25-year-old Lyra loves to dance and hang out with her best friend, who is more like a sister. Lyra's world is turned upside down when she is taken hostage. Soon Lyra discovers she is drawn to one of the Russian men who took her and fights it, knowin...
Warning this chapter has a lot of fast sex content read at your own risk. For the people who love a crazy sexy erotic fuck, this is for you!
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Where ever I am, it sure is beautiful here. It's just a little after 11 pm as I sit by my window with the lights off looking up the night sky. Stars shine brighter than I have ever seen before. I hear a light tap on my door. I am opening the door with cation, not knowing who would visit me this late at night.
"Ты мне нужен" Viktor growls out, stepping into the room with determination his face and stepping back as he moves into me, kicking the door shut with his foot.
" what are you." I start to say as he grabs my arms and smashes his lips with mine. Shocked, it takes me a moment to move my lips. All my thoughts fall, grabbing his hair and wrapping my arm around his neck as he picks me up and carries me to the bed. We fall on the plush bed entangled with one another. _________Translation(I need you)
This is so wrong, I know it is, but it feels so right. Kissing my face, to my neck to my nipple, he bites. Moaning loudly, I grab his hair pulling on it slightly. Slowly he moves his other hand down my body. Delightful shivers run through me. My pussy clenches in anticipation. Sliding his fingers in between my wet folds, I moan.
"Oh, so fucking wet and ready for me," he whispers, sliding one finger at a time inside me. My breath hitches in my throat as he starts pumping into me with a steady rhythm; he slides his thumb over my clit, giving it friction " Yes, Viktor," I said, whimpering. Viktor moves quickly on his knees. I feel his hot breath on my pussy before I'm ready with his fingers still inside me; he starts sucking on my clit hard.
" Ah, fuck," I pant, feeling the familiar ache in my lower stomach as my release is coming. My juices are flowing into his as I cum. With my legs shaking, he pulls me down, putting me on my knees. His erection big, thick and ready, I don't get the chance to tease him or admire him like I want to before he grabs me by the hair shoving his dick in the back throat.
The pump of his hips are hard and quick. I gag as unwanted tears fall. I'm so fucking turned on I love this, so I let him continue fucking my throat. I grab his ass to finding his rhythm to encourage him to pump harder " Fucking hell," I hear him say before releasing his cum into my throat.
My throat is going to hurt like hell later; I can feel it already. What he is doing to me is foreign since I don't remember the past few men Iv been with. While he is being ruff with me, I'm glad because I'm not sure I am ready to handle the feeling if he made love to me.
After slipping a condom on, he flips me around, pulling my hips in the air, slapping my ass cheeks. Stinging pain burns my ass" ah yes please" I cry out his hand slapping my ass again and again before ramming his hard member inside of me. Thrust after thrust, he fucks me like a wild animal, and I love it my darkness coming out to play this side of me I didn't even know I had until coming here.
I feel his finger against my ass crack, and I freeze, fearing I won't like what he about to do. Slowing down a bit, he bends over me his breath tickling my face." trust me," He says, righting himself again and slapping my ass his cock hitting my walls.
Viktor sticks a finger in my ass, feeling the pressure I tense again but soon relax as I get lost in his fucking. Slowly at first, he moves his finger faster and faster. Fireworks explode around me. My whole body starts to quiver and shake from such an intense orgasm. He starts to move more quickly, his balls slapping me. "Oh, fuck," Viktor growls out before finding his release.
Before I can catch my breath or open my eyes, I hear the door close, my eyes pop open to see Viktor and his clothing gone. Something in my heart twist. Tears stream down my face in silent sobs as I drift to sleep.
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My reflection in the mirror reflects power and leadership. Lies, I think, as I slip on my nude pumps to complete a white silk blouse and white pencil skirt. The day is bright and warm as I walk to my father's garden, meeting him for lunch. I don't see him every day, but I'm thankful for that.
" You look so much like your mother," he states as I get close enough to him. I try not to grimace sure that it's not a compliment. I don't believe he ever loved my mother; she was nothing but a task to give birth to his empire.
My smile doesn't reach my eyes as I look at him. Guards stand at all for corners of the beautiful flower garden. Every flower of every color you can think of surrounds us. The square center of the garden made of pretty flat stones. Greys, beige, and black mix together like a dance. At the center of the garden sits a rounded glass table. sitting 10 feet for this stands a tall fountain with koi fish." Thanks" comes an automatic reply as sit across form.
"How are you adjusting to this new life" he questions, looking my face intently looking for something, but I'm not sure what.
" As well I can," I shrug my shoulders. He nods his head in response as our cob salads severed with white wine. I take a sip waiting for him to say whatever is that he wants. One thing I have learned about my father is he always wants something, and there is still a motive, a purpose to what he wants done for a bigger plan, and I'm apart of this bigger plan.
"I think its time you get a small look into the life your fixing to live he says, pulling out his gun. He turns slightly, shooting one of the guards in the head. The bang is ringing my ears; I stare at the lifeless body lying on the ground in shock. Darkness swirls in the pit of my stomach. "Was that fucking necessary," I question annoyance clear in my tone. His eyes narrow on me.
"You better get used to death because your new life will be full of it, and you can't hesitate to kill someone. I stand up angry at his words, trying to tell me who I am and will be. Forgetting yet again I'm supposed to play along my mouth gets the best of me. "Fuck you and your business." "Shove it up your ass," I yell, standing up, ready to walk away.
"Sit your ass down," his voice booms. " you will accept this life; you will learn, and you love it or ill kill your precious laura."
Fear and anger twist my heart, but I sit down, knowing he is not joking after the stunt he just pulled. I know he won't hesitate to kill her also. "What exactly is your business you run here, dear daddy"? I ask him.
He smiles wickedly like he just won some game that only he's playing. " You will know soon, my dear child soon." "Now, eat your food."
I stare at him for a moment then look at the body lying on the ground. Something dark in me wants me excited, and that scares me genuinely. This isn't me; it is him. I won't let him change. I tell my self with conviction. With that, I try being disgusted sad for the one who died,d but I feel nothing only annoyance and angry at my father.
Nothing else happens for the rest of the Lunch. My father talks on and off about some plans he has for Viktor and I, but I'm not listening other than nodding my head at him. My thoughts drift back to the body, and I wonder why it didn't bother me, why it didn't scare me or make me sick. I fight a war with my self for the rest of the day, wondering if I am indeed my father's daughter.
Hey ya! That was super intense, I know, but there could be a reason why he treated her with such little care, or maybe he just wanted to fuck her and leave. I guess you will have to keep reading to find out.
while she said she didn't want love, her crying at the end says otherwise no matter how much she loved it.
S.M Irene, please don't forget to comment and vote
