ERICAMy life seemed to have turned into a fairytale in a blink of an eye. I was living in a castle like I was the Queen of it with the King of the said castle fûcking me every night like he couldn’t get enough. Obsessed. Then there were Mario and Ephraim, who were like the best ever support characters the King and Queen could get. And the guards, his men nodding their heads down whenever I walk by, without meeting my eyes like their life depended on it. And I guess it did as my eyes flitted to Elijah who had one of his hand in a cast and a face which was a map of bruises. No matter how much I tried to remember, I couldn’t remember everything of that night and what I did wasn’t enough to make sense. The only clear memories were of me with my friends in the rooftop bar. I even remembered that I was exchanging texts with Ami before my phone got lost. I knew everyone back at home must be worried when I suddenly stopped texting, today marked the fifth day, and I should probably ask Anton

ANTONIO The pain was getting too much and I didn’t know if it was the healing gunshot or my past that was hovering over me like a black cloud or if it was the thought of Erica getting kidnapped and worse dead which made me so out of control. My hands were bloody, my knuckles raw and my shirt bore the witness for the death of the man I had killed. And I knew, that among other things it was his words that had set me on edge. “I would’ve fucked her raw. At least I’d have known what eighty millions of pussy felt like. And what do you know, he was going to give all of us a free access to her once she served her purpose to him.” I hadn’t given him a simple and easy death. No. A slice of knife to his throat and a gunshot would’ve been an easier death for him after how he insulted my little devil. She was mine. And even the thought of her getting hurt wasn’t tolerable. But even as I had beaten him to pulp, painted the walls of the warehouse with his blood and then proceeded with breaking eve

ERICAI kissed him back just as hungrily as he kissed me, I had decided to stop holding back especially when he was showing me the side of him that I could’ve never expected, that too something so intense directed at me. I never imagined, much less ever hoped to be the centre of someone’s obsession but looking into his eyes I feel like one.Gasping for breath, I wrenched my mouth away from his and on my knees, I moved toward him, pushing him back until I straddled him. “Antonio...” “Yes,” He murmured, kissing the side of my throat, my pulse point and the curve of my shoulder.I wrapped my arms around him as I pulled myself up until his côck was cradled between my thighs, rubbing against my pussy. “I need you inside me.” “Take me, Il mio piccolo diavolo.” His thick voice rolled through me like a heated caress as I inched up and he notched the thick head of his côck at my opening. With a low moan I slid down on his length, my sensitive walls clenching around him. The thick groan that

ERICAI fell asleep sometime in the early hours of the morning and woke up sometime during the noon, but the room was still shrouded in the dark. And when I turned on my side, for a moment fear gripped me when I found the bed empty as I started to worry if something happened when I was sleeping and they took Antonio to the hospital without waking me up. But as I sat up, my frantic eyes found him sitting on the chair with a long back near the window where he was gazing out from the corner of the window where the curtain was pulled aside.Waiting for my heart to calm down, I sat there and watched him. He was in his shirt and pants, his face looked drawn and his posture sad, almost forlorn. I slipped out of the bed and tried to make as little noise as I could to not startle him as I made my way to his side.I wanted to touch him, to check his fever and also to feel him but instead I settled on the chair opposite him only to freeze when he turned his muted brown eyes on me. I sat there lo

ERICAI didn’t give him an answer, I couldn’t. Because it surprised me how easily the answer popped up in my mind and came to the tip of my tongue. Instead I told him to not hide from me. His ruthlessness was not directed on me but it was for me and it was surprising how much I loved it. I wanted to see it again and again, and revel in it. The feeling of it was so euphoric that I wanted to experience that high again. And I didn’t want him to think that he has to hide himself or any part of him from me. The only thing I was afraid of was the coming week. Because it would mark the end of our deal, our decided ten weeks after which he would allow me to return home. But... now, I didn’t want to. Not really. I only wanted to return back to my sister to erase her worries so I could come back to him on my own. And I was worried that, after ten days to be exact, he will be the one to ask me to leave then how would I come back. I’d like to think that he wouldn’t do any such thing considering t