All Chapters of The Pakhan's Undoing : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Dominique ‎“ Fuck!! Fuck!!! Doug! " The moans that tore out of my throat didn't sound human. It sounded from another realm. My legs were wrapped around Douglas’ waist. He was pounding my hole hard. ‎The sun was already up. The birds were chirping right outside my bedroom window. I had a lot of things to do today but my mind wasn't on them. My entire focus was fixed on the man in between my legs. He leaned, resting half his weight on my body. I spread my legs wider to accommodate him. Douglas placed his both hands on both sides of my head. ‎Every thrust he made brought waves of pleasure rushing through me. His ragged breaths filled my ears. His black eyes looked even blacker as he gazed into my eyes with such intensity like he wanted to see my soul. ‎Our cries of pleasure filled the room. Thank heavens for the soundproof or the house keepers would have heard our loud moans, not that they didn't know about us anyways. ‎Douglas licked my ear, biting down on the lobe. Another wei

Dominique The sun had gone down by the time Doug and I were done with the shoot. I was tired and just wanted to go home but I couldn't because my mom had organized a dinner at her house. Family, friends, acquaintances and business partners were all invited. I didn't want to attend due to the strained relationship I had with my mom and sister, infact every member of the Reed family despised me. They blamed me for my father's death. My brother was the only one who never blamed me and had my back all these years. Asher, my brother had called me the previous day to remind me about the dinner party and I had promised I was going to attend. Doug knew about my family's hatred for me so he didn't want me going alone. We walked out of the shoot location and got into my waiting SUV. Bobby, my driver started the car and drove in the direction of my mom's house. My mother and I hadn't spoken for about three years. I stopped trying to keep the relationship and she never bothered about it too.

Dominique I don't know whether it was the soft purr of engines that arose me from my unconsciousness, or the strong smell of cigarettes that wafted in and out of my nose but I opened my eyes. For a while nothing registered in my head. Then I remembered. Nikolai Rozanov. The devil was back and had come for me. Someone was leaning over me. I looked up and tried to make out the figure in the dark. It was Nikolai. He held a fat cigar on between his fingers. He took a long drag and blew the smoke right in my face. " I see you're awake. " He said. Hua voice thick with his Russian accent. I tried to move but couldn't. That was when I realized that my hands and feet were bound tightly. It now dawned on me that I was in the middle of the road. Not a single soul was about. " What is the meaning of this!!!! " I yelled at him. " You're just in time for my show. You see I had to wait for you to wake up so you could witness it in a state of consciousness. " He said. " What the fuc

Dominique With shaky hands, I collected the key card and put it in my pocket. " Don't be late, Dominique. " The man. said slapping my ass. I nodded not trusting myself to speak. I opened the bathroom door and walked outside with a straight face. Nobody could know what had gone on in that bathroom. I joined my friends and the party continued. " What took you so long?" Kimberly asked pouting. I was hooking up with a strange man. " I threw up " I replied " Don't drink anymore, Dom." Kimberly said. " Yeah yeah." " I mean it, Dom." " I hear ya. " I snapped. My mind wasn't on the party anymore. I was aroused and the man who had caused it was waiting for me. At 3:am my friends had passed out on the couch, some on the floor. Now was my chance to slip away. Kimberly's brother had come to get her so no one was going to be on my tail. I stood up and quietly walked out the door into the corridor. I took the elevator to the top floor and walked to the first room on

Dominique The words barely registered. “What?” “Take him away.” “Dad, what are you talking about?” Two officers grabbed my arms. I tried to pull away. “Dad!” He didn't answer me. His eyes stayed on Nikolai. Nikolai was already surrounded by officers, his hands restrained behind his back. He looked completely calm. Too calm. “Nikolai!” His eyes found mine. For one brief second, everything else disappeared. Then one of the officers dragged me toward a waiting police vehicle. “ What is going on?” I shouted. " We haven't done anything. " Nobody answered. By the time they put me inside the interrogation room, I had asked the same question so many times that my throat hurt. Nobody gave me an answer. They took my phone. They took my watch. They took everything from my pockets. Then they left me sitting alone beneath a harsh fluorescent light. I stared at the door. Where was my father? Why had he arrested me? And what the hell was happeni