Ivan “Cristiano is doing such a good job.” My dad remarked, scanning my appearance, “You look more reserved.” He added with a smile. I chuckled, nodding my head in response. A good job in fucking your son. That sounds about right. “Looks more like bratty to me.” Mia scoffed, shoving a piece of meat into her mouth grumpily. I narrowed my eyes at Mia’s smug smile then back to her mother. They were plotting something. My dad cleared his throat, shooting her a warning gaze. I stared at the wrinkles in his forehead, trying to read his mood. Something seemed off. I have only seen him once after moving in with Cristiano and all of a sudden he wants to bond with me. No doubt Mia has something to do with the awkward family meeting. What could she have possibly told Dad? Did she tell him about my affair with Cristiano? No. There was no way she would say such a thing to him. She had a twisted mind. She was fine with Cristiano having other women…or men in his case. It was no big deal in the
Ivan “Are you up, bebe?” Cristiano soft voice tingled in my ear, stirring me up. I groaned in response, shaking his arms off my body, and turning away from him. My gums were all swollen after he fucked my mouth with a fucking gun. I was physically, and mentally exhausted from the aggressive sexual activity. The last thing I wished to see is his fucking face. The bed sank when he moved around and I sighed in relief when I heard the creaking of the door. My body stiffened when I felt a cold hands on my throat, my eyes flying opened staring into his sinister eyes. He gave me a warm smile that didn’t suit his features, “Ready to finally wake up?” He muttered, releasing his grasp when I nodded. He scanned my naked frame, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips as his fingers traveled down the marks he’d imprinted. “You look so perfect, Ivan.” He murmured softly, “my perfect little slut.” He pressed a kiss on my hip, rubbing my back slowly. He flickered his eyes up, “Let’s shower togeth
Ivan My heart beat slowed, my eyes unmoving as I watched Lorenzo dragged August. My eyes lowered to my gun, struggling to process what happened seconds back. I shot someone. That was a step up for person who had never killed a cockroach. I didn’t know if to be proud of myself or swan in my tears. I knew nothing about him, but I felt guilty. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to have a bullet fired into his flesh. My eyes flickered to Mia. She was shooting me daggers, with no form in her expression. What was I expecting from a bitch like her? That she would feel bad for the poor guy? She was so obsessed with plucking me out of the devil’s grasp to care about anyone else. I had no idea how she found someone so easily, barely two hours after laying down my plans to her and August showed up. “We’re not done, Tesoro.” The bastard cold voice drew me out of my trance, his fingers rubbing my thigh in a circular motion. I glanced at his cocky face, gritting my teeth in defiance. “I’
Cristiano “And who the fuck is that?” I growled, my eyes fixated on the unfamiliar face sitting in my living room. The bastard in my living room arched his head to me, biting his lips as he scanned my appearance. Mia jolted up with fear flashing on her face, but she quickly covered it. “You are back..” She grinned, strolling towards me. “That doesn’t answer my question. Who the fuck is that bastard?” I roared angrily, pushing her aside, and taking one step towards the little bastard. I sized him up, narrowing my eyes in suspicion. Why was he dressed like Ivan? With his blue denim pants, and tank top that showed his belly. My lips curled into a sly smile seeing through Mia’s plan. Does she think I would let go of Ivan if she brings a substitute for me? Someone who has same fashion sense like her brother? He looks younger. Younger than Ivan. Nineteen? Twenty? “My friend!” She blurted nervously, pulling me by the wrist. I puffed out air from my nostrils, my eyes lowering to
Ivan “Is it fun?” A cold voice cut through the silence, catching my attention. I raised my head up, meeting Mia’s blazing eyes on my body. I arched a brow, moving my phone away from my face. “Is what fun?” I shot back, crossing my legs on the sofa. She strolled towards me, her shoes clicking on the marble floor loudly. Who the fuck wears shoes, and dresses in a skimpy dress just to stay home? “Is it fun…” She drawled, her eyes dimming in disdain as she paused in my front, “fucking my husband?” She completed through gritted teeth. No. There’s nothing fun having the bastard fuck me into exhaustion. My body were covered in red marks left behind by his sadistic bondage fetish. It was only the second day of fucking Cristiano, and I already lost count of how many times he has taken me. He was more active on bed than he let on. I hate him. I hate how he made me submit to him. I hate how my body reacts to his touch. I hate the shivers that ran down my body each time he stared at me with t
Ivan I groaned in my sleep, feeling something hard poking my ass. Cristiano. I inhaled sharply when his wet lips traveled down my hips, his teeth biting my flesh. I back a moan trying to escape. I tried to act numb, play dead, and let the ass grabbing addict tease my body, until he grew tired of stirring me up. I gasped in shock when his finger slid into my hole with no warning. He grinned, his eyes shimmering in mischief as he stared at me. “You’re up?” He piped innocently, grasping my hips firmly. I winced in pain as he thrusted his index in the most painful way. He wasn’t gentle last night, but right now, he was worst than a raging beast mounting on his prey. He added another finger, his lips spread into a sardonic smile when he took in my pain strike expression. “How perfect.” He remarked amidst his cruel laughter, his hands reaching for my neck, “Don’t like this, bébé?” he taunted, adding another finger into my ass. I parted my lips, swallowing the bile in my throat. We fucked