I didn't know why the universe wanted to punish me. It was when I wanted to give in to Matteo that Viktor, who was the very one that persuaded me yesterday, interrupted us from finally having sex.I was close to finding Viktor and giving him a piece of my mind, but I was still hazy. All I could think of was Matteo and how I wanted him in me. I was loosing the grip that I thought I had."Freshen up, we leave in five minutes." Matteo's expression changed from lust to stoic in two point five seconds. He then left the room, no apology whatsoever, no explanation. He just left me high and dry but extremely wet for him. Bastard.I took a quick shower and changed into a pale yellow sundress and a white flat heels paired with a white bag. I took my sunglasses along with me, I didn't even bother myself with makeup or even hair care as I tossed my hair Into a messy bun.I was sexually frustrated and angry, I didn't appreciate the way Matteo was treating me and I was going to make my disapproval

The thing is — she had long, ginger hair and wore impossibly high-heeled stilettos accentuating the shape of her toned legs. She was deathly pretty.What hurt me wasn't the fact that he was obviously going to fuck this girl, but that she looked like a cheap photocopy of me, same red hair, same eyes same figure. Matteo could do better than that. Or perhaps there wasn't any better because obviously, he's obsessed with and wants someone who looks like me. The passion she was using in delivering "mouthful" satisfaction to Matteo showed that they have been involved before. She didn't have a terrified look on her face the way the air hostess had. The girl before me, face hidden in between the thighs of the dark lord, was happy to be there— to relieve her master and once in a while, she stopped, then used her hands to jerk him off slowly, teasing him with desire and worship emanating from her body movements. But then, I was tied up— handcuffed, my legs bound apart to keep me from struggling

As we left the elevator I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me as I remembered the last events in the elevator. I quickly shook it off my head. But involuntarily my hand touched the edge of the elevator I closed my eyes and released a slight moan."You say anything?" Viktor asked, I'm sure the fucker was well aware of the type of sound I made. So I glared hard at him.As we passed the reception and crossed the hall, I could see all the staff froze. They were probably thinking, "what was the dark lord doing having his plaything dress like that". But Viktor just nodded at them, and I just kept walking with a mischievous smirk plastered on my face. "I still think this is a bad idea, you still have time to change." "You think?" I said, sounding more like a joke than a question."I know it's a bad idea." I didn't bother replying, I wanted to see Matteo's fucking reaction.We stepped into a limo parked by the entrance and drove to the club.“This is the day I die,” Viktor repeated,

Before I could process anything Matteo had lifted me on his desk. I love how savage he could get.He looked at me with his predatory gaze, yet he didn't say a word."Fuck me," I screamed at him, I was tired of everything, the foreplay, the teasing I wanted him to take me and have me then, but it seemed as if my pleas had met deaf ears. "Take me please, fucking make me yours."From the look in his eyes, he was fighting for control, Matteo was a man who liked doing things on his own accord, now, he was told to do them and here I was defying everything. He had wanted me to beg him to fuck me, but he also wanted to fuck me on his own terms, he was so fucked up.He walked towards me and I moaned, no I freaking screamed. Everything in me was begging him to make me his, to fuck me so hard, hell! ruin me for other men. To make me scream till I lose my voice, to make me forget what life felt like before him."Lose the dress," he commanded and I fumbled while removing my own dress. After that, I

I was beyond bored. Yesterday flew by too quickly, and I hadn't seen Matteo, was I missing him?By then, I was sure we didn't have sex but we did something, a whole lot of things. Things that I wasn't proud of. I knew if I had fucked Matteo I would be sore and I would have loved to remember everything.Matteo didn't seem like the type to fuck a drunk girl. But I could remember blur images of what happened, and I wasn't sure if I could face Matteo. I had thrown myself at him.But in a way it hurts me how he felt that he could just leave me alone like a puppet. On the one hand, this life was as comfortable as it got, but weighing it with my personality, I wasn’t the kind of person who just wanted to sit around doing nothing. I wasn’t a trophy wife. Especially since Matteo wasn’t even my man. "That's a lie…" my subconscious told me, he wasn't my man but I begged him to fuck me yesterday. I was a bad liar.Viktor and I had breakfast as usual. His cell phone rang, and the man excused hims