MasukCaitlyn’s POV Vlad keeps his hands on my waist, essentially pulling my hips smack to his pelvis. I grind my hips down to him, rubbing my cunt against his hard dick that is threatening to tear through the flimsy material of his slacks wanting—needing to feel the friction. My warm mouth finds the hard planes of his shoulder blades sinking my teeth on them before soothing the ache with a suck on the now softened spot. My little escapade is cut short when his index finger finds my chin lifting my mouth before he darks down to kiss me—more like he sucks the breath out of me. He leaves my mouth and works down on my chest to the pretty little nipples circling them with his tongue which pulls a whimper from my lips knocking every rationality from me. If you asked my name at this moment I couldn’t remember. This earns me a throaty groan from the ever keeled man who just walked dressed to the nines in a fitted suit not so long ago. To be honest, I like everything that comes out
Caitlyn’s POV Anxiety Yes fucking anxiety And that fucking inevitable I was referring to earlier is now pricking under my skin—no it's buzzing with alarm. “More?” I ask“Mmh,” he nods, his eyes flitting over my body, a mischievous grin splattering over his plump lips. “You look nice tonight by the way,” he leans back against the door frame wrinkling his so expensive suit while he casually crosses his left leg over his right, shoving his hands into his pants pockets. God he looks so delectable, I can jump him this momentNo. No, no, no. We can’t go there.We are sore, remember? “You're limping a bit babochka,” his sly smile spreads across his face, “Did you hurt yourself or something?”So thoughtful but then this is just a sweet facade he is parading. I know this asshole all too well to know he is pretending. “You gonna lick it? Huh,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. And as if that's the signal he was waiting to wake the beast inside him he shuffles on his heels, his eyes
Caitlyn Clarke's pov PainExcruciating pain Sharp pain throbs through my body with every shift I make. I can feel him raw and alive, like I've been caught on a loop of him slamming through me, shattering my body into a million uncollectable shards that are laced with every part of him. My strained muscles crack as I force my upper body to lean on the headboard.“What the hell happened to me,” I wince rolling over to lie on my side. My ass hurts like shit. A groan slips out of me as I reach out behind to feel my bruised ass. “Ouch-” I softly run my finger pads over my ass cheeks. “What's that?" My skin is so tender and is that a-band aid?”This only means one thing-he used a belt on my ass. Lifting my hands I push the covers off my body and look over the nightstand to see a note. Picking it up I expect it to be a blunt order but instead it's a note from my husband notifying me that he is gone for some time. Next to it are some painkillers and a glass of water. I pop the tablets
Vladislav Mikhailov’s pov Spluttering Choking Gagging Blood More bloodCrimson red blood that soaks into my white dress shirt and I watch it soak in forming a puddle. “Where did all that bravado you had go?” I snicker after he retches but I hold the bloodied piece of meat from earlier firmly on his throat. “B-Benny h-he was acting all suspicious,” he gasps for air once he splutters the bloodied piece of skin I had forced down his mouth a moment ago. “Acting suspicious?” A smirk spreads over my lips, but I’m a little disappointed to see him crack so fast. “Y-yes,” he coughs, “I s-saw him meet with a guy a few times,” his body thrushes, dangling in circular motions from the ceiling. “A guy? Which guy?” I raise an eyebrow picking up my dagger from earlier and moving to sink it into his chest. “That's something right? Can you spare me?” he begs his bloodshot eyes welling with tears. Poor guy is already making me feel sentimental. But then when was I ever merciful with my toys?
Vladislav Mikhailov’s pov “Boss, I swear Ash and I only did what Benny told us to do. We don't know…,” the shorter guy tried to plead their case. 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 one of his syllables. “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 were 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
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 my office bedroom to my apartment. I leave 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. ___________________ The sound of the







