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And again. The thick, dark leather aggressively began to violently fray. The rusted iron buckle actively dug entirely into his raw, violently shredded flesh, forcefully tearing a massive gash completely across the back of his heavily bruised skull. Thick, dark blood violently poured completely down his violently shivering neck, actively mixing entirely with the freezing mud. But he absolutely refused to aggressively stop. He transformed his completely shattered body entirely into a violently desperate weapon of pure defiance. With one final, catastrophic, aggressively brutal strike, the heavy, rusted iron buckle violently snapped completely in half.

Turning back to Mikial, she asked, “What are you going to do if Flynn is the man Leon wants to set up as a silent partner? Both men are dangerous enough you won’t be able to turn them down without consequences.” “The five of us are dangerous too,” Mikial reminded her. “We have ties to real power that we can bring down on them so fast, they won’t even see us coming. They cannot imagine our real power. We are part of something much bigger than anyone here realizes. We just have no need to talk about it and it goes much deeper than you think. The Bratva is more than a way of life to its members. Like your Italian or Irish mobs, the Bratva is stronger than we portray and like them, we believe in

His hands reached for me, but I slapped them away. Not because I didn’t want them. Because I wanted more. I needed him brutal. Needed him deep. Needed him everywhere. Not tender, not worshipping. Just raw, feral Dante. His hips jerked under me, instinct igniting, and I welcomed the bruises that followed. His teeth found my shoulder. Bit hard. I hissed. Arched. He flipped me. Bent me forward onto the mattress. Pushed his now hard cock inside so deep I lost breath. And this time,

“They want us exposed, divided.” I swallowed the knot tightening in my stomach. “Then we don’t give them what they want. We stick together. We watch each other’s backs.” Damien’s hand brushed mine, a silent promise. “No matter what, I’m with you.” We pressed forward, the trees thinning as we neared a clearing marked by scorched earth and shattered stone—signs of another brutal attack. The stench of burnt flesh lingered, and my stomach clenched. Our enemies were ruthless, but this was something else. This was calculated cruelty designed to break us down, piece by piece.

But I knew better than to protest, for defiance would only invite further punishment upon myself. "The only reason you're still here is because of the legacy your parents left behind," he spat, his grip tightening on my hair until it felt like my scalp would tear. With a sudden jerk, he slammed my head against the wall, the impact sending shockwaves of pain radiating through my skull. I crumpled to the ground, clutching my throbbing head as he loomed over me, a menacing shadow against the wall. "Get up!" His voice was a thunderous roar, echoing off the walls of the kitchen as he delivered a swift kick to my stomach. "And don't let me catch you slacking off again."

I turned to look at him, but his eyes were already closed, and his hands were folded under his head. In my guilt, I draped his abdomen with my arm. I even placed my head on his chest, but he only rubbed my back. I reached out under the covers and slid my hand against his waistband to excite his reaction further. Soon, I felt his bulge in my hand, but it didn’t stir. If I did this to Kim, he would have turned me over to devour me right away. But Zed was different. He would still stay limp if his mind weren’t conditioned to do it.

He freed his monstrous cock and drove it into her soaked pussy with one savage, merciless thrust — forcing nearly his entire enormous length inside her in a single brutal stroke. “FUUUUCK!” Liliana screamed, her cheek pressed against the glass as her tight walls were violently torn open. The searing, burning pain was agonizing — it felt like a red-hot steel pipe was splitting her cunt apart. Victor gripped her hips with bruising force and started fucking her with raw, animalistic brutality. Each punishing thrust slammed her body against the table, her breasts flattening painfully against the cold glass. The wet, violent squelching of her cunt being destroyed echoed through the empty boardroo

but it was impossible for her little delicate frame as he was too strong for her to move even a single inch below him. He kissed the spot after biting and then continue to bite all over her neck mercilessly and then kissed the spot ... it was getting unbearable for her ... she was crying and shouting for help ... continuously requesting him to leave her... but her all cries were like falling on his deaf ears... and he continued his torcher on her... He reached a little below towards her cleavage... and once again bite hard in between there and she cried loud like her life was sucked out of her body ... Without wasting any time he began opening the hooks of her blouse she tried to wiggle and

I closed my eyes, trying to shield myself from the violence, but it was futile against his brute strength. The world around me blurred - the bookshelves lining the walls, the desk strewn with papers, everything was reduced to a hazy background noise as the pain consumed me. A choked gasp escaped my lips as Boris's next blow landed on my ribs, each breath following was a struggle, like I was breathing through a straw. I could feel the cold floor beneath me, pressing hard against my back as if aiding my brother in his brutal assault.

"Rest as much as you can; after all, you will need energy to walk to the border." "You..." I growled and stood up to lunge at him but stopped when he stood up. His tall figure over my average height was enough to turn my rage into fear. "This was the first time I saw a lioness turning into a mouse." He chuckled and hit my forehead lightly. I turned my face away. He knows how to boil someone's blood and raise someone's blood pressure just with his venomous words. "I have to be ruthless to teach a spoiled brat some basic survival skills," he again mocked me. I didn't reply and turned towards the oak tree.