LOGINIssac was being super patient with her. He didn't want to scare her away and thought it would be better to give her some space to come around to the truth.
She ignored all his messages, his calls, his flowers, and even him. But he bore everything knowing she needed time.
He knew from the bottom of his heart that she loved him, and she only said all that breakup shit because she was angry and hurt at that time. She didn't mean it.
He waited for her patiently like a gentleman, but he lost it when she deleted her post and even blocked his number. It took everything in him to stop himself from barging into her dorm and demanding why she did that.
So just to rile her up and make her come to him. He posted a picture of himself kissing her. He took it when she had her eyes closed. Issac had a specific hidden folder in his phone which was full of her candid pictures. Often, he found himself scrolling through the pictures. It was his new hobby since he got into a relationship with her.
Issac never thought that he'd even consider being in a relationship, but things changed after he met her. He wanted to be with her, even if it meant being in a relationship. Then, yes, he was happy to oblige.
Innessa was hurt; he could understand that, but she should consider his situation as well. If he had approached her with the truth, she would've never agreed to date him. What was his fault in this that he wanted her? He even tried to become the gentleman she oh-so wanted her partner to be.
She shouldn't have stepped into his life to begin with. It was she who asked for his help. It was she who spread the rumors. Yeah, he wanted to have a little fun because she was too f*cking naive, and her innocence attracted the corrupted demon in him.
And now he wants her, no. He f*cking needs her. Innessa belonged to him. There was no way out for her. She came into his life on her own, but she wouldn't be able to leave on her own.
He'll make her his; either she complies willingly, or he'll make her accept her fate in his way. Which were twisted and corrupted.
After dropping her off, he felt good. He got to taste her, to feel her.
He closed his eyes, tossing his head back on the headrest.
Her expressions raked his mind as his jaw clenched. She looked so f*cking divine. Stunning with that seductive expression on her face. The girl was trembling like a leaf in his arms. She was so f*cking responsive to his slightest touch.
God knows how he stopped himself from claiming her then and there.
Her soft mewls, her furrowed brows, those dilated pupils, and swollen lips with flushed cheeks and neck. F*ck, he so wanted to see where else she blushes under all those clothes. He wanted to make every inch of her skin turn red with his teasing, biting, and licking.
Innessa was just so innocent that he tried not to think of her in that way, but f*ck him. Her expressions in the dark alley were his undoing. That quivering chin, moist eyes, trembling legs. It was so f*cking tempting. He wanted to claim her then and there, right against the wall.
Seeing her like that, it was obvious why Innessa didn't want to be with him anymore. She wanted a gentleman, a kind soul, who'd cherish her.
Isaac, on the other hand, was anything but a gentleman. He was cold, ruthless, cruel, and downright merciless. He was the type of guy who'd ravage her first and cherish her later.
His member throbbed in his pants. F*ck, he was hard ever since touching her. He'd die of blue balls if he didn't release himself.
Issac was in the parking lot of the club. Issac pushed his seat back as he unzipped his pants and pulled his member out. He was rock-hard.
Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes. Her delicate face flashed in front of his eyes, those big innocent eyes, her pouty red lips. Her gentle voice, that tender smile.
He moaned, a grunt slipping through his lips as he stroked himself harder. Fisting his thick grit in his rough palm.
He wondered how it'd feel to have her soft, fragile hands holding his c*ck. Slithering, caressing. Her soft, warm mouth.
"Ahh," he groaned as sweat glistened on his forehead and chest.
He groggily grabbed some tissues with his free hand and pressed them on the head of his c*ck. Now pumping with both hands.
"Yes, ahhh, Innessa," he growled her name as if it was his first and last prayer.
His sweaty hair strands stick to his forehead. His thick brows furrowed, jaw clenched, the vein in his neck popping out as if in rage.
"Innessa," he moaned her name again as he pumped himself harder, imagining himself holding her hips and pounding in her from behind as she whimpered and trembled, screaming his name.
His brow twitched, an animalistic growl reverberating from deep within his chest, and he came shaking. "F*ck," he growled, slumping back on the seat as he breathed heavily.
When was the last time he masturbated and came so quickly while feeling good? Maybe never. F*ck! Innessa had turned him into a horny f*cking teen who had no control over his feral urges.
