FAZER LOGINPAVEL’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
PAVEL.That good-for-nothing, backstabbing bastard!How dare he? Not only had he plunged a knife into my fucking chest, he escaped!“I'm unconscious for three bloody days, and you can't handle the household, Aleksei?” I enquired, pushing myself up toward the bed. I was out cold for three bloody days; the bastard had stabbed me all because of him.For Aleksei.Even when I had threatened Ivan, he had played by my rules, but the minute he heard about Aleksei being close to death, he bloody lost it.“I'm sorry, I was busy with you; I had men watching him, but I guess they all underestimated him,” Aleksei responded, partly gloating at his own response.A scoff eased across my lips as I ran my finger through my hair. I passed a glare in Aleksei's direction, and he matched mine just as equally.“I overlook the entire fucking mafia world. You know how many businesses I have under my name? How many households and men am I responsible for? Do you hear me making an excuse? You had one thing to d
ILYAI counted down every single second to twenty minutes before reaching out my back window. I clung hard to the rails on the balcony.Swiftly, thankful for all my training over the year, I climbed from one rail to another edge, clutching my hand to window frames.Occasionally my hands slipped, and I faced death head-on, but I didn't make a single squeak noise knowing if I was caught, I'd be locked up in a far more terrible situation.My heart raced as I climbed off to the very first-floor landing on my feet, which seemed to have caught a blister. I bit on my lower lip, cursing in Spanish before steering directly toward the main gates.I had no idea what the guard had done, but it worked. There were merely a few guards left in place…just a few whom I had manoeuvred my way around.Soon I was out of the estate, running as fast as I could, scared that one fuckup and they could tell I was gone, but maybe they wouldn't; no one would think I'd have gotten a chance to leave the room.They p







