Milana Annika stands excitedly by the door as she makes me wait side by side with her, waiting for someone. I don't know who, but she looks so happy since Viktor broke the news that he would be returning. She hasn't stopped bubbling with excitement since then and has now made me stand outside the door to wait. We can seriously wait inside. “We can wait inside, Annika. What if they don't come till evening? We can't keep standing..” I try to reason with her, but Annika shakes her head. She still refuses to go on. “They will be here soon. Papa told me that he would be coming early.” my brows crease. “And who's this he?” “My friend. I'll introduce you to him and make you both friends too. Boris went to bring him and they should—” Her voice trails off and her eyes widen in excitement when she catches sight of three cars driving towards us. I gulp nervously, feeling kind of curious to see who the friend is that she's so excited about. The first car stops and the other two stop behind
Viktor I'm in my office, holding a cigarette to my mouth as I just sit, lost in thoughts. In thoughts of Milana. Like fuck! I still can't get her out of my head, I can't have sex with any other woman either. They don't get me hard and the only time I get hard is when I think of Milana. I hate this shit a lot. The slight knock that comes on my door, causes me to lift my head. “Come in,” It's Vion. He gently closes the door behind him and his once cheerful expression is gone. Vion can be cheerful and lethal at the same time. He's very close to Annika, seeing his carefree nature and he's the least intimidating amongst all my guards. Boris is very intimidating, but he just tones it down when it comes to Annika. They are my most trusted guards and Bion left to take care of an assignment for me. While Boris is 35, me 32, vion is 25. He's also the youngest. “Boss,” He calls and I only nod at him, urging him to go on and speak as I extinguish my cigar in an ashtray. I'm not a heavy smoker
Milana I take a deep breath as I stand in front of my house. Coming back to this house feels like coming back to hell. I hate it here. There is no peace, and it sucks that I'm going to stay here for another two days. Right now, I can wait for Monday to come so I can go back to Viktor's place. I love it there. They are all nice people—Boris, Vion, my dearest Annika, and even Viktor. He loves acting grumpy and cold, but he's kind and soothing. His touches are so calming, sending shivers through my spine each time he touches me or we accidentally touch. His gaze is intense most of the time and causes my body to shiver. I love his grey eyes a lot, and I'm not supposed to. He's my Boss. Since the day I helped him sort out some files, I have been offering to help, and when he refuses, I insist, and he just agrees. I really enjoy my conversations with him and I'm glad that he trusts me with his office work. Wait until he finds out about the truth. A voice sounds in my head, and I suck in
Milana I was so relieved once Monday came again and I saw Boris’s car parked in front of my house. There was this untold joy brewing in me when I picked up my purse. I didn't bother to pack my bags as I left some clothes at Viktor's place. And I'm not coming back to this house anytime soon. Maksim told me not to return home until I brought back valuable information. I had to think of a way to deal with Maksim without giving him any information about Viktor. But now's the time to leave before he actually kills me. Boris told me that Vion went to drop Annika off at school, and he would be bringing her back. So, there was no need for me to go to her school; he would drop me off at home. “You should go in from here. I'm leaving. I have some errands to run.” A small smile grazes my lips, and I slowly step out of the car. “Thank you so much, Boris. I really appreciate your help. I don't know how I will repay your kindness.” I tell him. He always drives me home and then drives me back he
Milana I truly regret having her as my mother. It has to be one of the worst things that has ever happened to me. A curse. She and Maksim are both curses in my life. They are barriers in my life and I cannot just work out with them in my life. Too bad my father died so soon and young. Sometimes, I wish that she died instead. Maybe life would have been so much better if Dad lived. I wouldn't have been in an abusive marriage and I would be working, probably as a well-known ballerina because I was good in it or a company. More tears fill my eyes as I remember the gruesome way in which he died. “I really wish Dad was here,” I say in a croaked voice and I feel my heart twist with pain. “Don't bring him into this Milana.” Mom warms but I'm not done. “I really wish Dad was the one here with me and not you!” My voice is harsh and I don't care how it's going to affect her. I don't. “Milana!!”“I’ve had it up to here!!” I place my hand on my neck, tapping myself there as I cry hard. I've
Viktor I fucking lost it! I've lost my mind, really. Milana Morozova has made me lose my mind. I was in my office when I heard the sound of a woman crying, and I knew at once that it was going to be her. From how hard she was crying, I initially thought that someone died in her family, but she confirmed that no one died. I totally lost it when she asked me if she was attractive. Are you kidding me? Milana is hot, sexy, and cute. The oversized clothes and fur coats that she wears does not do her any fucking justice. Mikhail doesn't just set his eyes on women and till date, he's still asking me to link him and Milana together. That will be in his fucking dreams. He wants to fuck her not only because of the thrill of fucking a married woman but its because he finds her attractive. He's lusting after her, like….me. Milana makes me lose my mind. I know she's having problems in her marriage. I've been observing her and I became the Bratva strategist because of my brain. So I've gathered
