What the hell is he doing ???
Doesn't he hate me ??
Please let me go !!!
This is so wrong !!!
But instead he does something more shockingly shameless. He bucks his hips against me, one of his strong thighs shoves in between my legs forcefully . The fabric of my skirt stretches.
He frees my wrists, and I start beating at his hard chest with my hands. It's a futile attempt. I try to pry his other hand off from my mouth. Nothing was working in my favor. It was as if he was chiseled of solid marble.
Get off of me you dastard !!!
Has he no shame !!!??!
Wasn't he discussing about shamelessness in society just an hour ago and now he's doing something so shameless !!!??
Is it because I'm Muslim and he thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants with me ?!!
You sick and twisted hateful dastard !!!
All the while his free hand dives down, fisting the fabric of my skirt. With a swift effortless motion, he hikes my skirt up over my hips. Completely exposing my bare legs and panties. I'm beyond horrified at such a degrading gesture.
"Nice legs.." He drawls approvingly, lustful gaze raking over my exposed skin. "They would appear more nice wrapped tight around me..when I fūck you..."
My screams of shock remain muffled by his hand. He quickly secures my wrists in his free hand again, rendering me fully helpless.
"Let me show you ..Kashani.." He licks his lips again, eyes darkening. "Allow me to show you how..I've been feeling lately..while you prance about..teasing me.. As if the kiss never occurred.."
Tears pool within my eyes as I blink at him rapidly, trying to communicate for him to stop. I didn't understand what he meant by such cryptic statement. But all that seeps out from my end is muffled sounds behind the cold hand shackled across my lips.
My breathing hitches, as he shoves his jeans clad hips against me. I try kicking at him with my legs but all it does is drive him in further.
"Just feel it, Kashani.." His whispers hot against my flushed cheeks. "Shh..stop struggling and just feel it.."
A dreadfully odd sensation stirs shamelessly in my loins. I try kicking at him with my bare legs on either side of him. Yet it was to no avail.
His voice nearing a deadly edge. "Or I'll make you really learn your lesson.."
He continues bucking his solid hips between my legs. Tears stream down my cheeks as I fight back the beginnings of an unwanted reaction to his unwanted ministrations. His belt buckle causing a continuous heated friction against my panty covered nether region.
After some minutes, I'm out of breath from the struggles. His tight hold on me, getting harsher and harsher. The more I had fought the more he squeezed my wrists and my mouth, it hurt terribly and so I stilled.
But what baffles me is the heady feeling, throbbing between my legs. It sends ripples through out my body. I will my mind not to focus on this torrid sensation, I keep pushing it away.
Don't focus!!! don't focus !!!
He was relentlessly rubbing against me down there.The fabric of my underwear was too thin to prevent the titillating reaction from developing.
No! Sanam don't let him do this to you !! Fight it ! Don't feel it!
"I tower over you..you're so fragile.. " He murmurs huskily, resting his forehead against mine while grinding. "so easy to hold you here..so easy to pound into you hard against the wall..make your tight little body cūm over and over again.."
Heat emblazons my face ever more from such shameless immoral words. I am shocked at the way my body reacts to his words in equally shameless measures. The deep tone of his voice sends dangerous shivers down my spine. I feel vanquished. I was weakening ever more under his weight.
I squeeze my eyes shut, No ! Don't feel it ! Don't let him do this to you.
This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong !!
But it is getting beyond my comprehension, beyond my control. I helplessly feel the build up of strange and abnormally enthralling sensations below as his hips crash against me repeatedly.
It's not right ! It's wrong !! Stop feeling it !!
What is he doing to me??
My eyes gloss over with abundant tears. I feel the hot sensation searing over my skin, yet aching between my legs. A tantalizing ache that continued to increase.
When he starts grinding against me with more pressure, I hiccup back a partial sob and moan. I wasn't even sure if it was out of pleasure or remorse.
I was helplessly losing myself to the forbidden abyss within his fierce blue eyes, under his overbearing control.
He picks up pace, my back and head rattling against the wall as he shoves harder. The feeling in my nether regions takes a sharp ascension. I squeeze my eyes shut, end up surrendering to the treachery of my body.
The ache pulses through out me like a fever. My body starts quivering. Its a feeling that exceeds any pleasure I've ever known in my life. Felt like I was soaring higher and higher to somewhere on the brink of intoxicated insanity.
Abruptly he halts, my eyes snap open under a heated blue gaze. He's breathing erratically just as I am. I realize he has freed my mouth from his grip.
