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Chapter 15 I immediately approached him and squeezed his wounded hand. He fought back, so I punched his face and other parts of his body. I then pulled out the knife from my waist and stabbed his hand—the one holding the black book. He let out a cry of pain as I drove the blade through his hand, causing him to release his grip. I quickly grabbed the black book, but I wasn’t satisfied yet. I slashed his face repeatedly and whispered to him: “For ruining my life, you deserve to suffer over and over again, Daniel Mercado. And I’ll make sure you’ll beg me to just kill you. The only part of your body that I’ll leave unscathed is your tongue,” I told him with a demonic grin.

It takes all of the self-control in me not to shove him back up to his feet and slam my lips on his. “I'm going to fuck your mouth.” I say. And the next second I thrust In, hitting the back of his throat. His gag fills the room and his eyes water. I do not fear the situation of someone hearing us, my room is soundproof. As a person in the Bratva, we keep our dealings very private and my house is definitely not safe for important discussions, not when Zorya and her stupid son live in the same house as me. “I like it rough. I'll take it easy.” I smirk at him, pulling it.

He gritted in displease. “For anything, I must have done. Please fuck me with full force and in revenge.” I moaned out. He grabbed my waist and flipped me over, grabbing my boobs in a harsh grip while staying over my body and straddling me. “F*ck!” I cried out. He didn't care about my sudden reactions or feelings. He was not gentle. He would rather not be gentle. His finger and thumbs pinched roughly at my nipples and his mouth found its way to bite and chew on the pink softness of the breast one after the other.

Her eyes—red, furious. "You little bitch," she hissed. Before I could move, she lunged and ripped me out of Adrian’s hands by the neck, lifting me up like I weighed nothing. My feet barely touched the ground. I clawed at her fingers, gasping for air. "What happened to this book?" she snarled, shaking me violently. "It's not complete! Tell me—before I break every fucking bone in your body!" "I... I don't know, ma'am," I cried out, tears burning down my cheeks. My legs kicked helplessly in the air. "Please... let me go..."

He popped his fly, and his cock sprang free: thick as fuck, veins standing out like ropes, the swollen head weeping pre-cum that had me throbbing empty and desperate. "Harlan, shit, please, now," I begged, arching up, my thighs falling open wide in shameless invitation. He growled something incoherent and thrust home, burying himself to the hilt in one ruthless plunge that tore a scream from my chest, my walls clenching and fluttering around the impossible fullness of him. He didn't ease in, but he ravaged, his hips slamming forward in this brutal, slick rhythm that shook the desk like an earthquake, my whole body jerking with each deep, grinding stroke. I hooked my ankles over his back, yan

I had suffered more pain than this, but I was tired, both physically and mentally. “My, you have such soft skin. No wonder Vitale fancies you.” “You know, until now, I’d only heard rumours about bratkis being sneaky bastards. They kill. They maim. They torture. But they attack from behind like cowards.” He gritted his teeth, his meaty breath fanning my face. I scrunched my nose and seethed. “That’s how you attacked me. From the back. Sick fucks! I bet you treat your mothers and sisters like whores too.”

What did you all do to deserve this? ‎Kiean clasped both hands on the blonde's face, his thumbs placed over both eyes as a genuine smile appeared on his face. "Your brother don't need eyes if he can't see." ‎I watched as he sank his thumbs deeper into the blonde's eye sockets. I watched as Gary slammed his body on the bloody floor to try and get to his brother. I watched as the blonde fell to his knees and screamed the most frightening sound ever, his arms flailing as he struggled to get away with.

CRACK. His head snapped back, blood spraying from his lip onto my bare chest. I didn't stop. I rained blows down on his face, his ribs, his nose… left, right, a brutal, rhythmic striking that felt like pounding raw meat. Each impact sent a jolt of satisfaction through me. He was completely defenseless, his hands flailing weakly in the air as I systematically broke him apart. I wanted him to feel every ounce of pain he'd caused her.

My cunt was glistening, open, ready. He slapped my pussy again. I moaned. He positioned his cock at my entrance. He didn't tease. He slammed home in one brutal thrust. I screamed. The stretch was immense. My walls clenched around him like a fist. "Yes! You're so thick!" He fucked me with brutal rhythm. His hips slapped my ass. His balls smacked my clit. His hands gripped my thighs, leaving bruises. "Look at me." "I am." "Your eyes. I want to see the beast through the dark."