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  For no apparent reason, he suddenly pulled out of me, and I whined like a child whose favorite toy had just been ruthlessly snatched from her grasp. I slammed a fist against the table, unable to control myself. That massive dick had made me utterly wild for Anders, and I quickly whirled around, grabbing his cock and stroking it.

  "Fuck me more, c'mon-" I mumbled, surprised at the lack of eloquency in my words. He laughed, pulling me into a deep kiss. He nibbled at my lip and I sighed with pleasure, our tongues touching. My hand pumped up and down, handling his shaft with pride. He moaned into the kiss and I nearly came from how lovely that sound was.

  He pushed me away, yanking my hand off of his cock, and gestured towards the couch at the other side of the room.

  "I wanna see your face when you cum, Isabella-" He explained, and I quickly understood and obeyed. I skipped over to the couch, not caring if I seemed childish. I laid myself down and spread my legs for him, giggling as I waited. I watched him - he was removing his pants and underwear, and I squirmed with excitement.

  And then, off came his shirt - I gasped at how toned his body was. He looked slim when clothed, but that was obviously just an illusion. His stomach was rippling with abs, his arms were thick and bulky with muscle, and his chest looked firm and tough. As he approached me, I felt even more attracted to him than I had before.

  The sex had taken away all sense of fear and foreboding, and I was no longer worried about death. All I cared about was Anders and that perfect cock of his - when he leaned over me, I made an embarrassingly needy noise. He snarled hungrily and pinned me down, propping one of my legs on his shoulder and sheathing himself back inside of me.

  My mouth hung open, a silent moan escaping it.

  "You're gorgeous-" He repeated, his coke-induced stupor making him horny and lovesick. "I want you, I want you forever-"

  I wanted to escape. Or, rather, I had wanted to escape. Right now, I wanted to stay by his side forever. The sex was mindblowing, and he'd certainly have a steady supply of it-

  I had yet to hit orgasm, and therefore all I could think about was how frustratingly great everything felt. His huge cock pounding into me relentlessly, his hands on my waist, his lips on my neck - I was close to the edge, and so was he. I was screaming out his name, and he was whispering mine as he bit into the soft flesh of my neck over and over.

  I came spectacularly, losing control and clamping down on him. My thighs shook with powerful spasms, and my back arched into the sweat-slick cushions of the leather sofa. He couldn't take the tightness, and soon after my orgasm, he was cumming deep inside of me. Thank god for birth control, I thought to myself, some semblance of normalcy returning to my mind.

  I was completely exhausted, completely spent. We kissed lazily, tongues intertwining, and then he pulled away from me, standing to go retrieve his discarded clothing. I lay uselessly on the sofa, slowly coming down from an amazing high. He left me there, getting redressed and exiting the room without saying a word. It was no matter - I was drifting off into sleep anyways.

  My dreams were scattered, most of them barely registering. My sleep was deep and unchanging, and I had no idea how much time had passed by the time I'd finally woken up. In this underground lair, there was no way of telling if the sun was up. All I knew was that I was naked and sticky and thoroughly uncomfortable.

  Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes halfheartedly and attempted to sort out all of my thoughts. I remembered the sex, and I remembered my kidnapping, but I didn't remember if Anders had told me anything before he'd left me last night. I clicked my heels together uselessly, wishing for home. As happy as I'd been last night, I knew it was all from the sex- I needed to refrain from indulging in that if I wanted to make it home.

  Standing up and opening the door that lead to the barren front room, I was surprised to be confronted with the two men from last night. I gasped in shock, and they drank in the sight of my naked form, grinning to each other.

  "Anders sent us." One of them stated plainly.

  "He told you about the plan, right?"

  I had no idea what they were talking about. I stood there stupidly, covering my breasts with one hand and my pussy with the other. Judging by the way these men were eyeing me, I could only assume the plan was not something I would've agreed to. I braced myself for whatever awaited me, praying that this plan wouldn't be the death of me.