One of his hands were clamped around my waist while the other hooked under my knee, directing my leg over the back of his hip.
The rough feel of his hands against my bare thigh sent several tremors down my spine. My hands were fisting the front of his shirt.
"I bet you're so wet and ready for me, Kashani.." His voice lets out rough and strained. "But would your tight little body handle it?..Your body will be ruined, Kashani ..I need to ruin you..and you will enjoy it..you'll beg to be ruined..over and over again.."
Eyes levelling on my lips and he continues darkly. "Fuck you thoroughly in front of a mirror..while I'm deep inside you..you'd see how hard this infidel makes you cum..see our differences meld into one..as I drive myself inside you..how sinful huh?" He winks.
"Curse you! Go to hell!" I glare at him and then take the opportunity to scream and thrash against him.
He immediately grasps my wrists again, a dark masculine chuckle escapes his lips. "Give you pain...make it hurt so good.."
I scream again, hoping someone would hear me. But we were way too far from the others, my bedroom was located in corridor amongst the countless unoccupied guest bedrooms.
"Not all torture hurts..doll face.." He sneers, grinding his hips again on me, and I let out a frantic gasp.
"You like it..Kashani.." A satisfactory evil smirk curves at his lips. "You like the way I make you feel..I'll make it ache for you so good."
With an irate force I manage to yank out my wrist from his slackened hold and smack him across the face.
He stares down at me disquietingly, eyes growing deranged. "You'll regret ever doing that.."
My gaze widens in distress as he slams me agonisingly against the wall before smashing his lips against mine. I shriek and he bites down on my lip hard, forcing my mouth open. Then he begins grinding his hips between my legs again.
Never in my life did I feel so powerless and small as I do against him. The aching sensation between my legs starts to increase tenfold as he pummels against me nonstop. Never did my body feel so confused..so out of sync.
I end up squeezing my eyes shut from the painful pleasure wracking through out me.
"P-Please!!" I sob in between his searing harsh kisses, but the feeling is increasing the more he proceeds.
His tongue plunges into the crevices of my mouth before he pulls his head away. Grabbing both of my legs and wrapping them around his hips tight, he commands fiercely. "Cūm for me, little girl!"
I whimper against his mouth as the pulsation between my legs ascends me higher and higher. My heart was leaping to my throat.
An animalistic growl emanates from him, and he picks up merciless speed. My body ready to splinter from the force of his hips descending against my nether region. Felt as if such rough friction would spark an uncontainable wildfire throughout me.
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"Uhh!! Ahhhh!!!" I cry out as I feel it, a mind numbing painful yet pleasurable sensation reaching its peak. My vision darkens before I felt like I was bursting into light. The powerful feeling rendering me so powerless and debilitated. My entire body quivers roughly multiple times as I sob out my climax. He licks and kisses at my tears while my body continues spasming.
Chapter 23
Vladimir POV in 3rd person.
"Avtoritet Vladimir please, we're both part of a close knit Bratva, which I would never betray, you know me!" The bald man beseeches, shirtless body suppressing the tremors under coils of ropes bounding him to a chair.
He's striving to keep his fear hidden from the formidable eyes of the avtoritet. He leisurely paces back and forth infront of the trembling man under harsh fluorescent lighting.
Soft clicking of boots echo sinisterly through out the vast storage area of the closed cargo port. The avtoritet finally comes to a disquieting halt, inches away from the bald man.
The bounded man's eyes nervously flit towards the trademark silver gun holstered at the belt of the notorious avtoritet, the one in authority. The one imminently feared by many amongst the ranks of the Molotov Russkaya Mafiya.
"Nikita , Nikita, Nikita..To think you would have abjured by now..." Ensues the sleek velvety reply, as black leather gloves are slowly peeled off, revealing pale masculine hands. The gloves are set aside on a closed container.
The bounded man named Nikita begins to openly tremble as his eyes trail over the avtoritet's bare hands. Hands that were capable of numerous lethal atrocities.
Inorder to prevent an impending doom, Nikita opens his chattering mouth for another malarkey. "P-Please Vladimir-I mean avtoritet, I s-swear I n-never betrayed my dearest Molotov Bratva..I s-swear to Khristos I s-swear to t-the Orthodoxy of the Church-"
"Do not blasphemy the name of Christ nor of Pravoslavnaya!" Vladimir glowered abruptly in repleted conniption.
