Choking me

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KALLY'S POV

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He didn't ask for my permission or my opinion. He just moved my things into the first-class apartments in the same building where I had been living. These kinds of apartments were only affordable to the students whose families had deep pockets.

If I were to rely on my family, I wouldn't have been able to even get into such a prestigious university.

Not like I was complaining, no.

At least I was out of the dungeons even though it had cost me my dignity and self-respect.

But Ilay's conditions for giving me my 'freedom' back were still overwhelming.

His golden rule was that no man or woman was to deflower me. I was allowed to have a boyfriend or girlfriend, but we were not permitted to go past a normal make-out. I was to be at his beck and call, always.

He told me to behave myself for I will always be watched, and that he'd do by whenever he pleased to 'relieve' himself.

By that, he meant, all of the stuff we had done for far without any real cock-pussy penetration.

At the back of my mind, I was still prepared for the day when he'd grow tired of the foreplay and plunge that big cock of his in me.

Right now, he was simply 'marinating' my body for his devouring.

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"What shit luck did you come across to afford this kind of place?" Hailey beamed lifting a glass vase that held some chrysanthemums and carnations. I had looked up almost everything in this apartment and nothing was below one grand, except for my cheap clothes. How had he not asked them to throw them in some garbage somewhere?

Hailey had been my roommate for the last year since we joined college. I thought Ilay would allow her to continue living with me, but the angry face he made when I suggested it was still engraved in the back of my mind...along with images of him all naked.

Gawd!

I felt so dirty and a cheat.

He was still Aya's husband. How could I do all of those naughty things with my brother-in-law?

Well, she had also dug and thrown me in this grave, so would I think deeply about the fucked up situationship I had with Ilay?

"My...my brother-in-law bought it for me." Not like I was lying anyway, and she'd never guess the real relationship between us.

"Whaaaaat?! You mean that hot Russian dude I saw sometime back? Girl, I'm so jealous." She swooned hugging the vase on her face.

I sighed crossing my arms beneath my breasts. If she knew how hard I had worked to crawl from the dungeons just to see the light of day again, she wouldn't be acting like a lovestruck thirteen-year-old.

Sure Ilay was attractive in all aspects but his personality, but I didn't want to hear his praises. Not when I still couldn't get the feeling of his fingers sending me to a place I didn't know existed in ecstasy heaven.

For the next twenty minutes, Hailey inspected every painting, chair, and room around us. All while raining endless admiration about Ilay's consideration.

I held back the urge to scream at her to shut the fuck up. There was no consideration for this. I had to shove his cock in my mouth along with another man's and swallow his cum to get here. Consideration my virgin ass.

"...alright, I'll see you in class." Hailey waved before walking away with a wide grin on her lips and a painting in her hands. I had found it quite ugly, so giving it out didn't bother me one bit. It wasn't my money anyway.

A long sigh whooshed out of my lips as I leaned against the shut door. "Jesus! I thought you wouldn't ever leave!" I whined frustrated. She was chatty as usual, which sometimes irritated me. But because she was the first person to approach me when I came here, I always overlooked that side of her.

*Ding-dong*

"Grrrh! Why are you back again?" I groaned peeling my body from the door. After two deep breaths, I pulled out my fake smile and opened the door. "Did you for-"

My throat, along with the rest of my body froze from the icy eyes boring down at me.

But it was more than just his eyes that had sent my mind into the pits of the void, no.

Seeing him in a suit wasn't new either. But seeing Ilay's frame fitted in the dark blue corset vest that gave his waist a slim appearance instantly made my blood run hot. If I were an anime character, my nose would have exploded bleeding.

At that moment, I didn't look at him as my brother-in-law or the man who held my life in his palm, he was just a man. A fiercely hot man was standing in front of me with an annoyed expression on his devilishly handsome face.

The single blue tear-drop earring that matched the color of his suit shimmered when his head moved as it dangled.

Gawd!

I slapped half my face and let the hand remain there just to hide my blush.

Another figure stepped forward and extended their right hand. Only then did I tear my lust-filled eyes from Ilay to take in the brown bag being handed to me. From the food logo on it and the mouthwatering aroma, I immediately figured out what this was...breakfast.

But why was he looking like he would take a bite off of me instead of the food he had brought?

"Tha-thank you," said receiving the bag.

Our gazes crossed again. "Do you, do you need some-" Ilay pushed me to the side as he barged into my house, well, his house since he had bought it.

I hurriedly followed him, hearing a faint this as the bodyguard closed the door from outside. "Is today when you come for..."

He was standing in front of one of the walls in the open dining area, looking up at the spot where that ugly painting had been.

"Fifty million for Swan in purgatory," he spoke to the wall.

"What does that mean?" I asked walking closer. "Is there such an expensive swan?"

Instead of answering me, Ilay just laughed. His shoulders quaked as his enigmatic laugh filled the air.

It made me uneasy. So much that I froze on my feet. Nothing good ever followed Ilay's laughter.

"Kally?" He called sounding rather calm compared to the sour aura around him. And wait, for the first time since we met, he had actually said my name right? And yet, it didn't feel right. There was no trace of life in that name. More like the taste of death infused with it. "Come here."

My insides trembled as I walked forward.

"Yes?" It was such a pathetic whisper.

"Why?" Ilay roared suddenly snapping around and grabbing my throat with his large hand. "Why would you give it away?! If you didn't like it, I'd have preferred burning or cutting it up!" His ears were burning red just like his face.

The bag dropped on the floor when my hands shot up to try and loosen Ilay's grip as he crushed my windpipes.

"A-ackkk! L-kkk!"

My mouth gaped like a dying fish's as I struggled to breathe through it.

As I fought for my life, he swung me around before ramming my back into the wall he had been staring at. "Look at you, so pitiful. So helpless." His deathly hold loosened and I doubled over while gasping desperately.

Ilay's hand suddenly hauled me to an upright position before pushing his body against mine. "You keep testing my kindness, Kally! Do you want me to get bored with you? Cause if that happens, you won't like the hellhole I'll throw you into."

"I'm so-rry!" I was apologizing for something I didn't know about for my brain was oxygen-depraved to look back into his words. Something I had given away?! Shit! That painting!