Mag-log inCASSIA’S POINT OF VIEW.My breath ceased in my throat, and my eyes widened at his command…” Viktor….please….he’ll know what’s going on.” I whispered between moans, his cock still slid in and out of me deliciously, this time, hitting a different spot inside me that left not only stars behind my eyes, my toes curling, but also, I felt as if I was floating on something….and I never wanted to come down. Panic tightened every muscle in my body, but the sexy, cruel bastard only responded with a vicious smirk that made me even wetter, so his cock slid in and out of me with much better friction, causing my left eye to twitch as I grabbed onto his left shoulder, a wordless scream bubbling in my throat at my incoming orgasm.The phone still rang beside my leg, reminding me of my husband’s call….but he didn’t stop fucking me, and my orgasm only pushed through me with an even stronger torrent, until the scream I’d tried to keep out of my throat broke out of my lips with incoherent mumbles.“Oh,
CASSIA’S POINT OF VIEW.A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER.I furrowed my brows as I whisked the pancake batter. The pan sizzled with heat beside me, but all I could think about was the aching burn in my arms, the mess around me, because this was the sixth batter I’d tried to make that wasn’t too runny or too thick. Viktor was asleep in the bedroom, and I wanted to rouse him with something in bed.Ever since Summer got hurt because of me, I’d tried keeping my distance from her and my brother until it felt right to face them again, so I could apologize to her. So till then, I chose to stay with Viktor instead of my mansion on the estate. If I stayed in the mansion, I’d be alone and have to resort to sneaking him in so I could avoid Kirill and his endless questions….even though I have a feeling he already knows about us but chooses to be oblivious instead. “Ahh….shit.” I hissed at the burn. My arm grazed the sizzling hot pan the second I’d lifted the batter to pour into it. “That’s it…..I give up!
ANTOV’S POINT OF VIEW.She’s……spectacular. Call me pussy whipped, because for some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I watched her in silence as she slept soundly beside me. She’d wanted to head home after our fourth round, but I refused…..I don’t know why, but I wanted her around.Maybe it was the sight of her crying earlier, or the fact that we were two wounded hearts, but I wanted to spend more time with her. My mind wandered back to something she’d said earlier…’ Anthony’s father pays my school fees. Even if I want revenge, I can't get it because if I do, my dreams, everything I’ve chased since coming to this school, is all gone.’I frowned at the thought of that fucker holding something over her head. With this, he could make her do whatever he wanted, because he would know she was vulnerable. Before I could make sense of what I was doing, I found myself on my feet as I walked over to the balcony with my phone in hand. Dialling Kirill, I wanted him to pick, and once he
WREN’S POINT OF VIEW,I arched my back to the feel of Antov’s cock stretching my walls, my pussy spasming around his length with each inch taking up space. I wanted to scream, to shout, but I couldn’t. Not because I didn’t want to, but because the feel of his thickness stretching into me knocked the breath from my lungs.Literally.“Oh my goodness,” I screamed the second his entire length dug into me in one go. “Fuck…it’s too big!” I screamed, and his soft, raspy, slow voice growled in my ear, his other hand gripping tight on my hair as he dove into me with slow strokes. “You can take it.” “Antov.” I gasped, his hips slammed against mine, filling the bedroom with an erotic sound that left my knees weak. “You asked for this….be brave enough to take it.” His voice was hard as he looked into my eyes, causing my cheeks to redden at the embarrassment of it all. But when I tried to look away, he held my chin and forced my gaze back to his. ‘Look at me while I fuck you, glasses.” I hate
ANTOV’S POINT OF VIEW.-FIFTEEN MINUTES EARLIER-Stepping inside my room, I leaned against the balcony railing, letting the cool night breeze fan my face as I stared at the smaller house Wren lived in….more specifically, her window. Her home was in the centre of Krill’s mansion, and because of that, we’d see each other a lot, play pranks, and find even more reasons to continue our rivalry while we weren’t at school.No one else knew this because it was something she’d asked me not to share, so I never welcomed Sienna in here while we dated.Sienna…The mere thought of her name left a bitter taste in my mouth, my heart rate spiking, and my hands clutching onto the balcony rails even tighter. My phone buzzed in my pocket for the third time in the past three minutes, but I didn’t even pull it out, let alone glance at it.I knew damn well who it was, and that was the reason I hadn’t picked up. Kirill and Cassia taught me never to let my emotions get the best of me to a point where I woul
WREN’S POINT OF VIEW.I hung up.Then the tears came in much harder, violent sobs as I fought the urge to scream because it was almost midnight, and my parents would see me like this after a long day of working at the mansion of people much richer than us.Shaking sobs ripped out of me while I curled into myself on the floor, my hands wrapping around myself as the tears flowed endlessly.Everything inside me felt scraped raw.My boyfriend didn’t love me.Never had.I wasn’t beautiful….he didn't think I was beautiful. All those times he told me I was the prettiest in the room; he was lying….he lied to my face this entire time.I was a joke. A bet. A prize to win.My phone lay abandoned beside me, buzzing with messages I’d never open. I’m sure it’s Raya, my best friend. I would have answered, but I just couldn’t speak to anyone….not right now…now when I’m bleeding. I spent the first couple of minutes or hours of my nineteenth birthday and the start of my senior year crying…no…wailing,







