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KALLY'S POV
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Silence. It was all there was in the car as the car drove along the half-busy highway.
I fixed my eyes outside and anywhere else other than Ilay's direction. I was mad about the previous night. He had left me high and wet without bothering to offer me any relief from the sexual tension he had inflicted on me. How dare he excite me to that degree and then abandon me?
He really was the dirtiest of scum out there.
I had intended to ask Milan for a ride but Ilay swept me off the floor, threw me on his shoulder like a sack, and walked out of the house before dumping me inside his car. He had given me the 'Obey before I murder someone this early' look that had reminded me just how miserable I still was over him. He had given me the power to trample over everyone except...him.
At the academy, rumors had spread about the two of us since the first day when he kissed me in front of so many eyes. But they didn't know the real relationship between us. Moat just assumed that I was chasing Ilay and desperately clinging to him.
I had tried my best to avoid him, but it became impossible when he started giving lectures in my class as well as in the physical training.
When he wasn't busy ignoring me, he was busy acting like a proper cold lecturer and answering all the questions asked.
"How long do you plan to stay angry at me? Not like I mind, you're sexy when mad."
Silence.
"Oh Kelly, I love your attitude right now. Look over here."
I ignored him again.
Thinking that he'd shut up and let me be because of the wall I was setting up between us, a hand grabbed the hair at the back of my head and forced me to look his way.
All I did was glare and bare some teeth to scare him off like a fucking dog minus the snarls. But was shocked when Ilay drew my face closer and then ran his tongue over my lips and even my teeth. Seriously, did this man have no self-respect at all?
"Shit! I feel like biting you and eating you up wholly. Too bad I'm not a damn zombie. I'd have devoured every part of you long ago."
"You're messed up," I hissed pushing him away. The only problem was that I was tiny and weaker than Ilay.
He chuckled yanking my hair backward while he pulled away to sit upright.
Using his free hand, he lifted the cupholder and used the hand in my hair to pull my head down at his crotch.
Something hot and hard came in contact with my cheek, twitching slightly on my skin.
My eyes were already gobbling up Ilay's cock which looked so pretty in the natural light.
I gulped silently right before he began moving his hips, rubbing his shaft along my cheek and nose. I quickly picked up the new scent of his body wash on his cock which was something in between roses and coconut, prompting me to stick out my tongue as if to taste it.
Ilay didn't bother hiding his groan when my tongue made contact with his feverish cock and instead tightened his grasp on my hair.
"Looks like I've trained you well."
His words invoked some rage in me, which had me withdrawing my tongue and rebelling. "Let me go!" I ordered trying to pull my head from his hold.
"Haaa!" He sighed disappointed but didn't once loosen. "I have also indulged you a little too much that you have forgotten your place."
He pulled me off his crotch and made me face him. His free hand grabbed my mouth, squeezing my cheeks roughly. "Am I going soft on you?"
I only scowled fiercely for my mouth couldn't deliver the curses I wanted to spit at him.
"Why do you like irritating me, hm? Or do you enjoy it when I treat you like a being filthier than a human?"
He was angry. The cold flames in his eyes were evident enough of just how much he wanted to lower his hand to my throat and squeeze the life out of me.
I did not doubt that he could comfortably do so, and yet I continued defying him with my eyes. "Fine then. Since you want to be punished, I'll make you watch today as I fuck and make another woman cum. And I'll fuck her, in, my, bed." He ended with a grin before forcefully kissing me.
"I'll fuck her deeply until she loses her senses. Didn't you want to be fucked like that last night?"
I scowled at his perfectly insane face which weakened me the more I admired it. He must have been on the Creator's good side in his previous life to receive such a beautiful and handsome face in equal measure. But now he was living like the devil in this lifetime.
"Or should I bring someone you're familiar with? It'll be such fun seeing the expression you'll have as you watch me taking her pussy knowing very well that you still haven't managed to taste it."
Someone I knew? Who? Irina? Faina? Or maybe even, Elena?
No, Ilay wouldn't stop so low. Or would he?
Was he going to fuck one of those bitches and force me to spectate? That would elevate their pride and see me as a powerless obedient wife, unlike the image of the carefree wife I had portrayed.
He let go of my face, leaving my jaw and cheeks throbbing with pain.
"Be in my room at nine. Not a second early and not a second late or I will throw you back where you crawled from using your pretty mouth."
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I had spent the entire day in mental agony as my brain hoped to figure out just who among the three he was going to fuck. They were equally challenging to deal with. And if he picked any of them, then I'd have no place to hide my face or maintain my pride.
Fuck! This was maddening.
"Kally? Kally?" Milan's voice penetrated my void and snapped me back to the world.
I was startled as my eyes took in the sight before me before my brain replayed the events leading to me in the kitchen doing dishes.
When had Milan walked in?
And what was the expression on his face?
"Yes? Do you need-"
"You seem distracted by certain thoughts. Did he do something to you?"
He? Oh, Ilay.
I shook my head turning my attention back on the running water. Feeling tired already, I turned it off and grabbed a towel stepping away from the sink.
I couldn't go on anymore lest I end up unconsciously breaking all the dishes while falling into a daze again.
"What's the time?" I asked walking past Milan.
He didn't answer, just grasped my arm and tank me to himself. I gasped smacking on his body, as his hands quickly slid around my waist till his right settled on my buttcheek.
"I haven't stopped thinking about you," Milan whispered lowering his chin down to my shoulder. "Maybe because you're something that I shouldn't be craving for, or because I can't seem to see through you. I don't know. Yet I can't help but feel drawn to your charm."
I squeezed my hands between us to rest on his chest to shove him off of me but once more, I was made to realize the glaring difference between my physique and that of a man almost twice my size. "Milan, you should be saying this to your wife. Maybe you should make an effort to-"
"No." He interrupted embracing me firmly. "Why should I force enemies to become lovers? Besides, you and I aren't bound by our partners. What is wrong with the two of us getting together?"
The more I leaned closer t him, the more I smelled the alcohol stench hiding behind the layer of cologne.
He hadn't been home for dinner, so did most of the people.
"Because we don't even like each other to start with. Get off dammit!"
He gave my ass a hard squeeze which was twice as painful due to the thin night dress I wore. "Aah... That felt good. Can I do it again?" If dogs did speak, they'd sound just like Milan at that very moment. "I want to touch every inch of your body. I want to taste you again and make you cum in my mouth like last time. I want to feel my cock ramming into you as you moan for me once more," he whispered, his breaths growing ragged and his hands moving a little too much.
Why wasn't it Ilay who was drunk-confessing to me?