Vladislav Mikhailov’s pov“Boss, I swear me and Ash only did what Benny told us to do. We don't know…,” the shorter guy tried to plead their course. How ironic he was ready to talk for his friend Ash which is also ironic the guy had ash white hair with some hues of black making it look like he had walked through fire.“Perfect, then this will be a nice little chat and before you know it you will be walking through your picket fence homes to tuck in your kids in bed,” Lucas says but sarcasm laces every of his syllable. “Boss, please spare us…I-we have given our all to this brotherhood and have never betrayed you” the shorter one speaks up his hands crumbled together as if he was in some reconciliation room.“Well, I would rather be in bed cuddled up with my wife but I’m not. Instead am here trying to see which one of you cracks,” I say calmly, trying to contain my inner self from going wild. “Y-you h-have a w-wife,” he grins-whats wrong with the short guys anyway? “I also-no we have
Vladislav Mikhailov’s pov I lift my body on my shaky legs that feel like fucking Jell-O, staring down at her body sprawled over the bed. Cum decorates her inner thighs while her eyes are closed, her breathing light. You can think she is out cold except for the faint rising and falling of her chest that gives her away. “You made another mess.” I click my tongue and breathe out a sigh as I force myself not to go down on her and lick her clean with my tongue. “For now a warm sponge will have to do,” she murmurs in her sleep and I take that as consent before forcing myself to the bathroom. A thorough shower and a fresh change of clothes later, I am ready to go. I also make quick work of cleaning her body and moving her out of her office and bedroom to my apartment. I left a glass of water on the nightstand and some painkillers next to it. I know I shouldn’t have but I go to the extent of scribbling a note before making my way to the lift.
Vladislav Mikhailov’s pov “You did great, princess,” I praise her but she doesn't register a damn thing. I can tell she is too far gone by how her eyes roll on top of her head while her mouth parts open.I uncuff her wrists and roll her to her back and lower myself between her legs spreading them wide apart. I lean in my lips circling her pink-pebbled nipple before my teeth not so gently scrape against it before my tongue soothes it causing her hips to twist against mine. Her other breast does not escape my attention as I reach my hand over her chest that is covered in a light sheen of sweat, groping, pinching, and massaging her nipple that immediately hardens under my manipulation.Ohhh, nghhh,” she moans out in an incoherent shrill.I slide my hand down to her pussy and yank off the buzzing vibrator from her drenched pussy and she sucks in a moan, her lips slightly parting as a stream of drool leaks from the corners.“Sexy,” I shove my fingers into her cunt stretching her out. “
Caitlyn Clarke's povLust…pain…Joy….sadness…AliveThat's how I felt so alive. My heart is pounding a million trillion times a minute.He doesn't give me a chance to recover, he pushes my face down against the pillow, “take in a deep breath, little butterfly-you need it.”I suck in a ragged breath down my closing up lungs but he pulls me by my waist such that my back is more arched up in the air. I move to gulp in another breath to calm my tickling nerves but it ends up in a loud cry when he pushes his cock deeper into my ass. “Your virgin asshole is going to stretch for my cock, just like the little whore you are for my dick,” he groans as he pushes forward into me. I try to pull away from him at least it could stop the tickling pain running through my body but his hard grip on my neck pins me down further to the mattress. “P-lease,” I call out, a lone tear escaping from my left eye. “Please what? Little darling,” he murmurs low that only I could hear over the loud thumping of bl
Vladislav Mikhailov’s povAm so fucking hard, I know she can see it. For fucks sake even a blind person can see-if they cant seethe dent on my jeans they can hear my laboured breathing.But we don't need that-her heavy eyes are cast over my cock that is begging to be freed from the confines of my boxer briefs. Snapping out of it I adjust my jeans and walk towards her. I yank her hands backwards before cuffing them, tying them together a little over her elbows such that she has her chest arched out, her breasts sticking out to the air.I circle her, her bubble ass coming into view. I move up my gaze up the curve of her spine, to her back where her brunette hair sticks all over her shoulders and I really refrain myself from burying my fingers into it.Soon Babochka. Soon.Turning back to her front, I meet her round eyes before breaking the staredown moving to her heaving chest, that has the room filled with her heavy breathing. I grip her neck making her frantic pulse quicken under m
Caitlyn Clarke's pov I am floating but at the same time I feel like heavy stones are tied on my limbs weighing me down. An insistent high-toned ring hums in my ears and my lips and tongue feel awkwardly crusty. My heavy eyelids involuntarily open and I realise I am lying on my back, staring at a grey ceiling. Everything hurts, including my back, my throat-it feels crusty like I've been screaming out loud all night, like the last time I gulped a drop of water down it was an eternity ago. I move to roll over on my left side so that I could get up but I stop mid-movement when I feel my arm getting in the way. I try to move it but it can't move, it feels like it has been screwed over my head. Did I sleep on it? Is it paralysed? Crazy questions start causing havoc through my head.I move to sit up but I can't. What really happened to my body? Immediately my heartbeat begins racing. I think I'm gonna shit myself. CAITLYN calmdown Lifting my head up I look down at my legs to see black