Cleaning himself, he tucked himself in his pants and stepped out of the car, raking his fingers through his hair as he breathed the fresh air.
Retrieving his phone, he typed. "Good night, Innessa. Sweet dreams, I'll be waiting for you tomorrow." He sent her the text; it was delivered, but she didn't see it. Of course, she wouldn't open it and must've seen it on the notification bar.
Locking his car, he made his way into the club. Issac wasn't stopped at the gate because the bouncers were well aware of him and the person he was about to meet. They tipped their head at Issac in respect, who offered them a small tip of his head and made his way into the VIP section of the club on the third floor.
The security stepped aside, letting him through as he made his way to the sitting area where someone was already waiting for him.
The person was holding his phone horizontally and was focused on the screen, tapping furiously.
Upon hearing footsteps, he looked up, and Issac's eyes met his as the man put his phone in his pocket and pulled to his feet, raising his hand as they clasped hands in a brotherly way and gave each other a chest bump.
"You're late," The tall, muscular man dressed in a black tux said, causing Issac to roll his eyes.
"My apologies, I kept the Pakhan waiting," Issac said sarcastically, making the man let out a throaty chortle.
"Don't talk to me like that in front of my men," He warned.
"Of course, the great mafia Lord has an image. I know, dude," Issac mused, pouring himself some vodka as he sipped it.
Issac couldn't understand Victor's love for vodka.
"If you weren't my childhood friend, you'd be ten feet under the ground for even talking to me like that," Victor mused, sipping on his vodka.
"As if your men could. I'll kill them before they can even touch me," Issac sneered, making the man smirk.
"Of course, that's why you're my friend," he mused.
Victor and Issac were childhood friends. Victor was three years older than him, and they had been friends since they joined the boxing Club for kids. Victor was excellent in that, and Issac used to look up to him until the day he became as strong and skilled as Victor.
Silence surrounded them as Issac glanced around. Not a single woman was on their floor.
"Who was the girl for whom you ruined the match?" Victor asked, causing Issac to sigh. If it were anyone else, Issac would have snapped their head for even asking such a thing, but it was Victor. Issac holds a special respect for this man.
"My girlfriend," Issac said in an exaggerated tone.
"And?" Victor pressed.
"And she saw me fighting. She didn't know the real me. I showed a gentle side to her- wait... Why aren't you surprised?" Issac looked at him, only to pause because he was staring at him with a stunned face, as much stunned as he could make, which was barely showing any emotion.
"I didn't want to cut you off. Continue," he said, causing Issac to glare at him.
"It's because of you. I told you to delay the match, but you were being a twat!" Issac snapped, making Victor scowl at him.
"Why didn't you tell her the truth?"
"Then she wouldn't date me," Issac grumbled.
"So, she broke up with you now?"
Issac's eyes narrowed, "I swear to God, I'd kill you right now if you had spies tailing me-"
"Why would I do that? I would never waste my skilled spies on you, twat," Victor retorted in a thick Russian accent.
"So, she did break up with you. Let's drink in the name of your misery," Victor raised a glass in the air, earning a menacing snicker from Issac, which made him chuckle.
"What about you? You're still looking forward to marrying your enemy's daughter?" Issac asked, and Victor's face hardened.
"Let's not discuss such a distasteful matter right now. Tell me," Victor mused.
"The guy who runs miles away from dating ended up like this? What happened, Knight?" Victor smirked.
Victor was just like Theo and Maddox when it came to teasing; the only difference was that he had the upper hand because he was older, and Issac respected him.
"I don't know. I wasn't even interested in her, to begin with, but things changed. I didn't even realize when I got obsessed with her and fell in love with her. I believe she did some voodoo magic on me-"
Victor burst out laughing, causing Issac to bless him with a string of curses, making him laugh even more.
Issac woke up early because Innessa had class at 8. Issac checked his phone, but she still hadn't seen his text.
He waited for her patiently, dropping her a text that he was waiting outside for her, but it wasn't seen. He didn't want to see her location because Issac didn't want to think that she defied him.
It was 8:30 when Darla stepped out of the building. Their eyes locked, and Issac walked over to her, "Can you call Innessa for me? She isn't responding to my texts," he said.
