Third Person POV. Dame High school had been teeming since the clock of dawn and as they were preparing for the graduation, Vlad fled there to complete his mission.The receptionist had made it clear that all security inhibition would be let down today, meaning he could enter the school through the gates rather than sneaking in through the fence.The news not only excited Vlad but the Sokolov twins too. Anton had promised Vlad a promotion if he succeeded in getting the evidence they needed.And if possible, capturing Vera and bringing her to them in Russia.Considering Vlad's expertise, the whole work wouldn’t be hard.The instant Vlad woke up in his hotel room and found out it was already morning, he dressed up in a simple white shirt and black slacks. He dressed in such a way nobody would doubt his intentions.Then Vlad took a cab to the school. Like the receptionist had promise, all guards were let down and Vlad entered into school through the gates for the first time since he arri

Vera’s POV.I sit silently in the car as David's driver drives me home. It was almost nightfall when I left the school because I needed to spend the remaining hours with my daddy.Hell, I’ve not been myself all the while we were in the hall. I was literally swooning over him. I really undressed the man with my eyes.A smile ghosts across my face when I remember what I did back there….Heaving a sigh, I steer my face out of the window, allowing the breeze to sweep across my face as I recall what happened back there.All I did was intentional. I wanted to claim David before everyone. Dammit, I wish that bitch Claire was there to watch.I know many people wouldn’t understand what happened back there but it was more like showing the world the man was my lover. I held onto David…allowed his scent to drill into my body.I smile dreamily when I remember what it was like to be buried in his arms in front of the people.I swear, I almost kissed the man. All I felt when that was happening was w

Vera’s POV.“God, this feels so good.” I whimper with my eyes rolling skyward as David sucks my pussy like nothing I’ve ever tasted.Fuck, the man is an expert. He licks me so good, I swear other oral sex I had had before is nothing to be compared.How can he effortlessly coax huge waters outta me just five minutes of having his tongue between my slit?I try to think of another reason but the only thing running through my mind is that David’s a man who knows what he’s doing.That’s the reason women want him. He gives the right dose of pleasure, and right now….I can’t help the whimpers and moans I release as he tongue-fuck.“Oh my God, daddy…I’m going to cum…if you do that again….I can’t hold back.” I scream to his name when I feel him penetrate my hole with his fingers.David’s alternating the penetration of my pussy with his fingers and tongue, making me woozy.I throw my head around, feeling the pulsation of heat inside me.I shut my eyes and cup my right breast and squeeze as Dav

Vera’s POV.Yawning loudly, I rise from the bed. It’s not mine…rather David’s. We curled up together, basking in each other’s warmth after the bouts of sex we had last night.When I look behind, expecting to see the man wake me up with perhaps a kiss on my forehead, I find out he isn’t there.Swallowing, I slide my hand over the rumpled sheets of his own side of the bed and find it cold, meaning it’s been hours he left the bed.Where could he be? I think to myself as my eyes wander around the room.Well, it’s just nine a.m in the morning, he might have gone to work.Given the number of erotic and romance books, I’ve read where the man keeps a short note for the girlfriend explaining the reasons he suddenly left their cushioned bodies and warmth, my eyes search around for one of those from David’s.To my disappointment, I see none.He left nothing of those and it kinda prickles my heart. I sigh, relaxing against the bed as thoughts about what we did last night cloud my mind.God, David

Third Person POV.Peter walked down the plane’s ramp with a tiny smile on his face. It felt good feeling New York’s air around him again. Peter can’t remember the last time he had been in America.It’s been years now, he remembered with a tight fist.The mafia brothers whisked him away to Russia after he killed Helen, the woman he was supposed to lure so the twins would gain the power they’d always wanted.That night he shot Helen, everything happened like a movie to him. He didn’t mean to kill her. It was only meant to scare Helen so she would reveal the truth where Vera, their daughter was. However, Helen was adamant not to speak.Peter remembered how he had pulled away the gun's safety, and shot at the ceiling in rage while howling, “Tell me the truth, where is Vera!?”He could remember his bloodshot eyes, everything lived rent-free in his head. Too bad, not even the trigger could make Helen speak. It was obvious to Peter the woman already had hatred for him after she found out th