"Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are!"
—Nirvana, Ramanov
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RAMANOV
I haven't left the house for two hours properly, and there she was straddling another man. They seemed not to notice that a camera was installed, originally I was against placing cameras in the house but I needed to protect Nirvana. Gabriel seemed to be losing control of himself as he placed his hand on her hips before pushing her off. She was a succubus in disguise and held so much power, that she'd not notice how men will lose their cool around her.
"Fucking brat," I muttered.
Gabriel knew better than that yet he was falling for this girl's mere tricks, a look of disappointment washed her face when he rejected her and I smirked. Gabriel then said something and left the room leaving her sprawled out on the sofa.
"Boss, we have the background data for the next client," one of my men interrupted. I signal for him to hand me the file as I went through it. A drug dealer, runs an illegal racing club and smuggle young girls into sex trafficking. One of father's client and debtor, this was yet another job for Nirvana but considering the type of job this was she'll probably change her mind.
"I can't wait to see the look on your face little brat, when you hear about your next job," I smirked.
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NIRVANA
Gabriel left me speechless as I thought about what just happened. His voice sounded so raspy when he said he wouldn't hold back next time. It was quite fascinating to feel his hard, muscular body against mine I wasn't lying when I said younger girls preferred older guys.
Questioning my own sanity as these two men were driving my body insane in a good way. In the past I had a few boyfriends that we went on dates but it hadn't reach further than that. My first time was with a bad boy and that itself turned off my entire experience from sex, in fact I loathe it. Now here I am experiencing things that I've never felt before and I wanted more. The rush, the adrenaline I am living for it.
I saw the cameras in the far end of the room, in fact I've noticed them but pretended like I didn't. I know Mr. Armani may or may not have been watching me but it was a risk to take. He seems to get quite angry when I do things he doesn't like and imagine straddling his right hand man. Fascinating, truly fascinating my body was feeling electric as I thought about him punishing me, and ruin me into nothingness.
A strong urge was invading my body as I thought about touching myself to the thought of these men, a aching feeling was in my lower region as my breathing quicken by the second.
"Snap of out it Nirvana, you're better than this!" I exclaimed.
Getting up from the sofa I went straight into my room resisting the urge from doing something stupid, something that I'd regret later on in life.