All Chapters of MY Ex's Father, My Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

I’m waking up, but something feels… off. The sheets are softer, silkier, and warmer, and they smell woodsy with a splash of masculinity…definitely not mine. My eyes flutter open slowly, and my heart skips a beat. This isn’t my bed, not my fucking room, and not my world! My mouth is dry, my tongue is heavy, and my throat feels dusty. And my eyes, they feel so fucking crusty. And I'm not in my clothes, I'm dressed in an oversized black dress shirt that rides up with movement. I push myself up on shaky elbows, but immediately freeze when a sharp soreness pulses between my thighs. A dull ache spreads through my lower back, making me wince as the memory of last night starts to stitch itself together, bit by blurry bit. I blink rapidly, my mind trying to piece together fragments of last night. The gala. The garden. The fight. The rough sex. The way I…. The memory is a blur of thrusts, trembles, and hard screaming. Ooh, wait, this explains why my throat feels so fucking dry. I

CAITLYN CLARKE’S POV My husband stands in front of me, his shoulders square, not missing the stoic smile gracing his lips.The bell tolls—loud, jarring, and cruel. Like it’s announcing the newest couple in hell. Its intrusion slices through the thick quiet that had momentarily wrapped around the cathedral. I flinch but Vlad’s hand immediately snakes around my waist, yanking me flush to his body.“Vlad,” “Yes little rabbit,” he says looking down on me. “Go fuck yourself in hell,” I hiss, just low enough for him alone to hear.“Hell waits for me with open hands,” he chuckles—lethal, dark, like a man who finds delight in my misery. My body tenses. “It’s going to be fun,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear, “dragging you there with me.”Then, as if sealing a pact with the devil, he takes my hand and leads—or drags—me down the altar steps. His guards are lined up outside the cathedral’s doors, stiff as statues. I bite my lower lip so hard I taste blood, fighting the sob trying to

Vladislav Mikhailov’s povShe sits on the passenger seat of my SUV, her chest heaving while she silently cries staring out of the window. I know she is so mad at me, but she will have to live with the things I am going to do with her body. Some she will like others she will hate l. She will learn to crawl, be whipped and begged to be used as a mindless sex toy. I drive her to her house and the moment I pull to her driveway she rushes to the house. “Caitlyn?” I call out but she ignores me rushing to her house. I make huge steps following her into the house but she slams her door shut on my face. “Open this door or I will break it on your face,” I call out but she doesn't hid to my words. I withdraw and ram my body to the little door and within no time am howling into her bedroom on the carpet.“Are you fucking insane! What have you done?” She exclaims her hands on her chest with astonishment. I don't answer her but I yank her and throw her body onto her head. “You stupid bastard.