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Three Days

作者: D.C Nightwolf
last update 公開日: 2026-09-13 05:37:50

Danika

The sniper’s nest stayed on the screen until Kazimir finally shut the feed down.

Three days. That was all we had left before the Moscow gala. Three days before the rifle across the street would have a clear line of sight to the entrance I was expected to walk through on my father’s arm. Kazimir’s cock was still inside me, softening, when the full weight of the countdown settled over the small office. He pulled out carefully, fixed my clothes, and then his own, and the silence between us
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    DanikaI stood there in the dark with the drive in my hand and the year I turned twenty staring back at me in neat black letters.Kazimir was still deeply asleep, one arm stretched across the empty space where I had been. The rare heavy sleep of a man who had finally hit his limit after three days of training me and fucking me into exhaustion. My heart slammed so hard I felt it in my throat and in the bruises on my hips. Three years. The label meant three years. I should have put the drive back into the lining of his bag and pretended I never found it. Instead I crossed to the desk on quiet feet, woke the security tablet, and plugged the drive in with fingers that were not entirely steady.The folder structure was clean. Dated. Obsessive.I opened the first file and the air left my lungs in a slow, painful exhale.Photos. Hundreds of them. Me at twenty, leaving a rare supervised lunch in the city, hair longer than it is now, face softer, still half-convinced the world outside the gate

  • Sins of the Vor’s Daughter    Three Days

    DanikaThe sniper’s nest stayed on the screen until Kazimir finally shut the feed down.Three days. That was all we had left before the Moscow gala. Three days before the rifle across the street would have a clear line of sight to the entrance I was expected to walk through on my father’s arm. Kazimir’s cock was still inside me, softening, when the full weight of the countdown settled over the small office. He pulled out carefully, fixed my clothes, and then his own, and the silence between us felt heavier than any conversation.He started training me that same night.Close-quarters survival. No guns at first. Hands, elbows, knees, the hard edges of ordinary rooms. He showed me how to break a grip, how to use a wall, how to turn a confined space into a weapon. We worked in the panic room and the empty staff corridor and the cleared floor of the security office. He did not go easy on me. When I failed to twist free he put me on the ground and made me start again. When I hesitated he pr

  • Sins of the Vor’s Daughter    Choose Me

    DanikaKazimir did not pull out of me right away.He stayed buried to the hilt in the empty staff corridor, one of my legs still hooked over his arm, the cold wall against my back, and turned the phone so I could see the screen clearly. The live feed showed Softiya in her wheelchair in the private medical wing. Her milky eyes looked calm, almost gentle. She spoke into a secure handset in the same soft voice she had used when she held my hand and called me child. Across from her leaned Ruslan “The Blade”—shaved head, heavy beard, the missing pinky on his left hand unmistakable even in the grainy light. The same enforcer who handled the contracts no one else would touch.The betrayal inside my own bloodline became real in that moment.My grandmother was not a frail old woman waiting out her days under cashmere blankets. She was directing the man who would put a bullet in me if the price was right. The soft voice that had stroked my hand and asked about my dress was the same voice now gi

  • Sins of the Vor’s Daughter    The Blade

    DanikaKazimir saw the shadow in the mirror the same second I did.He pulled out of me, shoved himself back into his pants, and was out the door in three long strides. I yanked my sleep shirt down and followed as far as the corridor before he cut a sharp hand through the air, ordering me to stay. Bare feet silent on the runner, he disappeared around the corner toward the east wing at a dead run.No one was caught.He came back twenty minutes later with his jaw locked and his eyes flat with fury. The exterior cameras had a three-minute gap. The interior hallway feed showed only a blurred edge of a dark coat vanishing into a service stairwell that led to four different exits. Whoever had stood outside our door and watched him fuck me against the vanity knew the house as well as we did. Maybe better.The compound felt smaller every hour after that.Kazimir refused to let me walk any corridor alone. He cleared every room twice. Staff were limited again. My father accepted the tighter rest

  • Sins of the Vor’s Daughter    Look at What Belongs to Me

    DanikaI went.Refusing would have only made my father push harder and Softiya’s attention sharper. Kazimir walked me to the medical wing in silence. His jaw stayed locked the entire way. When we reached the double doors he stopped, checked the corridor, and spoke under his breath without looking at me.“I will be right outside. Anything feels wrong, you call and I come through the door.”I nodded. My stomach was already tight.Softiya’s private room smelled like expensive powder and the sharp edge of medicine. She sat in her ornate wheelchair near the window, wrapped in layers of cream cashmere, snow-white hair perfect, milky-blue eyes turned toward the door as if she had been waiting all morning. The cataract surgery had left her gaze cloudy, but nothing about it felt blind.“Come here, child,” she said. Her voice was soft and warm, the same voice that used to read me stories when I was small. “Let me look at you.”I crossed the room and sat in the chair her nurse had placed beside

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    DanikaHe deleted the message before I was fully awake.I felt the shift in the bed, the quiet vibration of the phone, the controlled stillness that always meant something had reached him from the outside world. By the time I opened my eyes the screen was already dark and his arm was locked around my waist from behind, too tight, too long, like he was trying to prove to himself that I was still solid under his hands.The weight of the double life sat on him like a second skin.I did not ask what the message had said. The way he held me told me enough. His breathing was steady but the muscles in his arm stayed rigid. His face was buried in the back of my neck. Every few seconds his hand flexed against my stomach as if checking that I had not disappeared in the night. The brand on his collarbone pressed against my shoulder blade. The same brand my father’s men had burned into him. The same man who now clung to me like I was the only real thing left in a world full of contracts and clean

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