SNUFFED: SNUFF Sequel - Part One

by Bonny Capps

  I scoff before turning and leaving, slamming the door behind me. As I walk down the hall, I reach into my pocket and dial a dear friend’s number.

  “Zdravstvuyte?”

  “Do you remember that favor that you owe me? It’s time to pay up.”

  He sighs on the other end. “Ah, Vadim. So nice to hear from you again, my friend.”

  I run a hand over my face. “Prosti. A lot of shit is going down. I need your help.”

  “We meet at the normal spot tonight?”

  “Da. I will see you there.”

  I watch from a distance as Sofia runs the brush over her horse’s stark white mane. She opted to come out here, maybe to touch base with her human side again. She hasn’t been the same since the video. She acts like nothing is wrong, but I know.

  Eventually she will come to accept the darkness that lives in her, because it does. She bit through that woman’s neck without a second thought. She looked wild, and the way her crazed eyes dilated was not lost on me … it made me love her more. Enough so that I cannot allow her to spend any more time with the Prime Minister. I have other plans in place … a plan that I should have thought of long ago.

  Blackmailing the one person that could change everything: her brother.

  One last time. One last time I will witness her with another, and it will not be a dirty politician who will keep sniffing around for seconds.

  “Are you ready?” Dimitri murmurs from behind me.

  I sweep one more coat of crimson lipstick across my lips before rubbing them together. “Yes. I’m ready.”

  “You look incredible,” he murmurs as he places his hands on my bare shoulders. “Black is fitting for you. It contrasts against your milky skin magnificently. You are a beautiful force to be reckoned with.”

  My eyes flit to his in the reflection of the mirror. His beauty makes my knees weak. The beautiful demon that he is possesses me every time he speaks to me this way. Not having a choice made me love him. His undeniable handsomeness made me want him. His harshness made me both fear and admire him.

  My heart has never had a chance in his fierce grasp.

  Licking my lips, I stare up into his amber eyes. “You look very handsome tonight, but I have to say, I like you better when your hair is amuck after a morning fuck.”

  He spins me around before wrapping his arms around my form. I wish that I didn’t feel safe in his embrace, but I do.

  When you sleep in the lion’s den, you want them to care enough not to bite. You want them to love you, not devour you. And, eventually, that fear becomes something else; an unhealthy admiration born from fear. A love birthed from misunderstanding.

  “You are going to be what destroys me,” he whispers, running his lips across my cheek as he speaks.

  My breathing accelerates as he runs his hands down my back to the curve of my ass. I feel his length grow against my belly, the same place that burns for him to touch me.

  “Please,” I whimper, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I want you.”

  He shakes his head. “Not yet. We’re already late as it is.”

  “Make them wait,” I breathe out as my hand slides over his cock. “I can’t wait all night. I’ll go insane.”

  Grasping my wrist, he pulls my hand away. “Good. I like making you crazy with want. It will make tonight all the more fun.”

  He turns and leaves me in the bathroom, and I scowl as I follow behind him.

  The ballroom where our wedding reception was held has changed immensely. Gone are the days of beautiful stucco designs and shiny cherry wood floors. Even the braided staircase was replaced with a metal one that spirals up to the balcony.

  The floors are now tiled black, and the walls are a dark gray. Strobe lights send sporadic colors across the room, and dark industrial music booms from the speakers.

  The crowd has also changed. Other than the members of the Vavilov bratva, everyone is young, likely the same age as Dimitri and I. Women still ogle him and seem to have no regard for me, but I smile smugly at them as he leads me through the crowd with an arm wrapped possessively around my waist.

  Go-go dancers wearing black bikini tops and short leather shorts sway and twirl around the poles that are situated on round platforms throughout the room. I feel like a movie star as numerous people greet us from every direction.

  “What do you want to drink?” Dimitri shouts over the music as we approach the bar.

  I smile. “Water.”

  He laughs and shakes his head. “Vodka? You’ve got it.”

  I roll my eyes as he retrieves the two shot glasses from the bartender. He hands me one before clinking his against mine. “To us.”

