Chapter Three: Ivan's Desire

Ivan didn’t speak during the ride back home. He sat in the back seat of the black SUV, with his legs part and his fingers drumming once against his thigh before curling into fist.

The moment he stepped out of his car, the night air hit his face , cold and useless against the fire raging beneath his skin.

“Fuck,” he muttered, trying to adjust his suit jacket to cover the obvious bulge. He didn’t slow down and walked through the grand doors, walking hastily and made a beeline to the master’s suite.

The moment the door shut behind him, he pulled his suit jacket off and tossed it aside, followed by his tie as he yanked it off his neck. He picked up the landline beside the bed, growling one word, “Maid.”

He didn’t wait long. A soft knock was heard. The door creaked open. The maid stepped in, a young, well-proportioned at the where it matters, her eyes lowered to cover the smile on her face.

“You called, sir?” she asked, voice polite, almost shy, but the blush in her cheeks betrayed her anticipation. She bent down seductively as her cleavage peeked out of her maid outfit.

 “You know what to do,” he said, his voice low and hard.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, dropping to her knees with practiced ease.

Her hands moved to his belt. He exhaled sharply as she freed him, her lips parting to take him in. Her head bobbed as she sucked him. In pleasure, Ivan let out a low grunt, grabbing her hair to guide her rhythm. This made her cough a few times. She moaned softly, working him deeper, clearly enjoying the privilege.

But it wasn’t enough as he was dissatisfied. He pulled her up without warning, stripped her efficiently, and tossed her onto the bed like a possession that belonged to him. She gasped, but her eyes glowed with heat.

“I’ve waited for this, sir,” she whispered, biting her lip.

He didn’t answer her. He was already on her and with one brutal thrust, her cry of pleasure and pain was swallowed by the mattress as it made breakage sounds, showing how violent Ivan was.

She clung to the sheets, meeting his pace eagerly at first. Her moans filled the room, her breath hitching with every thrust as Ivan made her crumble too hard.

“Fuck.” He remembered Ellen’s curvaceous body as he rammed into the maid. Ivan didn’t stop. He fucked her so hard like a storm, feral, commanding and relentless. His grip on her hips were strong and bruising, not letting her move in place and his pace merciless.

“Sir…ah…” she gasped. “Please… it’s… too much…”

She complained but her legs still stayed open. Her body welcoming the punishment even as it shook beneath him. Her hands clung to him, her back arching, and her mouth forming broken cries.

He kept going, driving into her like she was nothing but a tool for release. Like her pleasure, or pain, was irrelevant to him. He fucked her with no strings attached.

Outside the room, the mansion was silent except for the muffled sounds of moans, pleas, and grunts echoing behind the thick doors.

The other maids passed with flushed faces and lowered eyes. None of them dared to speak. Saying a single word could make thier heads blew up. But in their silence, envy burned in them as they wished they were her instead.

When he finished, he pulled out and stood, his breath steady. The maid lay sprawled and used across the bed with her thighs shaking, her skin flushed with satisfaction and exhaustion.

She sat up slowly, gathering her clothes. “Will that be all, sir?” she asked, with her voice hoarse and throat sore. She left with her legs wobbly when she received no reply.

Ivan didn’t spare her a glance. He lit a cigar, walked to the window, and stared out into the night, the city below glimmering like prey.

He was calm now and focused.

“Fuck.” He cursed. Ellen had made him lose so much control.

“What had she done to him?” He thought as he flickered the cigar on the ashtray.

He needed to make her his, he needed ways to make her his. And once she came to his side, he would make her life a living hell.

Ivan suddenly smirked as different thought brimmed in his mind.

He went to the bathroom to wash the sticky sweats off his body, making sure the plan was a success.

***

Adams' mansion became gloomy as the days went by. Their families, friends, and those who once fawned over them when their family was still in its glorious state had all deserted them when they needed their help. Who would blame them? They didn't  want to go against that devil reincarnate — Ivan Vladimir.

Wills Adam called all his sources, but it was all to no avail. Rose also left no stone unturned, reaching out to her socialite friends and pleading with their husbands on her behalf but they all kindly rejected her.

Ellen saw how dispirited her parents looked and guessed that there was no help. She took it upon herself to call her friends and ask their parents for help, but she was also rejected.

She made up her mind to call her boyfriend---Ricardo Jules.

She picked up her phone from her bedside, sighed and dialed a number. After three rings, the person picked up the phone call.

“Hey Ric.” She greeted him.

A soft voice sounded at the other end of the phone, wailing like an aggrieved wife that has been abandoned by her husband, “Baby, I have missed you”

Ellen smiled as she brushed her hair falling over her face, “We have only parted for a week and you dare say you miss me?”

Ricardo sensed her mood through the phone and cracked a joke to lighten the atmosphere.

Ellen wasn’t having any of it as she submerged into her thoughts.

“Elle.” Ricardo called out.

“Hmmm.” she replied as she gazed towards her window, zoning out.

“Elle.” He called out again but this time much gentler. 

This brought Ellen out of her reverie as she looked towards her small feet.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned.

She suddenly burst into tears, pouring her heart out to him as if to lessen all the grievances she and her parents had suffered.

Ricardo’s voice sounded at the other end of the phone, “Ivan Vladimir, the CEO OF BSC Company?” He asked.

“That man is so dangerous. I’ll ask my dad and if such amount isn't possible," he paused, clenched his fist and continued, “Stay indoors and don't go out with him alone. He is a beast.”

Ellen smiled reassuringly, “Hmmm, I know.”

She hung the call, laid on her bed as pea sized tears fell from her eyes. She cleaned them hurriedly, her face brimmed with determination.

She will make Ivan pay and make him kneel down in front of her parents to beg for forgiveness and return the grievance and humiliation to him.