Milana I've been sitting in my room now for almost an hour, in awe as I touch and lick my lips repeatedly. I blush each time I remember the kiss I had with Viktor. It was hot and I loved it. Fuck! I love how rough he was and his smell… I can't seem to get it off my head and I don't want to. This should be one of the best kisses I've had. I've not kissed Maksim before, but I kissed Yulian and his kisses are sloppy compared to Viktor’s. His kiss spoke volumes and ignited a fire through my entire body. I keep blushing and blushing. I don't even know what pushed him to kiss me, but I'm glad that he did. I needed it. I needed something to distract me from my misery and that kiss was exactly what I needed. That was why I begged him to kiss me when he pulled away the first time. I can still feel his earthy masculine smell on me and I'm still finding it hard to believe that I kissed Viktor. It sounds skeptical when I think about it more and more. It feels like a dream and if not for his s
Milana It's been a whole week of silence after the kiss with Viktor. And there's silence between me and him. He is avoiding me and I don't need someone to tell me that. We were never close to begin with, and now he's avoiding me like a plague. He does not even spare a glance at me and whenever he's talking to Annika, he avoids eye contact with me. “Milana, are you going home now?” Annika asks, pushing her head through my door. I'm arranging my clothes in the closet when she comes in and a smile grazes my lips the moment I see her. “No dear,” I tell her and she excitedly opens the door. “Really??” She runs into my room and comes straight to hug me. I'm not going back home this weekend. Maksim asked me not to return home unless I'm bringing back information about Viktor. I don't have that now. And even if I were to really spy on Viktor, I would not have gotten anything about him now. There is nothing to get about that man. There is nothing to know about him. He's very secretive ab
Viktor “Viktor,” I turn upon hearing my name and I keep a neutral look on my face when Yelena approaches me. There is a soft smile on her face as she walks towards me. She’s wearing a blue dress that stops just above her knee and her straightened brunette hair stops right above her shoulders. There's heavy makeup on her face and I must say, Yelena exudes an aura wherever she goes. She is Vladimir’s daughter. “Hello.” I keep my tone professional and she finally stands in front of me. Her perfume hits my nose immediately and I almost puke. I don't like the smell of it. It's too harsh. I've gotten so used to Milana that I love her natural scent a lot. She hardly uses expensive perfumes and still smells so good. Like roses. “I'm so glad that I've been able to meet you. I came running here once Mikhail told me that the both of you came together. How have you been?? How's Annika? I guess she misses her aunty a lot.” Yelena chuckles. Annika knows Yelena and they've not met for over a year
Viktor Milana was really testing me. She actually decided to suck my dick and it felt so good that I was losing it and wanted Mikhail to leave as soon as possible. I was supposed to go meet him but I canceled all my plans after seeing the marks on Milana’s body. I already locked my door and no one will be barging in.Milana's eyes fill with tears and I smirk as I stare down at her. She looks so good having my cock in her mouth and she's going to finish what she started. Was she trying to tease me when she knew that Mikhail was here and that I could lose control when it came to her? My control snaps once it comes to Milana. I become an untamed beast. She keeps her mouth open and I fuck her mouth hard. My thrusts are violent and urgent as I feel the need to cum. In her mouth. I've not cummed in her pussy before as Milana is so intent on being careful about getting pregnant. I already got her birth control pills and I don't know if she's taking them yet. I'll ask when I'm about to fuck
Milana It's Mikhail. Viktor’s scary friend. The huge and intimidating one. They are all tall, but Mikhail and Nikolai scare me. Alexei is less intimidating and I've gotten more used and comfortable with Viktor. He no longer scares me like before. I gulp and I try not to breathe so hard. It would be so messed up if Viktor's friend catches me under his table, half-naked. I didn't even get to wear my sweater. And Viktor? I almost burst out laughing when I see his hard dick from under the table. He did not even get to tuck it inside and he's still fully hard.“Boss, I tried to stop him. He—” “Quiet Boris. I already came in. You can go.” Mikhail dismisses Boriz and I know that he leaves when I hear footsteps and the door closes. “Barging into my house and my office is rude Mikhail,” Viktor speaks for the first time, his voice dangerously low and Mikhail scoffs. “And bailing on me is disrespectful. How dare you? I waited for over an hour and you sent Boris to tell me that something cam