  I grimace when I allow the burning liquid to slither down my throat. He looks over my shoulder and smirks. I turn and see my brother and Alina making their way through the crowd. I look towards Dimitri.

  “Please tell me you aren’t going to hurt him.”

  He smiles. “Of course not, mouse. Family is family.”

  “You aren’t angry with him?”

  Dimitri shrugs. “As long as he doesn’t give me another reason to.”

  “Brother,” Alina says as she approaches us. Leaning forward, she kisses him on the mouth, with is strange. Maybe that’s customary in Russia? I haven’t really been out of this dacha long enough to find out.

  “Alexei,” Dimitri says, offering my brother his hand.

  Alexei eyes it for a moment before shaking his hand. “Dimitri.”

  Looking towards me, he smiles warmly. “Sofia, I hope everything is okay.”

  I nod before embracing him. “Why did you come?” I whisper into his ear.

  “It will be okay,” he murmurs before releasing me.

  The night goes on, and I am feeling woozy from the numerous shots that I’ve taken. I sit with Dimitri in the lounge area with my cheek against his chest. His heartbeats nearly lull me to sleep, but I quickly become aware when Benedikt Bogrov, the Prime Minister, approaches us.

  “Dimitri,” he slurs as he wobbles back and forth. “I’m ready to go now.”

  Dimitri chuckles. “Go, then. You know where the door is, no?”

  Benedikt huffs before his bloodshot eyes lock onto mine. “I am not leaving without her. We had a deal.”

  “Circumstances have changed,” Dimitri responds coolly.

  The Prime Minister chuckles as he runs a hand over his mouth. Then, he leans forward and attempts to grab me, but stops when Dimitri pulls out a pistol and aims it between his eyes.

  He puts his hands up in surrender. “What is this?”

  Dimitri smiles. “This is your only chance to get the fuck out of my home before I blow your brains out.”

  Benedikt’s hands drop to his sides, and he turns to leave before stopping and looking over his shoulder momentarily. “This isn’t over, Vavilov.”

  Dimitri scoffs before waving him away.

  “What the fuck was that?” Alexei snaps as he watches the Prime Minister shove his way through the remaining crowd, which is sparse now compared to earlier.

  Dimitri tucks his gun into his waist band before responding. “Nothing. That’s what that was.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a baggy with several blue pills. “Let’s get this part started.”

  “What is that?” I ask as he pours several of the pills onto his palm. “Ecstasy. Don’t worry. Its heroine based, not speed based. This will make you feel really nice.”

  I shake my head. “I don’t know about that.”

  His eyes snap to mine, and he shoves one of the pills past my lips. “Swallow.” Reaching towards Alexei, he hands him one of the pills. My brother doesn’t think twice before he pops it into his mouth, and Alina does the same.

  It doesn’t take long for the drug to take effect, and everything turns into a “feel-good” blur.

  It is no fun being the only one with a clear mind while those surrounding you are in the throes of euphoria. I am reaping the benefits though.

  Watching Alina lick
my wife’s pussy while I drive into her from behind is pure heaven.

  Watching Alexei and Sofia kiss each other deeply doesn’t bother me as much as I’d originally thought. Neither does his hand as he eagerly kneads her breast. Alina’s pussy is second best to Sofia’s, but I love it nonetheless.

  My shot glasses were filled with water, and the pills that I took were made of sugar. I had to be aware in this moment, and now I’m happy that I made that decision. This isn’t something that I ever want to forget.

  Steadily, I snap pictures of Sofia and her brother. His hand has travelled between Alina’s mouth and Sofia’s cunt as he drives two fingers into her pussy.

  “Alexei, take her. Fuck her like I know you’ve wanted to,” I rasp as my fingers dig into Alina’s hip. I’ve come inside of her twice already, what’s a third time?

  He takes no time to snatch her from Alina before opening her legs wide. He sucks on her clit, and Sofia runs her fingers through his hair, moaning as she comes in his mouth. She is so beautiful as her back bows and her plump lips form into an “O.”

  Alexei climbs on top of her before sinking his cock deep inside of her. She claws his back as he fucks her hard, leaving bright red lines across his flesh.

