Semua Bab MY Ex's Father, My Obsession : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Caitlyn’s POV Vlad keeps his hands on my waist, essentially pulling my hips smack to his pelvis. I grind my hips down to him, rubbing my cunt against his hard dick that is threatening to tear through the flimsy material of his slacks wanting—needing to feel the friction. My warm mouth finds the hard planes of his shoulder blades sinking my teeth on them before soothing the ache with a suck on the now softened spot. My little escapade is cut short when his index finger finds my chin lifting my mouth before he darks down to kiss me—more like he sucks the breath out of me. He leaves my mouth and works down on my chest to the pretty little nipples circling them with his tongue which pulls a whimper from my lips knocking every rationality from me. If you asked my name at this moment I couldn’t remember. This earns me a throaty groan from the ever keeled man who just walked dressed to the nines in a fitted suit not so long ago. To be honest, I like everything that comes out

Caitlyn “Wait, you are married? How? When? And why the freaking hell I'm learning about this now!”Mia, my melodramatic sister, chokes on her hibiscus tea, droplets scattering all over her silk nightdress, and the screen with part of the fluid flowing out of her nose.“Gee, relax Mia. It's not like I became the queen of England. In fact it's not that big of a deal,” I eye her as she wipes her nose with a napkin.“What? Everyone knows it's such a big deal unless…” she pauses, eyeing me suspiciously as if weighing her words.Refusing to meet her eye, I busy myself with dusting off the invisible dust on the expensive silk bedsheets, anything to keep her from reading me. She gets off her overly pink covers and sits on the side of the bed, abandoning the manga book she was nose-deep into reading, “Did the bastard force you to marry him? Does he have you locked up?”I sigh as I flop on the mattress, wincing after applying pressure on my sore arse, “Yes and no.” “Yes and no?” she arches

Caitlyn’s “Don’t touch me,” I grind out. But he does the exact opposite, his hands loop around my petite waist steering me closer to his warm body. The small of my back hits the railings as he towers over me, all hard ridges and powerful. However, I feel no intimidation. Hell, I don’t see him as the irresistible Greek god right now. Now, he’s just a fucking bastard. “I told you I’ll ruin you,” there is a foreign tone in his gruff voice, one I can’t put a finger on. “I warned you that I’ll crush you, but you still didn’t back down. You went ahead to taunt me, as if asking me to retaliate harder.”“Good news you earned it, little butterfly.” His hot breaths tease the shell of my ear, drawing a shudder from my inner walls.With a stroke of luck—the luck being a young girl who looks like she would rather summon the ground to swallow her alive for walking by at that moment—I manage to walk to the lady’s room unscathed. Once I’m inside, I dump my sling bag that has been surprisingly

Vlad povThe truth isn’t what you see or hear, it's definitely what you shift it to be.It's not realism of what happens amongst us. Its the fucking opposite of the other. Whatever you want to paint it to be. It's the other side of winning or losing whichever you want to call it!Despite knowing this to heart, I’ve come a long way in searching for the actual truth—my own truth.And no one will stop me from pursuing my true self. Not even death, I’ll have to cheat if it dares to catch up with me in my pursuit for my real self.And part of that actual self hunt has brought me here in this secluded part of Brooklyn. Particularly, outside a huge mansion, surrounded by tall walls, making it hard to peer from outside. The walls’ edges have live wires like the ones you find in military camps with several cameras surveilling each and every corner. “I did my homework that Enzo Santini has tighter security, battling that of the President if I may say, so if we take one step forward, we will b

Vladislav Mikhailov At first was that man with the Siegel tattoo of my former brotherhood back in Russia is tailing me behind. Then my shipments are being compromised. And now this latest unveiling that the Irish are in the picture. Is there a chance that my past may be liaising with a formidable enemy to fuck me sideways? I understand life might be a bitch, but I just didn’t forfeit my service to the Russian Bratva just like that, my exit was peaceful. Even though most think of me as an insufferable asshole, I’m a man of honour– at least I can credit myself with that. Then why would the Irish pick a battle with me out of the blue—if only they were the Italians, I could have understood what their deal is, since they tend to despise us (we the Russians) as Dedushka would say; they hate us like too much garlic in their pasta. I close my eyes for the briefest of seconds to chase away the assault of memories plaguing my mind. But then I can’t help but ponder on the awful multiple matt