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It's fucking going to be a long wedding night.
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MY Ex's Father, My Obsession Be a good girl and cum all over my cock.
Vladislav Mikhailov’s povShe sits on the passenger seat of my SUV, her chest heaving while she silently cries staring out of the window. I know she is so mad at me, but she will have to live with the things I am going to do with her body. Some she will like others she will hate l. She will learn to crawl, be whipped and begged to be used as a mindless sex toy. I drive her to her house and the moment I pull to her driveway she rushes to the house. “Caitlyn?” I call out but she ignores me rushing to her house. I make huge steps following her into the house but she slams her door shut on my face. “Open this door or I will break it on your face,” I call out but she doesn't hid to my words. I withdraw and ram my body to the little door and within no time am howling into her bedroom on the carpet.“Are you fucking insane! What have you done?” She exclaims her hands on her chest with astonishment. I don't answer her but I yank her and throw her body onto her head. “You stupid bastard.
MY Ex's Father, My Obsession It's fucking going to be a long wedding night.
5Vladislav Mikhailov’s pov I stand outside the room long enough, not to give her privacy but just to let her mind wander, imagining the worst. I know I forced her into this sham of a marriage to protect her but I don't want to show her that she has become my weakness. It will not be long enough before she uses it against me. All women do!I can hear her heavy breathing fill the room while doing as she’s told. I wasn’t lying when I told her I’d punish her. She will learn to love being whipped, chained, and gagged when I fuck her. She will soon be gladly willing to crawl on her hands and knees while begging me to use her however I want. Begging for her release. Her soft cries filter down from the hall, interrupting my thoughts. I won’t let it get to me.Never.I walk inside the room banging the doors and she is sitting on the reclining examination bed at the far end of the room. “Lie down. Flat on your back,” I growl. She does as she is told. Tears flawlessly ran down her face, d
MY Ex's Father, My Obsession Everything off. I want you naked. You’ve got three minutes!
CAITLYN CLARKE’S POV My husband stands in front of me, his shoulders square, not missing the stoic smile gracing his lips.The bell tolls—loud, jarring, and cruel. Like it’s announcing the newest couple in hell. Its intrusion slices through the thick quiet that had momentarily wrapped around the cathedral. I flinch but Vlad’s hand immediately snakes around my waist, yanking me flush to his body.“Vlad,” “Yes little rabbit,” he says looking down on me. “Go fuck yourself in hell,” I hiss, just low enough for him alone to hear.“Hell waits for me with open hands,” he chuckles—lethal, dark, like a man who finds delight in my misery. My body tenses. “It’s going to be fun,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear, “dragging you there with me.”Then, as if sealing a pact with the devil, he takes my hand and leads—or drags—me down the altar steps. His guards are lined up outside the cathedral’s doors, stiff as statues. I bite my lower lip so hard I taste blood, fighting the sob trying to
MY Ex's Father, My Obsession The matrimonial ceremony
Caitlyn’s POV I’m looking at myself in the mirror after Vladislav leaves me, making sure the tears haven’t ruined my makeup. I don’t understand. Why me? Why now? Why today? I always dreamt of having the perfect wedding. One where I would walk down the aisle to my future husband with my dad by my side, my friends and loved ones watching with teary smiles. One where I’d playfully rebuke my soon-to-be husband for sneaking into my room while I’m still getting ready. One where I wouldn’t be ashamed of wearing layers of tulle and a flowing veil. One where I could go a little overboard with everything—flowers, vows, joy. But this? Instead of the tears of joy I once envisioned, I’m fighting too hard not to ruin my makeup. Instead of marrying a man I love... I’m walking down the aisle to the devil himself. I step closer to the mirror and reapply my lipstick—the one wiped clean when he devoured my mouth minutes ago. A kiss I responded to. A kiss I enjoyed. And I h
MY Ex's Father, My Obsession Try to run, and I’ll fuck your cunt and your tight little ass and I’ll leash you like a dog!
I’m waking up, but something feels… off. The sheets are softer, silkier, and warmer, and they smell woodsy with a splash of masculinity…definitely not mine. My eyes flutter open slowly, and my heart skips a beat. This isn’t my bed, not my fucking room, and not my world! My mouth is dry, my tongue is heavy, and my throat feels dusty. And my eyes, they feel so fucking crusty. And I'm not in my clothes, I'm dressed in an oversized black dress shirt that rides up with movement. I push myself up on shaky elbows, but immediately freeze when a sharp soreness pulses between my thighs. A dull ache spreads through my lower back, making me wince as the memory of last night starts to stitch itself together, bit by blurry bit. I blink rapidly, my mind trying to piece together fragments of last night. The gala. The garden. The fight. The rough sex. The way I…. The memory is a blur of thrusts, trembles, and hard screaming. Ooh, wait, this explains why my throat feels so fucking dry. I
MY Ex's Father, My Obsession The beast inside me is awakened!
Vladislav Mikhailov’s povContrary to what my haters scream in their echo chambers and what the poor bastards ruined by my chaos-thirsty soul will eagerly tell you, I’m not a beast.I know, I know. That sounds like a fucking joke. That’s a hell of a claim, especially coming from the man whose mere presence is enough to make Satan’s edgiest worshippers cower.If you’re judging by the body count or the nightmares I inject into polite society. Christ, even my ex-therapists would call bullshit. But they’re wrong. My beast isn’t all of me. It’s a hungry shadow that coils tight at my core.It breathes in the silence between my heartbeats.It feeds on obstacles, on problems, on enemies—and it thrives in the raw anarchy of power, and brings even the bravest to their knees—whispering for mercy they never get. It ripples to life in the moment life flickers out from their eyes.The devil twitches in his grave every time my beast wakes, and God help the world when it does. It’s why I lead th
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