All Chapters of MY Ex's Father, My Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

Caitlyn Clarke's pov I am floating but at the same time I feel like heavy stones are tied on my limbs weighing me down. An insistent high-toned ring hums in my ears and my lips and tongue feel awkwardly crusty. My heavy eyelids involuntarily open and I realise I am lying on my back, staring at a grey ceiling. Everything hurts, including my back, my throat-it feels crusty like I've been screaming out loud all night, like the last time I gulped a drop of water down it was an eternity ago. I move to roll over on my left side so that I could get up but I stop mid-movement when I feel my arm getting in the way. I try to move it but it can't move, it feels like it has been screwed over my head. Did I sleep on it? Is it paralysed? Crazy questions start causing havoc through my head.I move to sit up but I can't. What really happened to my body? Immediately my heartbeat begins racing. I think I'm gonna shit myself. CAITLYN calmdown Lifting my head up I look down at my legs to see black

Caitlyn Clarke's povLust…pain…Joy….sadness…AliveThat's how I felt so alive. My heart is pounding a million trillion times a minute.He doesn't give me a chance to recover, he pushes my face down against the pillow, “take in a deep breath, little butterfly-you need it.”I suck in a ragged breath down my closing up lungs but he pulls me by my waist such that my back is more arched up in the air. I move to gulp in another breath to calm my tickling nerves but it ends up in a loud cry when he pushes his cock deeper into my ass. “Your virgin asshole is going to stretch for my cock, just like the little whore you are for my dick,” he groans as he pushes forward into me. I try to pull away from him at least it could stop the tickling pain running through my body but his hard grip on my neck pins me down further to the mattress. “P-lease,” I call out, a lone tear escaping from my left eye. “Please what? Little darling,” he murmurs low that only I could hear over the loud thumping of bl

Vladislav Mikhailov’s pov I lift my body on my shaky legs that feel like fucking Jell-O, staring down at her body sprawled over the bed. Cum decorates her inner thighs while her eyes are closed, her breathing light. You can think she is out cold except for the faint rising and falling of her chest that gives her away. “You made another mess.” I click my tongue and breathe out a sigh as I force myself not to go down on her and lick her clean with my tongue. “For now a warm sponge will have to do,” she murmurs in her sleep and I take that as consent before forcing myself to the bathroom. A thorough shower and a fresh change of clothes later, I am ready to go. I also make quick work of cleaning her body and moving her out of her office and bedroom to my apartment. I left a glass of water on the nightstand and some painkillers next to it. I know I shouldn’t have but I go to the extent of scribbling a note before making my way to the lift.