenty two and an adult, I'll kill myself if I want to." I slurred slowly and my chest squeezed when my thoughts drifted to what had happened earlier again. I clutched the spot where it hurt like it would stop the pain, knowing it won't. I shook my head to get rid of the reoccurring memories of us as well, but they kept barging in."Why won't it go away?" I had no business asking the bartender that but I needed to talk to someone. He leaned in, but leaned away as fast as he did, his face suddenly dimming with something that resembled fear. I raised a brow and turned to see what he was looking at. No one was there, so I turned back to him."You're weird." I told him, finally pulling myself to my feet to carry on with what I was here for. I grabbed a random guy's arm and was about to place my lips on his when I got punched by his girlfriend in return."Ow! Not the face!" I whisper-yelled and she gripped my arm."Touch him again and you're dead." She threatened and dragged him with her. I ignored the pain in my face—no, actually, I basked in it as it was a distraction from the heart-wrenching pain in my heart. I was about to move to my second target when I was grabbed by a strong hand and pulled out of the club."Hey, hey! I know you're in a hurry to get into my pants but could you be a little bit discreet about it?" I yelled, then gasped immediately after, when I got slammed against a wall in the dark alleyway he'd brought me to. His scent which was a mix of expensive Arabic perfumes hit my nose right away, intoxicating me. I felt up my attacker's biceps then, and oohed. He was so much more fit than Henri. Now I wanted him even more, but why was he not moving?"Are you going to fuck me or not?" I asked him shamelessly, then winced at how desperate I sounded. He still wasn't touching me, so after squinting my eyes to see him better and failing to do so in the thick darkness, I patted his beard and announced with a slur, "Fine, then. I'm sorry, I wish.. I wish I could stand here all night with you, but I need.. to get back at Henri for tearing my heart apart. Seeee yoouuu."I began to leave but he pulled me back by my throat and bent to pepper kisses along my collarbone. My knees grew weak instantly, and I wasn't sure if it was from the kisses or his rough hold around my throat. Probably both.
I didn't know where I got the boldness from, when I grabbed his face and slammed my lips against his. He grunted like a depraved animal, but didn't kiss me back. It was like he was holding back; trying to control himself.. but why? I reluctantly pulled away from his hot lips and grinded against him, stopping abruptly when I felt a raging hard on. My eyes widened. If what I felt was his dick, maybe it was time to bolt?"I-Is that—" I started without looking up at his face, but he cut me off by lifting my chin with two fingers and slamming his lips against mine. I tried to keep up, lick for lick, stroke for stroke, bite for bite.. but it wasn't long before I couldn't keep up any longer and I just stood there, letting him fuck my mouth like he owned it. Soon, my feet was off the ground and he walked with me towards.. God knows where...Again, maybe it was time to say goodbye and leave, but everything about the situation I was in turned me on beyond repair. It was definitely the alcohol, I would never let a stranger handle me so roughly when I was sober. Right?By the time a door slammed close behind us, I was hot all over, so much that I even whimpered in disappointment when his lips left mine. His hand reached out to flick the light on but I grabbed his arm, stopping the action. I didn't want the mystery to end, for some reason. Okay, and maybe I didn't want him to get turned off on seeing how disheveled I looked."I... I'd rather not see your face, please? I'd really like it to be a no strings attached kinda thing..." I pleaded and he was quiet for sometime before wrapping his palm around my throat in a chokehold. It was so embarrassing how soaked I was at the moment. I mean, this man hadn't done anything but kiss me and I was already putty in his arms...The sound of my dress ripping apart had me gasping in pure shock. Did he just..? Before I could properly think, his fingers found my nipples and he twisted, then rubbed them until my knees bucked. He held me up by my hip, then latched his mouth unto my neck, sucking harshly. I tried to clench my thighs but he used a knee to push them apart, then lodged said knee directly under my crotch.A needy sound filled the room and I realized in horror that the sound came from me. I slapped my palm over my mouth in embarrassment, and he snatched it off almost immediately."I want to hear you scream, princess." He hummed against my right ear with the smoothest british accent I'd ever heard, and the sound travelled directly to my core. He sounded familiar in a way, but I couldn't think straight in my condition to figure it out. I grinded against his dick again and he growled, palming my full breasts."Then fuck me. I'll scream all you want, just fuck me, please..." I begged, all embarrassment flying out the window. I heard the sound of his zipper first, before he slid his boxer briefs downwards and his dick sprung out. I let out a small shriek at the sight. There was no way in hell that dick would fit in my virgin hole. This man was carrying around a whole 7inch monster in his pants? This is goodbye."Um, I'm sorry..." I started, but the shredding noise of the rest of my dress stopped me. Next was my panties, and I was about to scream about how expensive it was, when he kissed me again. Softer, like my lips were a piece of art that he was exploring.My weak knees were dying again, but luckily, he still held me up. The crown of his dick suddenly rubbed against my core and I downright shivered. He exhaled a bit as well. I loved to see how much effect I had on him... At least I wasn't the only one feeling this...