  Chapter 5

  I made my way down the stairs, boots making an unnecessary amount of noise. There was a high heel that Ivan had neglected to pick up - I grinned to myself when I realized that it must belong to Isabella. That girl - I didn't like the way she made me feel. Well, to be fair, she made my dick feel great, but the fact that I hadn't been able to kill her last night worried me.

  I wasn't usually like this. I had the reputation of being utterly ruthless in all circumstances. My cronies and underlings did my bidding only because they knew their lives were constantly in danger. I was Anders Petrov, and everyone in this city feared me. And with good reason, I thought to myself, running my thumb over the handle of my gun. I kept that trusty old thing in my pocket for times just like these.

  This situation most certainly called for Isabella's death. I'd wasted precious time on her last night, and I didn't want myself getting any more attached. I figured I'd let my best underlings have their way with her, and then I'd kill her, right there in my office. No big deal - I'd done it to a thousand whores before, this time would be no different.

  The thing is, I knew I was lying to myself. None of the cheap hookers I'd rented, none of the beautiful escorts I'd purchased, none of the unfortunate young ladies caught up in a life of crime...none of them made me feel the way Isabella had managed to make me feel last night. It wasn't just the cocaine - that girl did something funny to my heart.

  Her tits were fantastic, her ass was amazing, her pussy was the tightest I'd ever come across - but those weren't the things that made my mind dwell on her. I'd spent a good portion of this morning fantasizing about her eyes of all things, as embarrassing as it sounded. The girl had a great smile too, and a gutsy demeanor that made me take her seriously as a human being.

  She wasn't a fucktoy, as much as I would have wanted her to be. She was a tough little thing, and if I let her worm her way into my heart any more than she already had, I wouldn't be able to off her. That was why today was crucial. I figured seeing her being used as a useless piece of fuckmeat would make me more inclined to pull the trigger - hence my plan.

  Ivan and Viktor had been more than happy to participate in said plan - those guys were used to filthy hookers and throwaways, so to get a relatively cute, clean girl was a privilege to them. Sure enough, as I strode through the front room to meet them, I saw that their pants had already tented upon seeing Isabella naked. How pathetic.

  "Isabella-" I cooed. Viktor and Ivan parted to allow me through, and I was met with her nude frame and cute, confused little face. My heart swelled and sped up, and though I tried to silence it, it pounded like a drum. I could feel my face heating up against my will, and I had to run my thumb across the handle of my gun to calm back down.

  "What's going on?" She asked me, trembling. She was being modest, covering herself in front of my cronies. I grabbed her wrists, forcing her arms down. There - that was better.

  "You have a beautiful body, don't hide it." I stated plainly, eyeing her once again. She really was gorgeous - it was a shame that she'd be dead by the end of the day. I legitimately felt a little crestfallen at the loss of such a beauty, but she knew too much. She had too much influence over me as it stood - the fact that a stupid woman had the power to make me blush and give up drugs and sex was unacceptable.

  "Today, Ivan and Viktor are going to have a little fun with you. Think of it as a test of loyalty. If you fail...well, you know what happens." I said, my voice smooth and casual. I thumbed my gun, nervous - though I would never admit that I was reluctant to go through with all of this.

  Her eyes shot open in horror, and those i
diotic underlings of mine burst out into ugly laughter. I wanted to badly to silence them, to have Isabella all to myself again, to reenact last night, but...I had to go through with this. The consequences my feelings could have were too grave. Isabella had to be removed from the picture.

  "Anders...why?" She asked, voice hollow and raspy.

  "If you want to be my toy, I have to know that you're loyal."

  "Who said I wanted to be your toy?" She spat, and I slapped her across the face. I didn't want to, but I had to keep up my brutal image in front of my underlings. They laughed at her cry of pain, and I retracted my hand.

  She cast me a hurt look - I don't know what she had been expecting from me, seeing as I was a dangerous man. I'd told her this numerous times, and yet, there was still that faint glimmer of romantic hope in those beautiful eyes. I sighed, reaching out to caress the cheek I'd just slapped. She had a bruise there from when I'd lost my temper yesterday.

