Milana I'm torn on how and what to feel. First Viktor tells me that what we have is just sex and then he goes on to take care of me. I can't help it! Him taking care of me, makes me want him more. Not only do I want him, I like him. A lot. We did not have sex last night. After he kissed me good night, we just slept in each other’s hands and it felt so peaceful. It felt like I was where I was supposed to be and everything felt so right. I liked being in his warm arms and I slept so peacefully. Viktor is not in the room. He left earlier and I was awake when he did. He went to meet Annika and I'm still trying to convince myself to forget about the incident that happened. Nobody got hurt. Annika is fine and safe, Viktor is and I will never say anything about Maksim to Viktor again. Never. I just want to gather enough money and leave that marriage. I want to be free. Viktor is not yet back and I'm certain that he's already so caught up with Annika. I don't leave his room yet, I clean t
Milana Viktor had been so busy this past week. After the near-death accident, he had been leaving the house very often and Annika had also resumed school. The guards that now accompanied her to school were two. Sometimes it would be me, vion and Boris or me, another guard, and either of them. Her security had been tightened and I was very sure the rebels would never get to her. That was if they would be able to go near her. I still felt bad each time I remembered that all of it was my fault, and sometimes I would just zone out, thinking of how to tackle things as they were just so messed up. Viktor and I had not been having sex either, like I said, he had been so busy and we barely had any time together and I still get embarrassed each time I see him and I remember that he actually caught me masturbating with his shirt. That should be the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me and I wish I can forget what had happened. It's Saturday and I don't know if I should go hom
Viktor I was dragged to come here. To Mikhail's club of course. He kept whining about how I had to come and Nikolai finally graced the club with his presence, so I agreed and here I am. And I fucking bored, I don't enjoy having any of the ladies dancing around me and there is a big urge to push away the one that is currently dancing on my lap. She should fuck off. The only person I want riding my dick is Milana and it should be when I'm fucking her as her naked soft breasts bounce on my face. “You don't look like you want to be here. The Viktor of the past would have taken one of the women in to fuck. Or are you not enjoying my strippers? Do you want me to change them?” Mikhail leans towards me and there is a smirk plastered on his face as I push away the lady sitting in my lap. In fact, I drive both of the ladies away. “Shut up, Mikhail.” I snap at him as I push him away. Now I'm the one left to suffer from his annoyance. Nikolai and Alexei are both playing cards and they actually
Viktor What is she talking about? Fuck someone else? I think Milana is getting the wrong idea of things. She thinks I'm fucking someone else. I'm not. “Milana dear,” I call in a low and soft voice, but she suddenly interrupts me. “Do not talk to me or call my name either. You can go back to the women that you were with. Of course, they are more beautiful and hotter than me.” She lets out a bitter laugh and then she sniffles. “I'm out of here. Get out of my way.” She attempts to push me aside but I stop in front of her, holding her back. “I'm not going to allow you to go outside, dressed like this. Stay the fuck in, Milana.” “Why are you allowed to fuck around but I'm not? You have women hovering around but you crash out when a man slaps my butt.” She pauses and then she gulps, slowly taking in a deep breath. Her steps are wavering a bit and I will not allow her to go out. She will only get herself more drunk. “You men are assholes. All of you are fucking jerks and cheating bastar
Viktor Milana smells so good and once I place my tongue on her wet folds. I know that it has become my new addiction. It tastes like a drug, an addicting one. And it feels like I would actually lose it if I didn't get to taste this drug every morning. I make sure that our position is comfortable, my hold on her waist firm and she latches onto my hair. She smells so fucking nice. She smells like mine. Mine. “Viktor.” Milana moans and I feel her fingers digging into my skull. Well, I've not started yet. Her rosy smell hits my nose and I finally move my tongue that I settled on her folds as I give it a long lick. Fuckkk. I give it another lick yet again and I don't want to stop. She tastes so fucking good. Better than I'd imagined. I'm not a huge fan of eating pussy, but this has suddenly become an addiction. A huge one.“Oh…my God….please don't stop. It feels so good.” She urges me, her hands gripping my hair tight and I can't help but smile against her pussy. I lick her pussy again
Milana My head is spinning, and my legs feel wobbly. I just had one of the hottest and dirtiest sex of my life. I can't feel my legs as I lie on top of Viktor, naked from my lower waist down. We are still in the club. I lie on him, our bodies sticky with sweat and cum.He gave me a headjob and fuck, it feels heavenly. It was magical with the way his tongue ran through my folds and slowly drove into my opening as he fucked me. I want to experience that again.I crashed out after seeing him with those ladies and thought to get a man for myself. But I felt sick after that man forcefully touched my butt. We began to argue and I was already feeling lightheaded due to the drink that I had. Also, Zoya disappeared to God knows where. “Are you sleeping?” My voice is soft and I can hear Viktor's calm heartbeats. We just had sex without a condom for the first time and this felt much more intimate than the past sex that we have been having. I feel closer to him. I'm still taking the pills once
Milana I wake up feeling a sharp pain, but it's not from the soreness of having sex yesterday. It's something else. Fuck, my period!! There is no way I will not recognize the pain from the day I dread the most in every month. It's today and I literally lost track of time. I have not been calculating. I'm about to move when I feel the wetness between my legs and liquid gushes out from my vagina. I squirm and I'm about to run out of the bed as I'm not wearing any underwear but just his shirt, when I realize that I'm not alone. Viktor is on the bed with me. He's lying on the bed and I'm on his bed. This is so fucking messed up. I'm stained. His bed is. “Oh my god,” I mutter and I feel my heart sink. I have a heavy flow on every first day of my period and I'm still lying on the bed without a sanitary pad. What do I do, I pull the duvet up to my chest and I turn to face Viktor. He will wake up soon. Once he senses that I'm awake and moving, he will open his eyes. Viktor is not a heavy s
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
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