One moment, I'm standing and the next, I'm on my knees for this stranger."What now?" I questioned stupidly. He not-so-gently smacked my lips with his dick then, and I opened up slowly."Now, I'm going to fuck that mouth."LILIYAI was going to die.Apparently, this man did not lie when he said he'd be fucking my mouth. I was now a mess on my knees with my palms on his hard thighs, my oxygen supply limited considerably and my face red from his assault. It was almost like he was punishing me for something, and I knelt there, opening my mouth wider anytime he commanded me to.His dick slammed into my mouth repeatedly, reaching places I'd never dreamt of any man getting to. I was so tempted to touch myself, but the two times I'd tried, he'd smacked my hands away. My eyes were filled with tears which trailed down to my breasts, but he kept going with the same merciless rhythm."Fuck," he muttered suddenly and pulled me up by my arm abruptly, with his dick still hard as a rock. His dick left my mouth with a pop. He hadn't cum yet after he'd fucked my mouth for so long? I was thrown onto a mattress before I got an answer to my unasked question and I propped up on my elbows to watch him unbutton his shirt in t
DICERunning late for my wedding was not the plan.I was not known for being late at events, but today, I had a business to finish before I could head to the wedding venue. Almost an hour had passed and the bastard before me was still refusing to give me the answers I requested for. I needed to wrap this up.I tilted my head to the side wordlessly and Ethan, one of my guards, slammed the heel of his metal gun against the fucker's temple. He yelped, and blood splashed on my navy blue suit from wherever. I bent to his level and meeting his tired eyes, I told him the words that usually did it for anyone,"Since you are not ready to give us information on where your boss ran off to, I'll take care of it myself, but that would be after I visit your two children and pregnant wife, waste them, and bring the woman's head to you on a platter. I could make it gold, if you want." I saw the raw fear in his eyes before his face showed it. Bingo. Threatening with the family worked everytime. I coul
LILIYA"... welcome to the start of your worst nightmare."I gulped and sat back straight. Worst nightmare? Just what kind of grudge did this man hold against me? After a few seconds, I turned to him again, trying so hard to not look at his fingers or anywhere else that could remind me of that night. He'd probably forgotten about it it anyways. Me? Not so much."Why? You were the one who left." I accused. He scoffed, then tilted his head to look at me with those pitch black eyes like I was some pest. I willed myself to keep my eyes on him, even if his eyes spat larva directly on my skin."Of course. I reckon it is about this time that I get the blame for leaving my bestfriend behind without saying goodbye?" He asked in a taunting manner. I looked away briefly, fisting my palms to calm my nerves."What exactly are you mad about, Dice?" I queried with annoyance, looking at him again. A shiver ran through my spine when I saw that his eyes were still on me.Dice's jaw ticked monstrously
LILIYAHe pushed away from me before I could question the meaning of his statement. Then, he called a help to take me back to my room. That day was the last I'd seen him around.One week after that day, I was huddled in my room, dressed in baggy boy shorts and an oversized hoodie, whilst emailing Papa about the thousands of reasons I would not agree to be an ordinary housewife to Dice. I could not believe Papa had spent millions to send me to one of the best colleges, only to decide that I'd be a housewife because Dice said so. Speaking of Dice, I really needed to give that man a piece of my mind already—when he reappeared from wherever he was hiding.A reply from my last message came immediately, ‘I will take care of everything, soon, malyshka. Trust me.’I allowed myself a tear in that moment, as reality dawned on me. Dice's revenge probably involved taking my dreams away as well. Just who did he think he was? Slamming my laptop shut and wiping the tear, I half-ran to the kitchen t
