All Chapters of I STOLE MY SISTER'S FIANCE: A CEO! : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SOPHIA’S POINT OF VIEW.It’s been three weeks in this hellhole. You’d think I’d finally settle in here, but every damn second of every minute of every hour of every day had me pulling my hair until the ends thinned. I hissed at my mother every day about when her contact would come through, but all she did was whisper the same stupid word.‘Patience.I couldn't be fucking patient! Every single day I spend here, that bitch with my face gets to spend money, live in luxury, and enjoy a life meant for me, a life I pushed to have for myself! Patience wasn’t a fucking option. But there was nothing I could do, so I ground my feet into the floor, gritted my teeth, and managed this horrible life that made me feel fucking crazy.The air smelled of stale urine, and bleach every time I inhaled, the walls felt slippery and oozed sweat, along with the weird stares from the three large women staring at me on the other side of the cell housing fifteen of us. I turned to the side, my stomach clenching

SOPHIA’S POINT OF VIEW.“How much longer until we fucking get there?!” I hissed, watching as the stupid driver raced past the houses, driving us to fuck knows where. The idiot to my side appeared unfazed, as if we hadn’t been on the road for the past three hours! “Patience is truly a virtue, Miss Rodriguez…I would advise that you practice it more often, of course.” He chuckled, sucking on another lollipop without even sparing me a darn glance. My skin still crawled at the sight I’d witnessed before the car rolled away from the prison center. Just as I got into the car, the guard who'd escorted me outside had asked again,“Sir, is there anything for me….it was quite hard to smuggle her away without any of the officials asking how come she even made bail in the first place since Mr Volkov specifically ordered us never to release her?” Julian had smiled as if he had an endearing thought before stepping up to the guard whose eyes shone with mirth, probably at the thought of getting paid.

KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW Love. I didn’t have a word for it… Nor did I understand the concept. When I’d gotten the diagnosis years ago, I hadn’t thought it would matter, nor did I think the robotic upgrades The Creed did to their soldiers would ever be a burden to me…..Now, I am saddled with the reality that I might be falling in love with a woman. The forbidden fruit was not in my grasp and I couldn’t help but want to take a bite….no, not a bite. The entire fucking fruit. Back in my early days training at the Creed, we were taught many things, languages, skills….anything that would make things easier for us to perfect a kill or blend in with normal civilians. When the time came to pick a skill, I chose robotics. Not only because I’d built and dismantled things since I was five while living in Russia but because the things they’d done to me in the lab made it easier for me to pick something that didn’t require emotions I was the only one who’d picked it. I watched as my w

KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW. Breathing in her addictive scent, I licked at her pussy lips savagely, my tongue brushing her folds as she tugged on the strands of my hair while moaning and gasping for breath. “Kirill….ahh.” she breathes, squirming on the counter as I wrap her thighs around my head for easier feasting. My wife was a runner when the pleasure got too much; she’d try to escape her orgasm because it was her body’s natural reaction. If I didn’t lock her in place, she would try to run. “That’s it, baby girl…let me have all of it.” Her sweet, tangy taste spreads all over my tongue as I suck on her clit while my first two fingers piston in her pussy as she trembles beneath me. “Fuck, I’m close.” She gasps, rising to sit up as she rides my face, her body preparing to escape, but I’d held on already. “Come for me, baby,” I command, slapping her thighs while sucking on her, with my eyes on her as she breaks apart in my grip. My vision turns blurry for a second from the pain

KIRILL'S POINT OF VIEW.“Kirill….are you okay?” Viktor asked, his voice hinting at his worry while I stared at my hands…..the hands responsible for so many murders, so many hit jobs, so many assassinations…..I didn’t know what the fuck to think or feel. “Did you hear what I said?” He asked.“Yes, I did, Viktor.” I chuckled, the sound humorless as a lone tear drop fell onto my hands…I hadnt even realized I’d cried. All of a sudden, fierce protectiveness ripped at my chest as I watched my wife lie in our bed, her hand resting over her stomach as if she knew there was a life budding there. The color was now returning to her cheeks, removing that paleness from earlier, and easing the fear.“Viktor, not a word of this to anyone,” I whispered harshly. “Not even to a nurse…I want nothing printed that can lead to this getting out. If I am right, this is still election season, and the creed might still want me available. I already broke one rule by getting married, if they realise I might be f