It profoundly offended Vladimir when anyone caught evidently lying, took the audacity to swear on Christ and Church. His beloved matushka, Anastasia Molotov Nielsen was always mindful of this.
She had ingrained within him since early childhood, never to swear on such sacred terms unless one was truthful.
By solid evidence, Nikita was finally seized in his web of deceitful betrayal towards the Molotov Bratva.
His swearing on faith had greatly agitated Vladimir who was now in no mood to run the events of the night slow, as he would normally during a covert operation.
Nonetheless, there was also another underlying inference he was currently resigned to easy agitation and mood swings. A reason for his restless condition of past few nights. An induction why he couldn't properly enjoy his covert tasks as he normally would.
The culprit for such simmering agitation was due to the distance of thousands of miles away from her.
Kashani...let me focus...have mercy on me..
..for the sake of all that is good and Holy in the Heavens and Earth..
..have mercy on me..
"I-I swear ! I haven't b-betrayed." Nikita continues with his hopeless balderdash, obstructing Vladimir from his intent reverie. He found himself growing evermore agitated by the intrusion of Nikita's whining.
Yet agitated furthermore for her inability to exit his mind during the conduction of an important business matter.
She was really getting under his skin.
Vladimir decided it was enough already, having subjected his ears to such relentless gibberish on part of Nikita long enough.
From a plastic bag, he produced out a couple of sharp metal hooks attached to ropes. Then he slid on a pair of rubber nitrile gloves.
Without sparing a second, he advances back towards the bounded man on the chair and begins stabbing the hooks through the skin of his shoulder blades.
Nikita lets out anguished screams. But they might as well have fallen on deaf ears, considering Vladimir went about stabbing away as if it were second nature to him.
But Vladimir also desired to rapidly get the assignment over and completed with. Albeit, he was no less disconcerted by the fact that he was viewing such a covert mission as some sort of irksome errand, needed of immediate disposable.
When under normal circumstances, he would have taken his languid time and enjoyed the kill thoroughly.
Abundant supply of blood oozes from Nikita's stab wounds as the hooks remained attached under his flesh. He continues screaming and pleading to Vladimir, who only appears unperturbed.
Vladimir knew exactly what the next step was, and under normal conditions wherein his mind wasn't so preoccupied with her, he would have most certainly enjoyed the next event wrought out by his cruel imagination.
Yet now, he only wished to get it over with so he could depart the current premises for a time of tranquility elsewhere..a time to dwell on darkened thoughts concerning her.
Kashani ..if only you had an inkling of my mind in regards to you...
...you'd try to escape to the farthest corners of the globe....
The thought of her trying to run away from him, delivers a fiendish smirk to his lips.
...Try as you might little girl...
..I'd only come after you..
...and I'd always find you..
..even in the remotest of locations on God's green Earth...
The thought of utilizing his power and ability to easily discover her, oddly gave him immense comfort. Albeit, he knew that in her naivety she hasn't even commenced this game of hide and seek yet.
But he was more than certain she wouldn't be the one to not give it a try, after she gets increasingly acquainted by his darkened mind.
Vladimir coils onto a medium sized machine crane, the free ends of the hooks attached to the ropes leading to the hooks stabbed under Nikita's skin. Then he plugs in the crane's cord and simply begins to switch on the certain operating buttons.
Nikita lets out blood curdling screams, as the multiple hooks attached under his flesh yank him up into the air by the crane pulling at the ropes.
The crane maneuvers and suspends him over an open lid, ten foot talk cylinder container filled with ice cold water. Nikita wails in utter horror. "No!!! Please!!! Vladimir!!! Have mercy !!!"
Evading such pleas with a monotone expression, Vladimir plucks off the soiled rubber nitrile gloves and disposes of them in the plastic bag. He slips on his black leather gloves, produces out a silver dagger from the hidden pockets of his open overcoat.
On the hilt of the dagger, gleams the sigil of the Silver Dragon encircling a Christian Cross. A dagger many glimpsed seconds before their deaths at the cruel hands wielding it.
He strides near the water filled cylinder and picks up a thick electrical cord running along the bottom corners of the wall behind the container.
Effortlessly, he slices open the cord in a single swing of his dagger wielding hand. The electricity lets out small sparks amongst the now naked bundle of metallic fibers, visible within the torn thick cord.
Sheathing his dagger, he slips it back into his overcoat. Then he picks up the two ends of the slashed cord and adeptly tosses them up into the direction of the open container.
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