  The fact that I'd been able to tarnish something so beautiful infuriated me, and I hoped that she could see the remorse that my gaze held. She was such a beautiful thing, such a pretty thing, and though I desperately wanted her, the influence she already had over my actions was too worrying to let slide.

  "Isabella...do this for me. Think of it as an initiation." I murmured, hoping to put her more at ease. She still looked frightened out of her damn mind, and I ran my fingers through that silky hair of hers in order to console her. My cronies still looked brainlessly delighted, and the thought of having to share her with them was already eating away at me.

  I didn't want to share Isabella. I wanted her to be mine - but I knew that the only way I'd be able to work up the courage to kill her was if I witnessed her infidelity with my own eyes. My gun was prepared, my underlings were prepared, and Isabella was prepared. She wouldn't live more than a few more hours, and the guilt weighed me down as I brushed past her and entered the room.

  Taking a seat on the leather sofa we'd fucked on last night, I beckoned Ivan and Viktor inside.

  "Shut the door." I commanded, and they obeyed without a second thought. I leaned back, easing into the seat and attempting to get comfortable. Using my leg, I slid the table in front of me out of the way. I wanted to get a good view, after all. Isabella was sure to put on quite the show.

  "So...you know what happens now, don't you?" I asked, meeting Isabella's eyes once more. Her naked form trembled before my gaze, and the way she shook made me want to take her even more. I couldn't get hard right now - I had business to attend to. I focused on her face, trying my best to forget the fact that her body existed.

  "I don't-" She spat breathlessly, ample bosom heaving with her laboured breaths. She was pale with fear, all the color drained from her cheeks. Ivan and Viktor were absolutely eating up the sight of her, the crotches of their pants twitching with excitement. They were pathetic pigs posing as men, and for a moment, I pondering killing the two of them instead, sparing my beautiful Isabella.

  "Would you rather die, or be mine?" I asked matter-of-factly, thumbing my gun so that she knew I was serious about all this. I wrapped my hand around it, sliding it out of my pocket slowly. Cocking an eyebrow, I met her gaze and grinned. She looked horrified, and took a step back - bumping right into Ivan, who seemed delighted. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and I gave him a look. He let go almost immediately.

  Her mouth hung open in confusion and fear. She didn't know how to answer my question, that much was plain to see. Of course, her survival instincts were probably kicking in right about now, so she was either going to make a naked dash towards the exit, or worriedly claim that she'd like to be mine.

  "Of course...I'd rather be yours." She mumbled, though the inherent sincerity in her words was practically tangible. It startled me - was she serious? She was blushing now, staring at her feet in a perfect approximation of girlish lovesickness. She was either a complete idiot, or a talented actress. I suspected the latter.

  "Is that so?" I chuckled, eyeing her up and down against my better judgement. The more I looked at her, the tighter my pants became - it was truly a predicament of the highest caliber. "Well, in that case, you're going to have to prove something to me - that I'm the only man who can truly please you."

  "What do you mean? They're going to..."

  "Yes, they're going to fuck you. And if you cum, I'm going to kill you immediately." I explained, resting my gun beside me on the couch. My underlings cackled in excitement. They obviously couldn't wait any longer - I had to get this show on the road. Isabella was more ready than she'd ever be, I supposed.

  And if she managed to sit through an entire session of rough sex without cumming, I'd have to think of another loophole that'd allow me to kill her.

  Of course, my mind was already filling up with reasons as to why I should let her live, and I found myself hoping that maybe she'd be able to complete this challenge. If she managed it, then...maybe, just maybe, I could make her mine for good. She'd have to prove herself useful, obviously, but I'm sure that she had some hidden talents up her sleeve.

  "I understand." She said, voice filled with a surprising amount of confidence. I almost laughed - what kind of a woman agrees to such a fucked up plan that easily? Well, it was better that she obey, I supposed.

  "Get on your knees." I ordered, and she complied quickly. My cock twitched at the sheer amount of submissiveness she was showing. She refused to look away from me, and those gorgeous eyes of hers did weird things to my head. I broke eye contact and looked up at Viktor, who was practically drooling over her.

  "Go ahead. She's all yours." I grinned.

