Se connecterMarimar Oquendo’s Point of View
“N-No! Please!” I screamed, my voice cracking with terror as I thrashed beneath him.I tried to kick at his hips, to shove him away, but his body was solid as stone—he didn’t budge an inch.“Shut up, will you?” he growled, pinning my wrists hard against the floor on either side of my head.Tears spilled down my cheeks as fear coiled tight in my gut. I kept kicking, even when I felt him wince—his focus never wavered, his eWARNING: This chapter contains mature language and themes. Reader discretion is advised. Lev Dmitri Romanov’s Point of View Power, dignity, family. Those are what our father held sacred above all else. But “family” didn’t mean us—not me, not Psikh, not our mother who’s gone now. It meant the Romanov Mafia Family, a name he valued more than his wife, his sons, his own flesh and blood. Years of serving the Romanovs have taught me skills most men would shudder to learn. I can dismember a body, bury it in minutes, dissolve it in toxins. All for the sake of killing. I know my way around every kind of gun, but knives are my passion. As a boy, I dreamed of protecting myself and others with one—sounded pretty cool, didn’t it? But that dream wasn’t meant for me. I became a master with blades all right, but I’m no superhero. I’m more like the villain in the story, the one who does terrible things and feels nothing for it. Or do I?
WARNING: This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young readers. Please read at your own discretion. Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View “Uhmm! Ohh! Hnngh! Mmmph!” Each sound tore from my lips as his fingers glided through my folds, never slowing even as our kiss deepened into something wild and consuming. “A—aughhmp!” A sharp cry burst from me mid-kiss as his long finger slid inside me, easy as silk thanks to how wet I was. God—even just his fingers feel this good. I couldn’t decide where to focus—on the digit moving in and out of me, or his lips exploring every inch of my mouth. It was intoxicating, dizzying in its pleasure. I jolted as he quickened his pace, pushing deeper before adding a second finger. I felt them curl inside me, stroking a spot I didn’t even know existed until it sent shivers through my entire body. I clung to his shoulders so hard my knuckles ached—one more thrust and I’d collapse f
WARNING: This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young readers. Discretion is advised. Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View My whole body trembled as I stared at his thick, rigid length, swallowing hard over and over where I knelt before him. I lifted my gaze to meet his—those deep blue eyes fixed on me, waiting for me to make the next move. I drew a shaky breath, leaning forward to press my lips to the tip, then swirled my tongue around it like I was licking a lollipop. God, I had no idea what I was doing. Just thinking about how deep I’d need to take him made my stomach flip, and all I could manage was soft licks and gentle kisses, searching for the right moment to take more. But Levi was clearly past the point of patience. “Haah… at this rate, I’ll die of old age before I cum.” He sighed, his voice rough with need, then gripped my head and pulled me back slightly. “Augh!” I gasped—his hold wa
WARNING: This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young readers. Discretion is advised. Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View Each breath came heavy and ragged, my body humming with a tension unlike anything I’d known. My hand rose to cover my mouth, trying to muffle the soft sounds that kept threatening to break free. His palms slid over my hips, tracing slow lines across my stomach. They moved lower and the heat coiling inside me tightened until I felt dizzy with it. He was pressed against my back, his breath warm on my skin, his lips brushing my shoulder. Every touch made my skin prickle and bloom. My fingers pressed harder over my mouth as his thigh settled between mine, firm against the place where I ached most. The feeling was so sharp I had to hold myself still to keep from moving against him. “Don’t stop your moans,” he said close to my ear before nipping the sensitive lobe. Sean had bitten the same spot earlier but wi
Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View I had no words left after hearing him speak. I stayed silent even as he climbed onto the jetski and started the engine—so silent I barely held on, even though fear of falling clawed at my chest. My mind was a mess. I couldn’t parse what he was trying to say, but I kept my mouth shut, refusing to ask more questions. This was my first time on a jetski, yet I couldn’t find a shred of joy in it—not with the weight pressing down on my shoulders like a stone. What am I supposed to feel? Should I be happy this is happening? I’d wanted to see him again, yes—but not like this. Not in the middle of chaos and secrets I couldn’t begin to understand. My thoughts were always tangled lately. One more problem, and I’d surely snap. I’d end up in a psychiatric ward before the week was out. I let out a shaky laugh that dissolved into tears, my gaze fixed on the broad plane of his back. I could smell his cologne
Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View My emotions were a mess—part relief, part rage, part longing I couldn’t name. I had no idea how to react to his kiss, so I clung to his chest as his hand wrapped tight around my waist, the other fisting in my hair to hold me closer. “Uhmm!” I gasped when he bit down on my lower lip, parting it just enough to slide his tongue into my mouth. I tasted copper—my own blood from where he’d made me bleed. “Mm!” He tangled his tongue with mine, exploring every inch of my mouth as if he were claiming it all over again. Tears pricked my eyes—not from pain, but from a storm of feeling I couldn’t put into words. “Ahh!” I moaned against his lips when he pulled back, sucking my tongue lightly before letting go. My eyes were wide open, and his gaze was locked on mine—hot, intense, unyielding. Heat flooded my body, but before it could consume me, I pushed him away hard. We staggered apart, and I leaned back against th







