AbelI woke up the next morning at exactly five o'clock. For the first time in the last three weeks, I slept an eight-hour-long, deep fulfilling sleep. It was an achievement, considering my usual two-three hours stints. It was a cold morning, and I lay there clutching the blanket tight around my neck, keeping my eyes closed, and wishing I could sleep off again. Fewer hours to get through the damn day, if I could sleep them off. But it wasn't happening. Instead, I grew more irritated with my morning breath.My cell phone beeped on the nightstand, startling me. I picked it up, double-tapping on the screen. It was a text from Andrew, and from the looks of the first few words visible, I could tell that he was still pissed about the meeting. I rolled my eyes as I unlocked my phone and deleted the message, without even reading it to the last word.I yawned and drew the covers back, sitting up. Rising to my feet, I rubbed my eyes as I sauntered naked over to the window, pulling the curtain a
Abel“Solana, wait up!” I called out when we drew near the kitchen door, the huge brown double doors that led to the dining room wide ajar. She swiveled around once to scoff at me, then ran straight into the house.I chased after her hotly, almost knocking over a maid who was busy shuffling around in the kitchen and setting things for breakfast. “Sorry!”“Solana!” I shouted, only a few steps behind her now. She panted as she went up the stairs two at a time, her chest heaving, and her speed and agility quite incredible for a girl. She suddenly missed a foot, a cry wringing past her lips as she fell, almost hitting her forehead on the edge of a stair when I reached out and caught her by the waist, lifting her, holding her close to my chest. She clung to me, her breathing heavy and I realized why she'd run away. Her face glistened, stained with tears and a few drops of mucus fell from her nose — the effect of the cold morning. Her eyes were puffy, face flushed scarlet.She shifted her e
AbelI left her to stew while I showered. I'd never quite placed her to be such a trickster. She had me fooled with that kiss, with the thought that finally, I had her cornered. Had her submission. I'd thought she'd loved it at first, though she'd felt something. Maybe she had, at first. But then, the sense of her loyalty and sheer dislike for anything that had to do with me had prompted her to strike.Regardless, I was going to have the last laugh anyway. Sliding on new black shorts, I smirked as I thought about how best to punish her. I wanted to put her through something pleasurable, yet painful. Make her understand who was the master here.I tossed away the towel I'd been using to dry my hair on the bed and strode briskly toward the locked door that connected our rooms. I inserted the key into the lock and turned it, pushing the door open. She lay on her side, her dark curls spread all around the pillow, now dressed in nothing but a thin, pink see-through nightie that stopped just
Abel“What?” She asked brows knitted together as she stared up at me, yet she didn't try to resist as I worked my knees between hers, widening them a little, keeping my eyes leveled on her.“I already told you I'm not going to fuck you. I just want to see it. Get a clearer, better picture. Now lie back, sunflower.”She drew in a sudden breath, but obeyed, slowly, watching me as I took her all in. I muttered a cuss, dropping to my knees as though in worship. She allowed me to spread her legs wide apart in the air and presented me with the most beautiful sight of her pussy opening to me, the pink lips glistening, gaping, her clit swollen.Fuck, I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply. She was aroused. My cock was so stiff, it strained against my shorts, ready to burst out. I placed one hand against her chest, cupping a breast with my palm so I could hold her down as well as play with the nipple. I brought my mouth down to her and felt her curious gaze on top of my head as I dragged my tongue
Solana For me, he was worse than the devil.Abel sat across from me with a huge grin on his face, his brows etched in concentration on the piece of sausage he was quietly chomping on. I tore my bread into halves, spread some jam over the insides, and smashed them together, glaring at him. He was gloating, rubbing my submission on my face.Ugh.“I hate you so fucking much. You're nothing but a monster.”I knew my words didn't make any difference, and I hated myself more for letting everything take place. How could I cower before him all of a sudden? How could I have blindly obeyed everything he demanded of me? He'd driven me insane and made me cum five times. Five times, and I'd felt... Damn, what exactly had I felt for him? He'd only made me come. He'd only shown me the thrill of having his tongue on my pussy lips. Everything was purely physical. Every feeling was sexual.“You had way better reviews about me a little while ago, sweetheart.” He smirked, biting into his butter-smeared
Solana “Are you even hearing yourself out, Abel? I must obey you without question, because why? To massage your fragile ego? To make you feel superior? To fuel your arrogance and make you feel big? You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to do that.” “Well, you have no choice, sunflower. You either heed my words and do things my way, or face the consequences. And I promise you, this time, it'll be triple times worse than what we did back in your bedroom earlier.” I snorted, shoving down my unease. “Cool. Are you done?” His brows creased in annoyance. “No. We're not done.” I yawned and turned my hand to inspect my nails idly, waiting. “I've asked someone to go get you a new iPhone while will be arriving — ” “Thanks, but I don't need it. I have mine, and it's still intact,” I said without missing a beat. His jaw tightened, and his eyes blazed with fury, but he held himself, maybe a little too calmly. “I see no harm in owning a second, sleeker one. You're free to have visit
AbelSo many thoughts swirled in my mind. So many emotions curling themselves around my guts and squeezing so tight I couldn't breathe properly. I needed an outlet. I needed something to pour my anger on. I needed to be far away from the house, and her as soon as possible.And so I did what I did best whenever I was confused.I drove.I walked down the stairs quickly, out the entrance, toward the expansive ten-car garage building that was built separately from the house. Taking the keys from the tall, glass box that was always locked in the corner, I strode towards the Porsche and clambered in. Inserting the key into the ignition, I turned it, the engine crisp and sharp in the early morning haze and quiet. The gates pulled open and the tires screeched as I drove out of the property, onto the wide, lonely single-lane road. I sighed in contentment, enjoying the rush as my body pressed back tightly into the seat, the car's powerful engine roaring, taking the turns closely, my feet pressi
AbelI got back into the car, revved up the engine, and started the two-hour-long drive down to the cemetery at the outskirts of town. I visited it more often than I should, more often than my father and brothers did. Parking the Porsche close to the family plot, I climbed out. It was already noon, and the heat and humidity hung thickly in the air, suffocating and uncomfortable after the air-conditioned drive. I went over to the flower stand operated by a burly, elderly woman and purchased a dozen white Calla lillies — they were Abigail's favourite, and began the walk up the small hill. The wet grass yielded beneath my feet, soft and covered in moss. A thick black gate surrounded the plot of land housing a large number of the deceased Stravkos family. I strode my usual path silently, noting the names of the dead in my head, how many years they'd spent on earth before their demise — so many not even up to forty. Too many damn lives cut short. Too many untimely deaths. Too many more, y