"She left at 7 today," Darla said as Scarlett stepped out of the building right behind her. She tipped her head at him in acknowledgment, and both girls walked away.
Issac got in his car, fuming. Innessa shouldn't have done this. He told her there'd be consequences, and now she'd face them.
Innessa was noting down the key points in class. Her phone vibrated a couple of times, but she didn't check it.
She couldn't sleep the whole night and was scared of what had happened yesterday.
The way he dragged her into the alley. How he forcefully unblocked himself on her phone. He manhandled her and not only that...
She shivered, recalling the sensation when he did those things to her. Innessa cried last night and asked forgiveness from God because, despite her resistance, her body reacted to his touch, and she felt good.
She was embarrassed, scared, and ashamed of herself. After what Issac did last night, she wanted to stay miles away from him. This was the reason she broke up with him after finding out the truth.
Innessa was afraid of what he would do to her. After what he did yesterday, she was sure he might do it again. She didn't want to be anywhere near him. The way he made her body react to his whims was so sinful.
The door to the classroom slammed open, causing everyone to jump in their seats because of the loud bang when the door hit the wall at the back.
Innessa's heart jumped to her mouth when her eyes locked with those furious cognac eyes.
Her body locked up, her shoulders shrank, and her heart rattled when he marched over to her despite the presence of the professor.
Issac stopped near her seat as he watched her coldly like a hawk. "Follow me if you don't want to create a scene here," He hissed in a low, dark tone so only she would hear him.
"What's your good name?" The professor asked sternly.
"Knight." He said, facing the professor who paused, realizing who he was.
"Issac Knight. I have permission from the dean. There's an emergency, Innessa had to be there. My apologies," Issac said in a gentle tone, and instantly the atmosphere lightened up.
But Innessa was shivering like a leaf, holding the pen so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
"Ms. Laskin, you can leave," the professor said, but before she could say anything. Isaac grabbed her books and put them in her bag. "Come, I'll carry your bag," he said, walking to the door.
Despite not wanting to leave, she forced her legs to move and followed behind him silently.
He walked down the hallway, which was deserted because everyone was in their respective classes.
He stopped abruptly, and everything happened in a second, one second, she was in the hallway, and the very next second, he had her pinned to the wall inside the girls' restroom as her bag lay on the floor near her feet.
He had one of his hands wrapped around her throat, causing her breath to hitch as he leaned in.
"Time for your punishment, Innessa," He growled lowly.
The heavy, armored SUV rolled smoothly through the private gates of the secluded estate, the tires crunching over the pristine gravel. Serena’s hands were tightly clenched in her lap, her knuckles turning white from sheer anticipation. Her heart was beating a frantic rhythm against her ribs. For months, she was away from her sister. They do get to call and talk, but that was it. She wanted to visit her sooner, but things happened. But today, the heavy fog of anxiety was finally lifting.Sitting right beside her in the dim, tinted cabin was Victor. His massive frame leaned back against the leather seat, his icy blue eyes fixed on the window, his expression a mask of cold, unreadable stone. He looked every bit the brutal Pakhan who ruled the city with an iron fist, yet he was the one who had made this moment possible.The SUV came to a halt in front of a sprawling, elegant mansion nestled deep within the highly secured Moretti territory. The doors clicked open, and the moment Serena ste
The golden morning sun cut sharply through the sheer perimeter of the balcony curtains, slicing across the dark expanses of Victor’s master suite. Serena opened her eyes slowly, her mind hazy, heavy, and completely disoriented. The first thing she felt was the smooth, cool slip of silk against her bare thighs, the oversized black button-down shirt that belonged to her husband. The second thing she felt was a crushing, unyielding weight anchored heavily across her waist.A massive, calloused hand was splayed flat over her stomach, trapping her securely against a wall of solid, radiating muscle.The immediate spike of panic hit her, a hard, instinctual jolt that made her breath catch in her throat. She was in his bed. She was trapped in the lion’s den, surrounded by the heavy masculine scent of sandalwood, leather, and winter rain. Her heart started to hammer against her ribs, but as she stared at his muscular arm wrapped around her, the panic morphed into something entirely different.
