Page 8 of The Broken Promises

"Please, Dmitri," I shudder when I almost burst. I cling to him tightly and push my hips harder against his thrusting fingers. "Make me cum."

He kisses me and increases the power of his thrust. I hiss in madness as his fingers release my wild side. Unable to hold back, I explode and feel the beautiful, rippling heat spread over me. I tense while embracing him; my walls squeeze his fingers hard. My thighs drench in my wetness.

My body relaxes as my orgasm subsides. Dmitri pulls his fingers out and brushes the thick fluid on my nipples before cleaning them with his tongue.Vanilla?There's no vanilla for Dmitri. He always has a way of making something sweet and plain into something intriguing and dirty.

Dmitri does more. He doesn't only make me desire the dirty vanilla, but he also snaps the 'Gabriel' switch off. All my thoughts and worries about the latter vanished when Dmitri lured me with his kisses. He really is the one I need for everything.

I can't let two men decide my fate. But I can choose who I should let go of and who I can be happy with. Though it doesn't change that both can still kill me, I can convince Dmitri to love me instead of killing me. He has already promised to protect me. He is in love with me. All that is left is for him to be happy with me.

“What are you thinking?” Dmitri asks.

“Nothing,” I smile and quickly roll on top of him. “Actually, I think it’s my turn.”

And once again, his smile and the genuine love in his eyes threw Gabriel out of my head and even my plan for revenge.

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Chapter Four

Gabriel

“I know I failed to deliver, Mr. Petrovich,” Katya claims while I lock her on the hanging chain. She stands before me, naked with bands over and under her breasts, making the latter pop hard. She shakes the chain and adds, “I didn’t do anything to her.”

Katya was supposed to seduce Dmitri until he became obsessed with her. I didn't order her to harm Sicily. Before Dmitri's arrival, Katya asked Declan for some drugs to use against Sicily. Katya wanted her to become weak and boring during their threesome. I refused her plan; I didn't want Sicily harmed.

But Katya acted on her own. Declan discovered that she spiked Sicily's drink, but Katya claimed Sicily never got to drink it. If she didn't, then why did she faint? I grab a thick flogger from the wall and hit Katya's bare breasts. She screams from the pain but quiets when I take one into my mouth. Is it true that Sicily was already exhausted when they came? And did she agree to have a threesome?

“Mr. Petrovich,” Katya cries when I hit her tits twice. Her boobs turn red; the nipples turn darker. “Mr. Petrovich,” her call sounds like a moan when I massage her tits.

“Did you take something?” I asked. I pull her hair when she doesn’t answer and repeat my question.

"Just some stimulants, Sir," Katya admitted. "Just so I can last long. Dmitri can be a little intense."

I laugh at her honesty and suddenly become silent. Was Dmitri extreme with Sicily before coming to the party? My jaw tenses as my jealousy rises. How intense are they when they do it? Sasha needed more convincing before I introduced BDSM to her. Is Sicily open to this kind of fetish, unlike Sasha?

The thought that Sicily can be wilder than Sasha arouses me. If I snatch her from Dmitri, will Sicily love hanging on this chain? Will she ask for more whipping? Will her cries sound like music?

Sicily wouldn't feel like Sasha as she's slimmer, but I would settle with her eyes staring at me while I fill each of her holes. Her mouth. Her pussy. And her ass.

Shit.Sicily is not Sasha. The latter quelled the demon in me with her eyes and smile. Sicily is waking a whole new one in me.

I look at Katya and whip her. She cries on my first whips and starts moaning on the later ones. I hit her crotch; her body waves – causing her tits to jiggle. Sicily may not be Sasha, but the sizes of their breasts are almost the same. Will they shake the same way? Will they have the same softness when I suckle them? Does Sicily have better nipples? Ones that I’ll enjoy sucking hard?

“Please, Mr. Petrovich, fuck me,” Katya begs with a tiny smile.

I want to refuse, but my cock has gone hard at the thought of Sicily. I release Katya from the chains and order her to bend on the horse. She follows and exposes her pussy and ass to me. Sasha returns in my head as I see Katya’s wetness drip down her thighs.

The last time I made love to Sasha, she was as wild as Katya because of sex-stimulating drugs injected into her. She was as wet and with the same hunger for sex. I never treated her like a slut. I made love to her in the way she wanted. But she forgot everything about it the next day. Sasha thought I allowed my men to rape her. She died without knowing the truth.

Sicily.A woman who believes she was abused wouldn't submit to somebody like Dmitri. It proves further that she's not Sasha even when my mind and heart are becoming foolish and insisting that she is. Or am I only becoming crazy about her? As I look at Katya's holes, Sasha begins to fade again, and Sicily takes over. How wet does she get? Will she fall for me if I do better than Dmitri?

I scoff at my thoughts. Dmitri and I became close after Sasha died. I hated that he claimed they were fated for each other. But I like listening to how Dmitri became obsessed with Sasha. He would talk about her eyes and her smile. He would tell me how lovely it would have been if he had tasted her big-size body. I wanted to tell him how it felt, but I must keep Sasha a secret until I can escape Vitaly’s claws.

Dmitri always reminded me of the Sasha I loved before my hatred turned me into her monster. Sometimes, I pity him for finding a solution to his obsession. Now that he has found it through Sicily, I am becoming obsessed with her, too. So obsessed that I'm risking our friendship to have her.

“Mr. Petrovich,” Katya calls while wiggling her butt.

Sicily.I slap Katya's butt before spreading it out. She cries when I penetrate her nether hole without any warning or foreplay. She hollers more as I go deeper. Katya shakes her body to contest, but I'm waiting for her to say her safe word. Like Sasha, she holds back from saying it and allows me to do more of what I want.I hate you.The words playing in Sasha's voice freeze me. My anger against myself surges, and I express it by ramming against Katya's ass. She shrieks in pain, but I ignore it.

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