  I take several more pictures before biting my lip, dropping my phone, and grasping Alina’s hips; fucking her hard as I watch Alexei and Sofia fuck.

  I stretch, and my eyelids are illuminated from the morning sun. The soft curves of a woman are flesh against my chest, and my dick is buried deep into a slick, tight pussy.

  Smiling I run my hands over her ass before giving it a squeeze. I attempt to open my eyes, but they quickly snap shut once the light blinds me. Flipping over, I pump into her pussy, feeling her tighten around my length. I’m so close to coming already. Her cunt is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

  She cries out beneath me, and I come inside of her wet heat, moaning as she squeezes every last drop from my cock.

  “Alexei, stop,” she whimpers, and my eyes snap open after I hear her familiar voice.

  Sofia lies beneath me with her palms facing up on each side of her head. Her cheeks are streaked with tears turned black from her mascara, and her nostrils flare as she stares up at me.

  I leap from the bed and back into the furthest wall. Sofia grasps the blanket, quickly covering her body as she curls into a tight ball.

  Looking across the room, I see Alina standing in a robe with her arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders as she stares at the floor. Dimitri sits by the fire emotionless as he looks down at his phone.

  Running a hand through my hair, I try to make sense of what just happened. “What the fuck,” I murmur at first, but the question becomes louder each time I repeat it.

  Dimitri stares at me from across the room. “Bring Vadim to me.”

  I shake my head, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I just stuck my dick inside of Sofia. “I don’t understand. I–I ….”

  “Bring Vadim to me, and I will not show your father the pictures.”

  My eyes snap to his. “Pictures?”

  He chuckles as he stands and approaches me, swiping his thumb over the screen of his phone. “This one is my favorite.”

  He turns the phone towards me, and I nearly vomit when I see the photo. “Y-you can’t. Please.”

  Dimitri tilts his head. “Oh, but I can, and I will if you do not follow through.”

  “How am I supposed to get him to you?”

  He shrugs. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” He pats my cheek mockingly before he turns to leave. “Please, come join us for breakfast before you leave. Sofia, get up and get dressed. No use crying over spilt milk.”

  I sit at the table trying to ignore Konstantin as he looks at me curiously. I’m sure I look disheveled. I cannot eat. I want to hide under a rock and never come out.

  What I did to Sofia … I will never be able to erase it from my mind. The fact that I found it so pleasurable is even more sickening.

  I look across the table and see my sister rocking my niece. She smiles as the baby coos, acting as if nothing is wrong, but when her eyes find mine, her smile immediately falls. If my father finds out, he will kill me. There is absolutely no denying that, and I couldn’t blame him, either. None of this would’ve happened if he just handed Vadim over in the first place. That fucker had no right to seek asylum in our bratva, the rat that he is.

  “We need to discuss business, Alexei,” Dimitri mutters before taking a bite of toast. “Vadim will never come here willingly. Arrange a meeting somewhere discreet. Say that you need to discuss Sofia. He will not turn that down, seeing as he’s obsessed with her. The fact that you visited my dacha will help in that aspect. Tell him that you need to discuss her mistreatment. I will have my men hiding, and ready to grab him. You just tell me the time and place.”

  I nod my head slowly. Words are worthless. There is nothing that I can do to fix what I’ve done. There is no taking it back. Giving him Vadim will only make my family more vulnerable, but how can I fix it? I can’t. I have to play by Dimitri’s rules, or I lose everything.

  Years of scrutiny from my father has only made me more determined to take over the bratva once he’s gone.

  “You are the most beautiful little girl. Did you know that?” I whisper, and Eva smiles as her little chubby fingers tangle in my hair.

  I grin as I rock her back and forth. She is the last sliver of happiness that I’ve got in this world; my angelic little Eva. No matter how hard I try, I cannot erase what happened between me and Alexei from my mind. It has been a thorn that has, and will remain, in my side for the rest of my life. I don’t know what’s dirtier and more wrong; what happened with me and Alexei, or what I did to that girl.

  Dimitri will stop at nothing to taint me.