The silence inside the master suite of the Volkov estate was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic, delicate rise and fall of the breath against his chest. Outside, a heavy summer rain beat a steady, muted rhythm against the reinforced glass windows, blurring the lights of the sprawling estate into distant, watery smudges. But inside the dark bedroom, the world had shrunk down to the heavy mattress, the scent of expensive sandalwood mixed with sweet vanilla, and the fragile girl curled securely against his side.Victor lay wide awake, his icy blue eyes fixed on the shadowed ceiling plaster above. He didn't move. He barely even breathed, hyper-aware of the small, warm weight of Serena pressed flat against his rigid torso.They had spent an hour in a brutal, breathtaking collision. He had kissed her until her resistance broke, until her stubborn defenses crumbled into liquid heat, and her soft, full lips were completely swollen and flushed a deep, bruised crimson. By the time the storm
The weight of Victor’s words hung in the damp air of the master bedroom, heavy, absolute, and terrifyingly logical. Serena stayed frozen against the cold wall, her wrists still pinned high above her head by his single, massive hand. Her chest heaved against his, the soaking wet silk of her nightgown translucent and cold against her skin, yet she was burning from the inside out.The realization that Victor hadn’t ordered the attack didn’t break her heart over Roberto’s betrayal. It couldn't. Her father and his men had never been kind to her; they had always been cruel, treating her like an object rather than a daughter. Roberto lying to her wasn't a shocking tragedy; it was just typical Moretti behavior. It simply means her father didn't want her to be civil with Victor. He didn't want peace. He wanted total, destructive chaos, and he had happily weaponized her trauma just to twist her mind against the Russians.And she thought maybe... just maybe because she was their blood, they won'
The heat in the indoor pool room had reached a boiling point. The water around them felt warm, but the raw, unadulterated desire burning between their bodies was completely scorching. Serena couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. Her small hands were still locked tightly around Victor’s neck, her fingers digging into his wet skin out of pure survival instinct. She could feel the rapid thudding of his heart against her ribs, matching the wild, frantic rhythm of her own.Victor didn't stop at that. The dark, possessive beast inside him had broken its chains completely, and he was done playing the role of the patient husband. With a low, ragged growl, he gripped her waist tightly and pushed her back against the smooth, tiled ledge of the pool. Before she could even gasp, Victor lifted her completely out of the water, setting her down on the cold edge.The contrast was immediate and shocking. The cool night air hit her wet silk nightgown, sending a violent shiver straight down her spine, whil
The water around them felt warm, but the heat burning between their bodies was completely scorching.Serena couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. Her small hands were still locked tightly around Victor’s neck, her fingers digging into his wet skin. His massive frame completely trapped her; her legs wrapped around his waist out of pure survival instinct. The soaking wet silk of her nightgown was practically invisible now, sticking to her like a second skin, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.Every single line of her soft curves was crushed against the hard, rigid muscle of his bare chest. She could feel the rapid thudding of his heart against her ribs, matching the wild, erratic rhythm of her own.Victor stared down at her, his breathing heavy and ragged. The water kept them floating, but his grip on her waist was so tight it felt like he was afraid she'd disappear. His blue eyes were no longer ice; they had turned into a dark, stormy sea of pure, unadulterated hunger. The bea
Innessa stiffened at the sight of him, but she instantly masked her expression, averting her gaze from him. Her cheeks heated up, recalling last night, and she avoided looking at him. "What would you like to order, sir?" She asked in a calm voice giving nothing away. Why was he particularly in th
Two months passed rather quickly. Innessa completed all the projects and assignments and got amazing grades on all of them. Her life was going smoothly except for the certain someone who wouldn't just back off. Innessa opened the door of her dorm and as expected, there was a rose on the floor wit
Issac was in the club sitting at the bar, sipping on his whiskey. The loud music was nothing but just a fading noise because the voices in his head were far too noisy for him to hear the music. Jasper's words kept racing through his mind. What he saw that night wasn't the truth. Jasper forcefully
Issac was in the warehouse glaring at the unconscious Jasper who was attached to the machines which were keeping him alive.A few of Victor's men were there keeping an eye on him. The doctor hasn't seen any recove







