MINE TO RUIN

“What I’m I doing here, where is Ivan?” A lady asked. She had just woke up from her unconscious state only to see her self tied in between a pillar. Her arms was drawn upward with her hand above her head which forced her to stand upright. The young lad who had sat on the chair waiting for her to regain consciousness, sprang up taking slow strides to where she stood, a sly smile crept his lips while a gasp left her lips as the ray of light from the widow which was slightly open met his face revealing the young man identity. The man was the father of her child. He was the same person who made her life miserable, he treated her like she was nothing but a trash, a w***e, a tool to warm his bed whenever he's in need to relieve his stress. He was Mikhail Leo toy stoy, her ex husband, and the Don of the most dangerous Mafia organization in all of Russia, the Leo toy stoy crime syndicate. “What does he want? Why can’t he let me go? Does he still want to ruin my life much more than he had already?” Different thought ran across her mind as she stared at him. No doubt, he was still the handsome, and perfect young man that she had known him for and perhaps fell for. “You still haven’t change little doll, you still look beautiful, and more breathtaking, I must admit.” He whispered into her ears. She shrugged away from his grip, and threw a glare at him. “Where’s my child?” She inquired, he took a step backwards as a frown made his way to his lips. “You mean our child Alyona! He is our child.” The lady rolled her eyes after a scoff left her lips. “He is not yours, not after the little stunt you did almost killed him. Release me right now Mikhail. I do not like the situation I’m in right now, I want to leave, I want to get him away from you. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have anything to do with a heartless man like you.” She scowled, but he ignored her. He encircled his hands on her waist pulling her closer to his body and held her chin furiously. “I understand that I made a mistake, but that doesn’t warrant you to take him away from me. He is my son, my blood. He is mine, just like you belong to me.” He breathed, while her heart skipped a bit at the way his minted hot breath met with the nape of her neck while the words ‘Mine’ slipped from his moistened lips. “I’m not yours Mikhail. I was never yours to begin with.” He gave a dark chuckle at what she just said. Though he was angry, he didn’t let it affect him. He was bound to hear such words from her, or perhaps more, after what he made her go through. His hands left her chin and caress the skin in which was revealed. She closed her eyes, clamping her legs together. “You’ve always be mine Alyona, you know this, I f*****g own you, everything of yours, your breath, your sexy body, your soul, it all belongs to me, I’m sure you are aware of that….” He took some strands of her hair taking in the fragrance, it hadn’t changed, it was still the same. White tulip flower. The scent that became his favourite. “If you don’t remember, I can as well show you. Let’s see what you will have to say after what I am going to do to you tonight.” Her eyes snapped open, fears was seen on her face. That made him frown, but he ignored it. “What are you going to do?” “I’ll make you moan my name, Little doll. You’ll beg for me to make love to you and I’ll do so, I will ensure that you crave for no one but me, you’ll beg me to touch you in ways you can’t imagine. You will let the world know whom you belong to and the only person allowed to touch you, feel your body, devour you, you will let them know Little doll.” She felt a sensation run through her spine as his words replayed in her head, over and over again. “Don’t do anything, just let me go… Please I beg you.” She pleaded., but he ignored her yet again. He stepped back and took the chair in his hands, then he placed it in front of her, so close that the edge almost touched her knees, then he sat down. “If you do this, I swear I’ll hate you more than I already do?” As he took up this position, Alyona trembled nervously, and tried to draw herself away from him, but found herself compelled to stand as she was placed. Noticing the action, He drew his legs closer to each other. Smiling cruelly at the sensation that passed through her when she felt the pressure of his knees against her body. He extended his arms, clasping it gently around her waist, he drew her against him, till she was partially in his embrace. His face pressing against her throbbing tit’s. After she struggled to no avail, she recognized her helplessness and gave up. “No.. Please Mikhail” She muttered. He stared at her and a smile appeared on his face. “And why shouldn’t I, do you not feel the way I feel right now?” He asked. Her face was flushed as his hands slowly unbuttoned her shirt whilst the tips of his fingers caressed her soft, milk like, exposed bosom that stared at him. “Mikhail, I do not…..” Her words faded into a moan as he fondled with her n*****s which was displayed for him. It was easy to access as she had worn a button up dress that require Alyona not to wear a bra. “You f*****g want me little doll, do not deny yourself from the pleasure you are going to receive, and just so you know… I can smell your arousal from here, it smells just like it should…. It smells like you.” He said still fondling with her n*****s. “I want you to stop, I just want to leave this premises with my son, he doesn’t deserve to be here, especially not in the midst of a man like you.” She cried, but it was a cry from the pleasure and immerse sensation his touch had sent to her body. Though she tried to deny it, her body didn’t as it slowly succumb to him. “Is that want you really want Alyona? Like I said don’t deny your self from the pleasure you feel, you love what I’m doing to you, you love being tied while I f**k the senses out of you. You love the way my touch make you feel…” He slowly ripped her gown from her body, leaving her clad in her panties, though it was the type that covered the entrance of her p***y while her bottom is out to be seen by him, and him alone. “Mikhail….” His hands played with the folds of her c**t after he had shifted the silk straps of her g-string aside using the tips of his remaining unused finger to hold it in place, he was teasing her. He smiled on seeing the way her body reacted to his touch, he knew that he still had a chance to state his claim on her once more, to make her his again. He messed up before but not this time. He would own her completely. He found her after this years, he won’t let her slip from his hands, never will he ever. “Mikhail…. Please, I’m engaged to someone else.” She dropped the sentence that made him halt, his brow arched, eyes darkened and his hands on her body clenched unintentionally hurting her. She winced at the pain but he made no effort to release his clutched hands from her body. “That isn’t a problem Alyona, I’ll fix it, you wouldn’t get married to him since you're still married to me, i didn't sign the divorce paper.... You don’t belong to him but me, You're Still mine…” His movement in her c**t began, sliding one of his thick, long, veiny finger inside her, curling it against her inner walls, stroking slowly at first to let her adjust to the intrusion. She clenched around him, walls fluttered with desperation as it pulled him deeper. He added a second finger, stretching her tight p***y, scissoring them to rub every sensitive ridge inside. Alyona closed her eyes succumbing to the pleasure that she felt. She knew she couldn’t deny what she feel for her ex husband or perhaps her husband since he said he didn't sign the divorce paper she had lef. "Mikhail... oh my.. please….” Her words slowly fades in to a moan, her head tilted enjoying the pleasure. Then it dawned on her, her fiancee. What would she tell him? How would he feel if he learns the truth? ‘How did she get entangle in a mess like this?’ This never ending thought ran through her mind, then it dawned on her as she came to a realization. It all started five years ago.