Chapter 128: (Beta Vladimir, new story)

“This is going to get us killed,” she said, looking her mate in the eye. She knew what it was to be caught and she knew that it was the last thing that they needed.

The man that she called her husband was never going to let her get away with it. “Vladimir, you don’t know Konstantin, he is not…”

“Oh, I know him, malyshka.” He said, stopping the woman. “The question is, are you willing to stick till the end of this? Would you be willing to fight for me?”

“Vladimir…”

“Because I am more than willing to kill for you, malyshka.” He said, stopping her. “All I need is a yes, my beloved Elena, I am more than willing to go all the way for you…” 

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Elena:

I had to fight back flinching as my bedroom door opened, knowing that he was going to be more satisfied with me doing so.

He walked toward me, and though I had my eyes on my lap, avoiding his gaze, I didn’t need to know that his eyes were cold and menacing toward me. Any other woman who saw him would have believed that he was what she was looking for. But neither one of them knew the terror that he was in reality.

“Strip,” he said, his command straight and direct. I knew that resenting his touch would be fatal on me, and getting up from the chair that I was sitting on, I went to do as told before the door was knocked twice.

He raised his hand at me, stopping me, and I looked down at my feet, dropping my hand in an instant. Seven years were enough to teach me what was to happen to me if I were to be stubborn when asked to do something. Seven long years were more than enough in my opinion.

“Come in,” he called, not even bothering to spare me a glance. The room was supposed to be mine, but I wasn’t dumb, everything in this place belonged to him; I was just one of the things that he possessed, the thing that brought him the pleasure that he wanted. It was the debt that my parents paid when they failed to pay their due. 

Batrov, his right hand, entered the room, and I couldn’t help but find myself frowning at his sight. I knew that Batrov rarely came in here and I knew that IF he dared interrupt him when he was with his ‘wife’, then it must have been important. And seeing as Konstantin did not mind, I knew that he wanted him to come in the first place.

“What is it, Batrov?” He asked, shaking his head in question at the man. Batrov looked at me for a second before turning to look at his boss. He knew that whatever it was, it was something that Konstantin might not want me to hear; but then again, he also knew that I couldn’t tell anyone if I tried. 

“He is awake,” he said, and I frowned in confusion despite keeping my gaze on the ground. “He opened his eyes a while ago,”

“Good, have the doctors tend to him. I will be coming to him in a bit.” Konstantin said, his tone calm and proud before he turned to look at me. Batrov didn’t bother waiting another second as he turned to the door, leaving the two of us alone.

Konstantin walked around me for a second, a predator, walking around his prey before he leaned in toward my neck. His hot breath hit my neck, and it took everything in me not to take a step forward. 

“I am going to be busy for the next few days before I head off to New York City,” he said, making me gulp. Normally, before he left, he would be sure that I wasn’t able to walk without feeling him inside me, and I hoped that it wasn’t what was going to happen. “I would say strip, but right now, I am far too busy to do so. Therefore, you are to be ready for me when I send word of coming back.”

I kept my eyes on the ground as my heart raced against my chest. I feared this being one of his sick games again, a game to get a reaction out of me. And I knew very well what it was to be caught up in one of his games. 

“But then again, I doubt that leaving my woman without feeling me inside her is a good idea, is it?” He asked, and I closed my eyes, waiting for what was to come. 

*Trigger Warning, read with caution*

He grabbed me by my neck from the back, and it was seconds later that I felt him unzipping his pants as he pulled his cock out of his boxers. He bit my earlobe before raising my dress. I was never allowed any undergarments unless he wanted me to wear them to simply rip them off my body. And closing my eyes as he pushed me forward, I held onto my dresser as he thrust himself inside me. 

“I am going to make sure that you scream my name so loud that everyone knows who you belong to.” He said, looking at me through the reflection. His thrusts were relentless, and I had to close my eyes to stop my tears from falling from them. The pain was too much, and I wasn’t dumb not to know that I wouldn’t be bleeding once he was one. 

His hand slapped my bum more than once, and I could hear him removing his belt, allowing me to brace myself for what was to come as the belt hit me. My lips quivered at the contact, but I bit my bottom lip, drawing blood out of it as he shuddered over me.

His fingers dug in my bum, and it was seconds later before he reached his climax inside me. 

*End of Trigger*

He pulled out and I stilled, holding onto the dresser, trying to catch my breath as he zipped his pants up. I straightened and turned to face him, making sure not to look at him as he walked out the door, leaving me in the room as I turned to look at myself in the mirror, knowing that he did not get what he wanted.

For I did not scream…