Milana I really have no idea how things got to this point, me telling Viktor about Maksim and his abuse. I really did not want to tell him about it. It was not my intention to let him know, but Viktor had seen the marks on my body. They were so stubborn this time and refused to heal quickly. Zoya even pitied me when she was helping me to apply some ointment on them, and I had to beg her not to pick up her phone as she wanted to call the police. “Why are you angry?” I ask Viktor again, and he sucks in a deep breath. He just had forgotten that he was supposed to stop talking to me when he saw the same marks, and he just grabbed me. And I think that's a good thing as Viktor is now talking and maybe I can get the reason for his anger out of his mouth. “I'm angry because of you, Milana. You.” He replies in a stern tone that does not sound so hard, and my eyes widen. Me? What did I do to get him so angry, even to the point that he did not want to look at me or even talk to me? “Me?” I s
Viktor He does. Her husband beats her up. My answer is right in front of me. Maksim abuses Milana because what in the hell are those ugly marks on her body? I was still very angry at Milana for other reasons but I still noticed that there was a red mark at the side of her neck and that was when I decided to check what it was and I noticed red, ugly cane marks and then, the fingerprints on her face. They were barely visible but I was not stupid enough to not know that she was slapped. “Answer my question. Does your husband abuse you? Did he do this?” My voice is lower this time as a crying Milana already looks so scared. My heart cuts when she slowly nods her head and blurts out a soft yes. He does beat her up. He was the one who beat her this badly. What did she do to him that made him hit a woman this much? And the bastard used a came. I suck in a deep breath and I ask in a soft voice, “How long has this been going on? How long has he been abusing you?”“For two years now. Since w
Milana It was finally Monday, and things had just been messy for me. After running away from Maksim, I spent my weekend at Zoya’s house. When Vion was coming to pick me up, I was lucky that I had his number and directed him to come pick me up at a spot instead. That was how we both went to Annika’s school and returned home afterward. Viktor was not home when he got home, and it did not seem like he was going to return early. I had missed him so much, and I wanted to see him and hug him as I felt his warmth. I had already decided to wait for him until he came back that evening. To pass the time, I taught Amnika some ballet steps. After that, I assisted her with her assignment before she told me that she was tired. I made her dinner and sent some to Vion and Boris before taking Annika to bed. And here I am, waiting for Viktor in the sitting room. I'm waiting patiently for him to come back. He returns home just when the clock hits nine, and when I hear footsteps, I stand up to my feet
Milana My hand is shaky as I place it on the doorknob. I have come home and don't know why I feel it's a terrible idea. It is a bad idea. Returning to this house is a horrible idea, and things never end well. It takes everything within me to open the door as I walk into the house. The first person I see is my greatest nightmare—Maksim, who looks like he was just waiting for me. “I brought your money,” I utter, my voice low and shaky, but Maksim scoffs, and I watch as he abruptly stands up to his feet.“You've been growing wings Milana.” Each step he takes closer to me makes my heart race and it feels like I'm going closer to death itself. I should probably drop his money and run away, but I can't do that. Maksim always finds a way to bring me back to this house by threatening me. If only I could get the money that I'm owning me but I've not gathered up to that amount and I can't even find someone to burrow from. Something keeps telling me to tell Viktor about this. He's rich, he ca
Milana A week later and we are back to the weekend. This past week has been so unforgettable. I was given a princess treatment by Viktor throughout my period and I spent every night in his room. We did not fuck, but he took so much care of me by preparing me warm baths and making sure that I was comfortable. We also slept with Viktor cuddling me and once I finished my period by Thursday, he kept me up all through the night. The sex that night was so hot that I was not able to get out of bed the next day. I stayed at home on Friday and Viktor took Annika to school. We did not have sex Friday evening because I was still too sore and I knew that I would not be able to take him.It's Saturday and I'm not going home today. I don't want to go to that house. I don't want to meet Maksim instead or even talk to him, but it seems like I'm destined and cursed to talk to him and my phone rings the moment his thought crosses my mind. Maksim calls and I frown, before picking up the call. I would
Milana After freshening up, I go downstairs and meet Annika and Viktor having breakfast. He has already cooked. “Good morning, Milana.” Annika smiles at me, and I wave at her, muttering a good morning. Since Viktor has already cooked, I think I should go upstairs, as I'm not feeling too well. My stomach is hurting, and I need some rest. I turn to leave when Viktor's voice jolts me, and I immediately turn to face him. “Where are you going?” he asks me, and I slowly clear my throat. “I'm going upstairs. I need to rest. I'm not feeling too well.” I tell him, slowly wrapping my hands around my stomach, which is beginning to ache so much. Fuck, I need to get my pills. “Sit, " he utters, pointing at the chair near him, and my eyes widen in confusion. What is he saying? And what does he mean by “I should sit?” It's his dining table, and I'm just a nanny. I've never sat at this table, and I don't think that it's appropriate for me to sit there. “B…b…but y…yo…you..” “Sit, Milana. Join us