~~Madison~~“How!!” We all screamed at once. He took a deep breath, “they took my system, the ones that took Victor and Mum.”“Yeah, we know that.” Gina says.“And since we knew that, I have been trying to track the computer and I finally nailed it.”“Okay, how does it work?” I asked him.“Well that's a long process–”“Shorten it.” I said to him, Renee gave me a puzzled look.“They need to turn it on before I will be able to track it.” “Oh my goodness.”“Wow!” That was everyone's exclamation. I didn't say anything.“Hey, that's one step ahead from where we were a few minutes ago.”“Micheal is right. Now all you have to do is stay glued to that system and track the daughter of a bitch once she brings out her ugly head.” I didn't realize I was talking too fast and they were all looking at me.“I'm pretty sure it's, son of a bitch.” Renee says.“I need ice on this.” I said, referring to my hands.“Madison.” I heard Michael call my name, he followed me to the kitchen.“Why are you follo
~~Victor~~“How are you feeling, Mum?” I ask her, sitting on the bed in the room.“I'm okay. Just ready to get out of here.” She says.“I'm so sorry, Mum. For all this, for everything.”“You don't have to be sorry, Victor. You didn't choose this. You didn't choose for us to be kidnapped by a friend.”“But I chose for her to be my friend, I chose her.”“Gosh, you are too hard on yourself. You have always been too hard on yourself. You need to take a break and breathe freely.”“I will breathe freely, when you are out of here.” I said holding her hands, “you are clearly stronger than me.”“Who did you think you got it from?” She laughed and I did too.“Honestly, these past two days. We have become closer than we have been in two months.” She says“I'm sorry, Mum–”“Don't be sorry. It's not your fault.”“Times up.” The door opens and one of Thea's guards walks in.“I still have about a minute left.” I was to him“The time is up when I say it's up.” He said, charging towards me.“It's okay
~~Madison~~I opened my eyes to see Victor all over me, smiling and watching me sleep.“How long have you been awake?” I ask him, whispering.“Not for long.” He brought his links to my neck.“Hmmm, that's a good way to wake up.” I moan out.“I know.” He brought his lips to my nipples.“Am I dreaming?” I ask out loud.He stopped what he was doing, “why will you ask that? “Because we are in this beautiful apartment with the boys in the Bahamas.” I chuckled.“No you are not dreaming. And yes, you won.”“I won!” I squeaked and jumped on him. I brought our faces closer and we kissed.We were both naked so I could feel him getting hard underneath me. “Fuck! I want you right now.” He moaned.“I do too.” I came up and let him feel me up.“Hmm!” We both moan, “fuck you are wet.”His words kept driving me crazy as we matched each other's rhythm.He turned me over and thrust deeply inside of me.“Fuck! Victor!” I screamed at his name.“The boys are in the next room.” He whispered, laughing.“I
"Watch your step, ma'am," warned the taxi driver, lending a hand to help me with my suitcase. Exiting the taxi, I settled the fare and expressed my gratitude to the driver. The city air, so familiar from my childhood, filled my lungs with joy. The sun's warmth and the gentle rustle of leaves enhanced the moment. Letting my hair down from its previously messy bun, I revealed the elegance and beauty within. Walking along the pavement toward my house, anxiety crept over me. This place, once my parents' home, held painful memories. My mom had passed away just before I started college, a time when I couldn't share my joy with her. My father swiftly replaced her with a new family, bringing in a mistress and her daughter. I suspected they were in the picture even while my mom was alive, given that my stepsister was a year younger. Life had turned into a nightmare since the arrival of my stepmother and stepsister. Initially excited about having a stepsibling, I found myself ignored and mis
Maddie Since the beginning, it's been a relentless pursuit of perfection—planning and shopping consumed my days. My stepmother's lists were my guide, demanding precision. Stephanie, my stepsister, embodied the ideal bride in this whirlwind. In quiet moments, I attempted to breach her fortress, pleading with her to address the chaos with our father. "Stephanie, can we talk for a minute?" I implored, her gaze meeting mine in the mirror. "Sure," she replied, a subtle glare revealing her irritation. "I want to plead with you." "About what?" "About all of this," I said, bridging the gap between us. "I'm sleeping with your husband in your place." "What about it?" Her response hung in the air, a mix of detachment and a tempest of emotions beneath the surface. "What do you mean, what about it?" I exclaimed, shocked. "How can you be okay with this? I'm your sister, for crying out loud." "So, what do you want?" she retorted, standing up. "Huh? Tell me, you want to be the one to get m
Maddie I stirred from my sleep, hearing the subtle sounds of morning. Blinking against the brightness, I found myself in a room flooded with light. “Oh my God!” I gasped, leaping out of bed. Victor stood near the window, a detail I missed in my initial shock. Had I known, I wouldn't have screamed. He turned, confusion marking his face, which slowly morphed into anger. My throat went dry. Supposed to leave right after, but I had fallen asleep in his arms. Trying to slip away, his gaze fixed on me. “Don't move," he commanded, stern and unwavering. I froze. “I have two questions," his deep voice cut through the tension. I nodded, unable to speak. “What are you doing here?" I began to answer, but he raised a finger, cutting me off. “Don't lie to me, and what is going on?” My attempt to find the words failed. “Speak!" he shouted, the sound echoing through the house. Fear seized me; I trembled, lips glued together. “Why are you mute, you weren't quiet last night,” he continued with
Victor I continued thrusting, driven by an insatiable desire. Her moans echoed loudly, and her inner thighs were soaked, yet it wasn't enough. It had never been enough, especially since that fateful wedding night. The memory of it intensified my movements. She kept screaming my name, and as I reached my climax, thoughts of the woman from my wedding night flooded my mind, arousing me even more. The mere recollection of her sent shivers down my spine.“That was your best yet, Victor," the woman on my office sofa complimented. She had been a recurring presence, introduced by my friends who believed I needed distraction from the woman who had left an indelible mark on my wedding night. Yet, she was more than just a distraction; she unearthed emotions I never thought I possessed. Despite my inebriation that night, the memories lingered, haunting my thoughts.“You think?” I responded to her.“You still think of her, don't you?” Her question caught me off guard. She laughed, saying, “I migh
MaddieThe sun shone brightly as I got out of the airplane, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. It's been five years since I saw that tree staring back at me. The last time I saw it was the moment I looked back on my life years ago.I stepped into the limousine, and a wave of cold air from the AC gushed over me.As the limo drove through the familiar streets of New York, memories flooded back. I couldn't help but recall the challenges, pain, and heartache I endured during my time here. However, I was determined to focus on the positive changes in my life. My decision to pursue the scholarship and move to Italy had been a turning point, and now, returning after five years felt like a triumphant homecoming.“Where to, Ma?” My driver, Steven, asked.“The main workshop, please.” I replied to him.After leaving New York, it was hell. Upon arriving at the college, I was told that after a year I would have to live off campus. I worked two shifts every day after work, even after I ga