  How long has he been sleeping with Alina? Was this a onetime thing, or has it been going on for a while? It’s sick, and disturbing, but I’m no better. I am guilty of the same things. I’m a murderer. I fucked Alexei.

  As I stare into Eva’s eyes, I admire her innocence, but I’m so afraid. If we stay here, will she be tainted, too? Will Dimitri make it a point to mar her pure soul? Can I keep her safe from him? The love that I have for my daughter is concrete. I would throw myself in front of a thousand knives if it meant that I could keep her safe.

  A knock sounds at the door of her nursery, and I look up to see Konstantin.

  “Are you ready to go?” he asks, crossing his tattooed arms over his chest.

  I shrug. “Not today.”

  “You have to go, Sofia. You know the drill.” He reasons, but I shake my head.

  “I’m not feeling well.”

  “Dimitri will not be—”

  “If Dimitri has a problem with it, then he can come to me himself. Otherwise, leave, and let me spend time with my daughter,” I snap, avoiding his gaze.

  Once he leaves me alone, it doesn’t take long for my husband to stomp into the room. “What is your problem? Denying my orders? Come. Now. We are going to be late.”

  Standing, I place Eva in her crib. “Not today.”

  “Excuse me?” he seethes, shooting a chill down my spine.

  I turn to face him. “I’m not feeling well.”

  His lips twitch into a smile, and he begins flexing his fingers. “Sofia, I do not want to hurt you.”

  “Then don’t,” I snap, attempting to walk past him, but he snatches my arm before whipping me around.

  “I am not asking, mouse. I am telling you. Do you understand?”

  I shake my head. “I don’t want to go to a stupid ballet, alright?”

  He chuckles darkly, and before I can utter another word, the back of his hand lands across my cheek. I gasp as the familiar taste of blood fills my mouth.

  His fingers tighten around my arm, and I whimper. “You are being an idiot. Do you see what you made me do, Sofia? Do you think that I want to hurt you?” I cry out as he jabs his finger into my temple. “Do you think at all?”

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bsp; Dimitri releases me, and I stumble backwards as he runs a hand down his face. “Go clean your face, and meet me downstairs.”

  I stare up at him, watching as his jaw tenses, and his eyes become more narrowed. “Now!” he demands, and when he cocks his head to the side, I shake my head slowly as I hug my shoulders.

  He huffs, and I watch his gaze travel to Eva and then back to me. “Don’t you dare.”

  His eyebrows shoot up, and he begins walking towards her.

  “Don’t you fucking touch her!” I holler, and he stops right in front of her crib. She stares up at him, cooing as a line of drool hangs from her bottom lip. He lifts her up, and my heart becomes lodged in my throat.

  Turning towards me, he bounces her up and down as he stares at me. “It’s a shame that your Mama can’t behave, isn’t it, little one?” His tone drips with sarcasm, and it takes everything in me not to punch him as hard as I can.

  “Put my daughter down, Dimitri. If you hurt her, I will hate you. If you kill her, you kill me too. I will end myself. She is the only thing that I live for.”

  He tilts his head before turning towards the crib once more, then he holds her up and drops her. Her scream pierces my ears as I rush over to her. She’s scared, but not injured, thankfully. I run my hand over her soft hair in an attempt to soothe her, and she stops crying as she hiccups, staring up at her pathetic excuse of a father and wondering why he would hurt her. It breaks my heart, and I’m not sure which emotion I’m feeling is more powerful: sadness or anger.

  I turn towards him, and I punch him as hard as possible. It barely fazes him, so I punch him again, and again, and again. His cheek is red, and his lip is bloodied, but he shows absolutely no emotion. He doesn’t flinch.

  I go in for another hit, but his hand flies out and grasps my wrist. He snarls and glares at me. If looks could kill, I’d die a thousand times.

  “I will deal with you tonight. I can’t have you black and blue before we leave. There will be many eyes watching us. Eva will remain in Vlad’s care until we return. It will take one call, Sofia, and he will do what needs to be done. You are to behave, smile, and be happy to be there. Are we clear?”