로그인PAVELWork was a distraction for me. From a lot of things. Turned out today my distraction was in some way not serving its purpose.I tapped at the tablet resting in my lap, constantly drumming my fingers against it, both legs crossed. All morning I had done my best. But it wasn't working; Ilya had somehow managed to etch that godawful impression of his smudged into my brain.I'm fucked. Screwed over in worse ways than one, he hadn't killed me. He was asleep when I had woken, and unlike him, I had hurried my way out of the room.I was beginning to become confused; I didn't like that. He was my enemy; his father was the reason for my despair; I couldn't let a blowjob, a little foreplay with knives and cock cloud my judgement.A knock settled on the door, jolting me away from my thoughts. I ran my tongue over my lower dry lips.“Come in,” I ordered, and the door pushed open. The head of security made his way in. He looked edgy in a way that bothered me. He wasn't the type to put on a fu
ILYAFucking him wasn't on the list, neither was spewing that nonsense I had spoken as he fitted his cock into me.But it worked anyway; he was stone cold asleep. I gulped as I trailed my line of sight from his eyes down to his jaw, his pecs… well-carved abs and torso. I lingered a bit around the V shape beneath his belly toward the hips, and there it was… his cock, naked for me to see and feel; even when soft, it wasn't in any way small.Shrugging and shaking my head, I pulled away from the bed, grabbed some wet wipes to wipe off every trail of cum on my body. I knew I needed a bath, but I had no time.“Pavel?” I called toward him slowly, waiting for him to flinch or groan or wake, but nothing.I tapped him slowly again; nothing came, and a part of me felt twisted. He trusted me enough to sleep like this? Without any protection of any sort? There was a stitched wound on his chest to prove that I was the last person he should sleep lazily around, but once again, being an egoistic assh
PAVEL’S POVMy eyes darkened with lust as his eyes locked with mine, his teeth grazing against the leather material of my pants. I lifted my ass into the air, granting him access to tug them down slowly and seductively, like a predator. His eyes didn't leave mine.My cock flopped against my abs, a bead of precum at the tip, as he poked out his tongue, lapping against it hungrily; a low groan escaped my lips as I grabbed a fistful of his hair as he lowered himself before me.I manspread, parting my legs wider for him to crawl into, and he did; his mouth inched closer, and in one swift move, he pulled me closer to him.“Fuckkk,” I groaned, letting loose all the tenseness I had felt for the day while he was missing.He struggled to keep up with me, but what seemed impossible for him brought an amused smirk to my lips.“You'll hurt those pretty lips of yours, baby; you know I'm huge; it won't fit,” I mumbled, half stroking my own ego, and he grumbled something against me.I could feel h
PAVELMy body moved on its own accord as I grabbed his head, slamming it against the couch next to him. Seething with rage. I was out for three days; he left me and returned to say bullshit like this?“Where were you?” I asked, my mind racing at the thought that he refused to leave because of Aleksei; after all, he stabbed me because of him.“Up and about,” he muttered, wincing from pain, but he hadn't fought back; he remained in the same position, my hands against his head.“You don't think I will forgive you, did you?” I asked again; a nauseating feeling attacked my lungs as soon as he nodded.Why was he not saying anything? Those sharp words below his tongue, where were they? Why wasn’t he causing a fuss on purpose?“Fuck, Ilya. Say something!” I snapped, letting go of his hair; he stood to his feet, smiling in a manner that made my skin crawl.“Anything in particular you'd like to hear?” He asked, batting his eyelashes in my direction with a coy smile strapped to his lips.“Yes, h
ILYAA week. Seven bloody days. One hundred and sixty-eight fucking hours.And not a single glimpse of him.I should be relieved. I should be grateful that he finally left me alone, gave me space to breathe, to think. But instead, my mind had been a prison, tormenting me with questions I didn’t want answers to.Why hadn’t he come back?Was he disgusted? Embarrassed? Pitying me now that he knew the dirty secret of my past? Was he finally coming to terms with the fact that I was disgusting? A child whose father had watched as his friends had touched the most private part of my body?No. Pavel Zaitsev didn’t pity. He didn’t care. He took what he wanted and discarded the rest. He wasn't home because he had something else to tend to. I bet he cared less about whatever past traumas I could have.And yet, something felt… off.I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers curling against the sheets, the weight of silence pressing down on me like chains. The air in the penthouse was stale, thick wi
ILYA.A sharp whining tone I had gotten used to echoed in my ears. I sucked in air sharply through my teeth as I raised my gaze in the direction of the door. It had been two days already; I could tell judging by the shifts they made.They had left my eyes and ears unbound but bound every other inch of my body.“Hungry yet?” The same guy who had served out my food came in again. A bowl in his hands, he tilted his head slowly, glancing down at me with some sort of condescending gaze.The fucker could gloat all he wanted. The minute I got my hands free, that would be his bloody end. I had stormed into the hospital room hoping to meet Pavel, but I was wrong. Perhaps Mancini had done this. But I had my doubts; why would he help me and just toss me over to the side?“You'll starve, I assure you, so quit acting tough and eat!” He snapped, dropping the bowl away from me. I glared hard in his direction, fighting every urge I had in me to headbutt him.“Where's the boss? The bastard who had ask







