62. Captivating first time I bit on my fisted fingers to keep my moans in. I hung in suspended fascination, sensing his rough and calloused fingers stroke my butt cheek over the panties. "Don't bite down your moans, Kitty. I want to hear you while I eat your pussy." His dirty words weakened my knees.Although I was not new to this... I mean I have experienced this in my dreams. The live version was causing a haywire in my system. I kept my eyes staring at the wall to my left as my cheek was pressed into the mattress.His fingers gripped my undies and yanked them. Heat curled down my spine and collected between my legs."Mmm, so wet." His voice permeated with my senses.A long finger rubbed my wet pussy as he caressed my scorching skin with another hand. I was on the precipice, hanging whilst clinging onto my dear life when it happened! He parted my legs and rammed his face in my ass.My body sizzled as his tongue dipped and traced my clit, rounding it several times before sucking on
63. Buy me a ring Rogue's POV I stared at Kathrine while she was sleeping soundly beside me in bed. The brightness was overpowering the dark, illuminating the world outside my window. Few rays filtered in through the curtains and filled my room. The dawn was here and yet there was no sign of sleep in my eyes. I had been up like this, changing my position desperately as I admired Kathrine in my bed. She was draped in the black satin sheet as she snored softly. I sided some tresses of hair from her face and put them behind her ear. She looked so cute and inviting. So like a little kitten. I couldn't believe that we've done it. I had been inside her! I took her virginity! I had her walls clenching around me! It still felt like a small clip of one of my many dreams. She had felt so good. So soft yet entrancing. I had to do it slowly... Something I've never done in my entire life! I liked it wild. I liked it rough and full of screams and tears. So much so that my women in the pa
64. The beach Katherine's POV I came back to my room with a sour look on my face. Beverly was in my room when I entered and she saw the creases of disappointment on my forehead and the twisting of my lips. She got up from the bed and approached me, "What happened? You look... Angry." Her face was wary as if I was injured and she didn't know how to respond to it. I grasped her hands and guided her back to sit on the bed. "Relax, I'm fine." I offered a smile. "I actually... We did it." Rosy glow tinted my cheeks as Beverly's mouth formed an O. She squeezed my hands and for the first time in days she laughed out loud. "What? I want to know everything in detail." I held my chest and told her everything. Beverly had clutched my hand tightly all this while for some reason. "And he just walked out on me! I want a ring and a proper proposal, Bev." I whimpered like a child, causing her to chuckle. "But at least he made it memorable for you, Kat. Who knows he's got more in mind fo
65. Last Chapter My ears heated up and tingles erupted all over my skin. This couldn't be? I can't believe it... I licked my lips and eventually sank my teeth in my bottom lip to see whether this was a dream or reality. Blush of warmth whipped on my visage. This was fucking real. What I was seeing was fucking real. Rogue Cordiero, the feared mafia boss of Russia was in front of me. He was smiling teasingly with a velvet box in his right hand. He was holding flowers with the left along with some papers that I couldn't comprehend. He strutted towards me, his speed lazy. My toes curled in tension when he paused a hand's distance away from me. He lifted the flowers with a lopsided smirk that set my heart aflame. I took them hesitantly, the scent of the fragile flowers flaring in my nostrils. "You've been through shit and lived your life for others so far. I want you to live it for yourself now, Kathrine Raynott. I know, you're young and there are many dreams you had over the years wi
1. Twenty years in a prison Kathrine's POVNo. Stop it. It's wrong. Please don't ruin me. I wanted to scream it on top of my lungs or until the words burst from my lungs. Except my mouth was painfully stuffed with a handkerchief and I could only manage a whimper or two as I quivered and tried to get away from the heavy man on my body.I had begged my father to not give me away. I held his feet and offered to do everything he would ask of me but this. Anything as diminishing as cleaning toilets with my bare hand without a scrubber. Only he kicked me away like a ball covered with dirt and asked the men of my so-called owner to take me to him. He turned his face to the other side when one of them spanked me between my legs for putting on a fight. My mother, too, didn't show so much as a flicker of emotion in her eyes when the other one connected his fist as big as my head with the right side of my jaw.My brothers, whom I have proclaimed as my saviors, didn't attempt to lift their ey
2. Freedom Kathrine's POV"Kathrine! Kathrine!" A voice cracked through my slumber and forced me out of the cocoon of warmth into wakefulness. "Kat, please wake up." I opened my eyes to the sight of my only friend and another victim at the hands of my family, Beverly. "Why are you here now, Bev? Has my brother had enough of you today?" I yawned and stretched my hand before becoming fully aware of my presence. Beverly's eyes lowered at my remark. Damn. Instant torrents of regret plummeted on my heart and I went on my knees to hug her tightly, apologetically. "I am sorry. Didn't want to remind you of the pain but..." Beverly is as helpless as me. More so she has become a plaything in my brother Aaren's hands. He demands for her as if he has a claim on her. Unfortunately, as I said, we are helpless. Just like my parents refused to help me, Beverly's mother, Bobby who's a cook in our mansion, doesn't mind if she's being (to put it in correct words) harassed by the Alpha's son. Rat
3. Abusive mate Kathrine's POV "Stop crying, Opal. It's of no use. Not that I blame you for anything." I told her, my heart growing stiff with her deflating emotions. 'I... I try, Kat. B-but dad and his anger. I don't want to die.' She said. Mine is the first case where the wolf was melting into tears of helplessness while I was assuring her of a good future. It's really not her fault though. Opal was never allowed to come out. She hasn't seen the world, much less understand how the elements and rules of nature work. She's been inside me. Heard through my ears. Seen through my eyes. In fact, it was I who told what our fate was going to be after our twenty-first birthday. "Ssh, you're making my pain worse." I whispered, bleakly attempting to calm her down. But even if she doesn't, I wouldn't be surprised. It is her right to mourn and feel pathetic. That's how I feel when I think about all the years I have survived in my so-called Alpha father's wearing out mansion. Storm R
4. King of the Bratva Rogue's POV I sat across from one of my old enemies, Rocco Elsionè, sipping from the glass of my drink. My boys thought he was here for a fight and got excited. After all, it has been two whole months since we last used our weapons and smelled the delicious scent of blood on our fingers. But the fucker didn't come with the intent to fight. No one would dare if you ask me. 'No one but you.' My wolf, Clover, claimed. 'Only you've got the lunatic bone in your body that makes you invade others' territories and instigate them for a conflict.'A grin spilled on my lips as I took another sip, watching Elsionè exhibiting the sample of powders he claims he's got shipped from Germany. "Just sniff this thing, Cordiero. One lick and you'll forget your worries." He scooped some on his forefinger and offered me. I continued to sit impassively. Elsionè forced a chuckle, "I ain't killing you today, Cordiero. Some other day maybe. Calm down." He remarked as if I was really