Dear readers,
Please note that although this story has a Russian theme, it is written in English. When reading dialogue, please assume that characters are speaking in Russian, even though it appears in English. This is the book 2 in the Dark Desires Series and book one is Dark Obsessions, a MM romance. Maddest Obsseions will be out soon! I did not upload it because I'm still working with a few adjustments on the plot. XoxoMilana I got the job!! I've been employed as Annika’s nanny. I was so happy when Viktor told me. Not only would I get a huge amount as my salary, but I would also be free from that hell I call a marriage. I have not been so happy for a while now. I'll be living at Viktor’s place and that only means five days without beatings and scoldings. I would be free from Maksim for five fucking days. I will finally have some peace of mind. I went straight to my workplace to quit my job and then I told Zoya about the good news. I was going to start work tomorrow. Viktor had me give him my house address as someone would pick me up tomorrow. “How was your interview?” Maksim asks the moment I walk into the house. I pause in my tracks, nervously looking down in fear. I'm scared of Maksim. This man is a beast and every time he comes near me, it's to hit me. “F…F…”“Give me straight answers! Enough with the fucking stutters!!” He snaps angrily at me and I walk backwards when he rises to his feet.
Milana Maksim left early this morning and I already packed my things that I would need to stay at Viktor’s place for the week. It’s Wednesday, so I only packed things that I will need for two more days. I was so glad when Maksim left. The slap he gave me yesterday left his fingerprints on my face and he actually returned home with a woman yesterday. I was locked up in my room, completely helpless as the sound of them fucking filled my ears. There was nothing that I could do, I couldn’t even sleep. Was I not pretty enough for Maksim to have sex with? I swear, I’m hotter than some of the women he brings home. Why can’t he just look at me? I kept on hearing the sounds of their bed creaking and the woman moaning out my husband’s name so loudly before I finally fell asleep. It was already 10 in the morning and I was waiting patiently for whoever Viktor said would come and pick me up. At exactly 10 minutes after 10, I hear a car honk and I quickly rush to the window. A relieved look ap
Viktor “So were you able to get a nanny for Annika?” Alexei asks and I only nod, taking slow sips from my drink. Getting Milana as Annuka’s nanny was unplanned and it was done on short notice. Something happened to her old nanny. She tried to hurt my daughter and I killed her. In the most gruesome ways ever. “I hope this one stays. Changing her nannies all the time is not healthy. She's still so little to experience many toxic things.” Exactly. I'm so busy but I try to spend at least two hours with Annika every day. Sometimes I don't spend time with her at all but she never complains and plays on her own. I know that it's hurting her inside that she is alone most of the time but she smiles to cover it. That's why I took her to a school where no one could know of her identity as my daughter. I want her to live a normal life and make friends normally. She will not make friends as the daughter of Viktor Ivanov, nor will her friends be scared of her because of her father's reputation.
Milana Annika was really happy to see me. She jumped to hug me the moment she saw me. She was in her room, reading a book. She's so smart for her age. I moved my bags to my room and Boris left. “I'm so glad that you are here, Milana. Papa told me that you were coming today and I have been waiting for you.” She says as I follow her back into her room. Her room is so pretty, neat and coordinated. She's so neat for a six-year-old. I still can't believe that she was alone in here. “I'm glad too. And I'm going to do my best for you, Annika. I hope we get along well.” I tell her. We are already getting along and I hope that it goes on like that. “Which book were you reading?” I ask curiously, and my eyes land on the book which seems to be an English book. “It's a book that Papa got me. It's for beginners in English. I'm trying to perfect my English.” Viktor told me that. He said that I would be giving Annika English lessons. Luckily, I'm very good at English. “How good are you now in
Viktor Milana quickly wipes her tears as she sees me and then her eyes widen in horror and she begins to stammer. “Y..you're back.” She stutters and I just shrug my shoulders lightly. Obviously. I didn't mean to listen to her conversation, but my legs refused to move either when she was talking and it appeared like she had problems with her mother. Well, that shouldn't be my concern. She should sort out whatever problems that she has. “You can go to your room. Good night.” I dismiss her with a single wave of my hands. Milana opens her mouth to speak, but she closes her mouth again. She looks confused and I know that she's trying to tell me something. “Milana,” I call, my tone neutral and she abruptly turns to face me. “Sir, do you need anything.” I inhale slowly, pushing my hand into my left pocket. I don't need anything from her except her taking care of my daughter, but it seems like she requires something and is currently contemplating whether she should ask or not.
Milana I make sure to wake up early the next morning as I don't want to mess things up. I will have to do my best, but each time I think of doing my best, I get a sickening feeling at the thought of what Maksim wants me to do. I don't and can't spy on anyone. I feel so bad. Viktor might be an ass, but he literally agreed to give me an advance payment. My former boss would never do this. Once he pays me, I will send some money to Mom and save up the rest. It's best I work and save up the money to give to Maksim and get a divorce afterwards without giving him any information about Viktor and that's if he doesn't kill me before them. I freshen up quickly and go to the kitchen to cook. When I've almost gotten to the kitchen, I'm net with the aroma of food and I frown. I thought that Viktor had no workers here, so who's cooking? I decide to check it out, stepping into the kitchen. To my dismay, I meet Viktor there, with an apron tied around his neck and his cooking. I freeze, blinking
Milana After I went home for the weekend, the first notification I got on my phone was a credit alert from Viktor. He sent the money. I was so very happy, but all my happiness died down when I stepped into the house. It was a total mess. The room reeked of sex, the sitting room was unswept and the plates in the kitchen were not washed. Everywhere smelled of rotten food and to think that I was only gone for two days. Maksim never even bothered to wash the plates or clean the house, but he brought in women to fuck. I felt hot tears trickling in my eyes as I stood in the middle of the kitchen. Where was I going to start from? My so-called husband was not even home. I guessed I had to start working. I had no choice. It took me three hours before I was finally able to clean the whole house and when I finished, I was so exhausted that I went straight to bed. When I Woke up again, Maksim was not yet back and it was already 9 in the evening. I couldn't call him. Maksim would never pick up
Milana I smile the moment I approach Annika’s room, carrying a glass of milk. I stand by the door, secretly watching as she dances to the music, her little feet moving in perfect rhythm. She twirls, her eyes shining with joy, lost in the magic of ballet. A sweet smile spreads across her face as she dances, unaware of my admiring gaze.“You’re good.” I can't help but say and Annika jolts, as her eyes widen. She quickly runs to turn off the music on her phone. I go into the room, gently closing the door behind me. “Do you take ballet classes?” I can't help but ask, settling down her glass of milk. She’s lacking in a few areas, but with the perfect guidance, Annika is going to be a pro at dancing ballet. “Sadly, no.” A solemn look appears on her face. I watch as she sits at the edge of the bed, picking up her glass of milk which she takes a sip from.“Why?” I ask softly. “Papa does not approve of it.” “Oh.” I mouth. That explains everything. She was not dancing with the ballet shoes
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
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 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
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
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 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
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