  It was exactly what they wanted to hear - instantly, they were on her. Ivan stood behind her, undressing himself, and Viktor stood in front of her. He had his pants and boxers tugged down around his thighs, and his dick stood proudly, inches away from Isabella's nose. She scowled, looking displeased with the arrangement, but no complaints left her mouth. I was impressed.

  "Suck, bitch." Viktor spat, his accent more pronounced than usual. Isabella winced when he pressed his dick against her cheek. I waited, watching her every move. Would she obey them the way she obeyed me? It didn't seem so, seeing as her eyes were still directed at the carpet. Viktor slapped her with his thick cock, causing her to twitch in shock. Her eyes met his, and she frowned - an adorable expression on such a pretty face.

  "Make me." She grinned, glancing over at me as if for approval. I chuckled, enjoying the resistance. Women were always more intriguing when they weren't braindead whores - I vastly preferred the feisty ones.

  Viktor continued to press his dick against her lips, and eventually, she had no choice but to take him in. He moaned, an ugly noise. I saw a flash of white - what a bitch! She was using her teeth on him, and that had to hurt. The show that was being put on for me was delightful - I was entertained beyond belief.

  "Hey, slut- do it properly." Viktor spat, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head back, his cock falling from her lips with an unsavory 'pop' noise. She was grinning, and every single time her eyes flitted over to meet mine, I got harder. She was ticking every box - I might have to keep her around, after all.

  Ivan was now naked from the waist down. He'd knelt behind her, and was urging her to lean forward. Viktor saw what Ivan was planning to do, and he too sunk to his knees in front of Isabella.

  "Hands and knees." Ivan cooed softly, running a rough, calloused hand over the curve of her perfect ass. She looked over to me - I nodded. That was all the confirmation it took. She was on her hands and knees within a second. Her back was arched, ass in the air, and mouth hanging open. The perfect fucktoy. How badly I wanted my men to leave - how badly I wanted her all to myself.

  "You're not wet enough yet." Ivan remarked, sounding almost surprised. I grinned. Of course, Isabella could only get wet for one man - me, her master. It was wishful thinking, but it was turning me on beyond belief. I watched as Ivan's dirty finger disappeared into her pussy, and I knew that they'd never be able to
make her feel as good as she felt when she was with me.

  Isabella was utterly silent - a completely different creature from the moaning mess of a woman I'd had my way with last night. The lack of pleasure that she was expressing was extremely rewarding to see. It was obvious that she didn't enjoy this, not one bit. That romantic, unrealistic portion of my mind insisted repeatedly that if only I'd spare Isabella...if only I'd allow her to live, she'd be the perfect woman to keep by my side.

  But of course, I had to focus on the situation at hand. Right now, Isabella had a cock that wasn't mine shoved down her throat, and though her scrunched up nose told me she was hating every moment of this, the jealousy that burned within me had me reaching for my gun already.

  Ivan had two fingers buried within her, and before long, he pulled them back out and gave me a look of utter confusion.

  "Boss, she's not getting wet at all." He mumbled stupidly, voice grating on my nerves. I scowled at him, standing up and moving to kneel beside him.

  "Let me get her ready for you." I grinned, reaching down and slipping two of my own fingers inside of her - I was rewarded with a cock-muffled moan. Smiling, I scissored my fingers inside of her, trying to find the spot she'd enjoyed so much last night. I was rewarded with copious amounts of lubrication, more than Ivan needed.

  It was obvious that I was the only one who knew how to turn her on - the fact that it was my fingers, and not Ivan's...well, it had made a difference. When I pulled them out, Isabella trembled and whined, though that adorable noise was masked by Viktor's cock. Standing back up and wiping my hand off on my trousers, I made my way back over to the couch.

  I sat myself down, watching the scene unfolding before me. Ivan had lined his cock up with her now-dripping hole, and was slowly beginning to push himself in. Isabella was still trembling with arousal from my fingers, and I could see it written all over her face - she might not be able to hold back from cumming. She was quivering, and I heard a soft moan escape her vocal cords as Ivan slid inside of her. Though it infuriated me, I remained as calm as I could.