LILIYADice tilted his head to whisper against my ear in that smooth British accent, "Bold of you to think I would be repeating the mistake I made that night. If I want to fuck a woman, I'd get one."Gasping, I took some steps back and hot tears pricked the back of my eyes. He stared back at me with those blank eyes as I struggled to get a grip of myself."You'd rather pay to fuck a woman than your wife?" I asked him sourly. "I'd pay anything they asked, if it meant that I won't lay my hands on you." He responded matter-of-factly."I hate you, God, I don't know what you've turned into and I hate this new you so much." I spat out, my entire body shaking with anger. He smirked, because he never smiled; the sadist."Feeling is mutual, princess."I asked then, "Then why did you get married to me? You should've married one of those women." "Those women do not deserve a man like me, princess. You, on the other hand..." He trailed off, knowing that I'd gotten the point."Why? Why do I dese
DICEShe shook her head no, automatically, a blush coating her cheeks. I had no good reason to ask her to sit on my lap, of course, but there was no turning back now. "You are forgetting you have to keep me happy, princess." I told her. She crossed her arms around her chest and stared pointedly at me, until she made her decision.Then, she scooted closer to my side and gently placed herself on my lap. Her body was on mine again. Focus.I reached out and pushed her silky hair to the side. She shifted on my lap, her breathing labored, and I held her hip still at once. At this rate, I was sure she felt the hardness of my cock against her ass. The traitor always betrayed me whenever this woman was in sight; even with the hideous clothes she usually wore.I picked up the spoon then, and started to gather some rice with it. She gasped and asked in a raspy tone, "W-what are you doing?" I brought the spoon to her lips. "Open."She turned to face me, her eyes searching for something in mine.
LILIYAOn this day, after two weeks of being married to Dice, I was finally going out. I should be excited, but I wasn't really. It was why I dreaded going out; I knew the paparazzi was going to come for me.If it was some years back, in highschool, I'd jump at the thought of being photographed by picture-hungry journalists, but a lot of things changed after highschool.Though I was in some sort of prison with Dice, I was not restricted from going out. Only, I could not go out for a job interview of any kind and I was also not allowed to head out without one of those robotic guards.One last glance at the mirror and I decided I was good to go. I mean, no one could go wrong with a flannel shirt, a camisole and cute baggy jeans, right? I hoped so. I just really wanted to be comfortable.I adjusted my glasses and raced down the stairs like a child on heavy sugar, then stopped in my tracks when I was finally downstairs. Cecilia stood there, in the middle of the hall, smiling lovingly at a
DICEFor the first time since our marriage, I was back home before my wife. I had threatened her guard twice about firing her, but it seemed like the twat had some other job elsewhere anyways.Just as I was about to drop my pride and shoot her a text, the front door pulled open. I jerked up from the couch where I sat, willing myself to appear as organized as I could.Liya entered, smiling like a fool whilst looking through her phone. I checked my phone to confirm that I hadn't sent her any text. Who the hell had her smiling like that?She looked up from her phone as soon as the thought crossed my mind and then, she flashed her pearly whites at me. "Hey, husband." "Where were you?" I went straight to the point. She rolled her eyes—fuck, I hated her attitude—and then, she replied,"Went shopping. Got done up. Made new friends, all of that." I gave her a quick once over now, and yes, she'd styled her hair differently and her nails looked new. Her face looked softer too, she probably had