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My entire body was feeling the heat, the impact of his thrusts. I could feel his cock deep inside my stomach, and he was hitting places that sent shivers down my spine. I shut my eyes, tightening my grip on the sheets.

I heard his groan grow deeper, and I knew what was about to happen. Before I could finish my thoughts, I felt his massive load inside me, filling me up warmly. With both legs clasped around his waist, I accepted his load, groaning as he emptied it all inside me.

Yes! Give it to me!

After he was done cumming, he slowly pulled out his cock, and I let out a satisfactory sigh, both hands smoothing my hair back.

Fuck!

Chapter 12 – Daniil

It had been a week already, and those were by far some of the best few days of my life. My milaya hadn’t taken too much time loosening up; she’d accepted her fate rather quickly, faster than I’d predicted.

My assumptions about her were correct; she was really good in bed, and her pussy was undeniably the sweetest I’d tasted in a long time. She was so good that I found myself becoming more and more obsessed with each passing day. I’d become addicted to her within the short period we spent together.

Upon my return, every day since we first shagged, it had been sex, sex, and sex. I couldn’t stop myself and couldn’t get enough of her. Sex with this young, naive woman was always mind-blowing, although she had transformed from being a naive and inexperienced girl to an expert who was shameless in bed at times.

As I drove home, my mind was occupied with thoughts of her and my favorite moments of us together.

I thought about how impressed I was when I’d realized that I was the one who took her virginity, and a sense of satisfaction had washed over me. She hadn’t been touched by anyone else but me, and that was priceless. I wanted it to remain that way. I was a jealous man who hated to share; I was selfish and possessive of whatever belonged to me.

At first, Vivian had been a little shy, even after the first time, but consequently, she began to get used to it, and I marveled at how easily she fell for me. She obviously loved the way I handled her, and sometimes, she initiated the sex herself.

I smiled faintly, replaying the first time she’d surprised me with that.

I had a long day dealing with several traitors who had attempted to sell us out to a rival organization. Andrei had caught them and brought them to me that night.

Smoking in my car, I waited for the traitors to be brought to me. My driver had pulled over by a bridge in a secluded area.

From my seat, I saw the headlights of an approaching car, and the vehicle soon came to a stop. The headlights went off, and I heard the car’s sliding doors opening, accompanied by heavy footsteps.

Andrei walked over to my car and opened the backdoor from outside. I stepped out, and there they were: two brothers who didn’t know that they were about to die.

We conversed in Russian, and I made them feel comfortable and laugh in front of the others.

“These men have been hard-working, and I want to use this medium to appreciate their efforts.” I patted their shoulders.

The fools laughed, nodding as a couple of my men applauded them. No one knew my plans except for Andrei.

“I just have one question.” My countenance changed into a serious one immediately. “Why did you choose to betray me?”

Their breaths ceased at my words, and their faces were clouded with fear.

“Did you really think I wouldn't find out about your little deal with the Smoke Serpents?”

One of them, the older one, swallowed hard, dampened with sweat. He tried to defend himself, but I drew out my gun and fired once, a bullet to the head. His blood splashed on the face of the guy behind him, and his brother took off foolishly, attempting to flee. Without much effort, Andrei stretched out a hand and dragged him back by the shirt.

Enraged by his cowardice, I grabbed him myself, and with my bare hands, I beat him mercilessly. A powerful kick knocked him to the base of my car, beneath the back door. He groaned in pain when I walked up to him and slammed the door against his head. I kept doing that even after he was long gone.

“He’s dead.” Andrei placed a hand on my shoulder from behind.

Panting, I stopped and stepped away from him.

“They know how much I hate betrayal, yet they do it.” I faced him, furious. “Why?”

Andrei didn’t have an answer; he just stood silent in front of me.

“Clean up this mess,” I instructed one of my men, gesturing at the man’s brains plastered over the ground and in the backseat of the car.

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