The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 65

Dayana Berlusconi

The night comes quite slowly which makes me nervous, Dylan is with Mia, I sigh and look at my reflection in the mirror. Again a silk robe covers the black lingerie I'm wearing. I intertwine my fingers and give myself the strength to leave the room, I walk down the hallway until I reach Sergey's door.

I remember his words announcing that I should not knock, since he will be waiting for me. He took the doorknob and opened it to enter the room, Sergey is on the bed alone with a pair of black boxers, he raises his gaze as he runs over my body until he reaches my eyes, we remain silent and he stretches out his hand, he walks up to take it. and makes me lie down.

"Remember it's by choice," he announces.

"It is," I simply respond, Sergey nods, his hand takes off my robe and then climbs over my body. Our gazes connect, his face descends to mine and I feel his lips rest on mine.

His lips move slowly waiting for a response from me, he bites the lower one and I open my mouth receiving his tongue, I close my eyes and follow the kiss that little by little increases in tone, I gasp when he presses his hardness against my center, he stirs creating friction between us.

Sergey leaves my lips to take him to my bra, which he removes, leaving my breasts exposed. I stop him before his mouth touches him. He looks at me confused.

"Dylan still owns them," he grimaces and nods.

"Brat," he says with a smile to leave a kiss along my belly until he reaches my panties, which he slides down my legs. He surprises me when he brings them to his nose, smelling them strongly. "I love your smell, it makes my mouth water to taste your flavor," it doesn't take long to separate my legs and place her on her shoulders, she separates my folds with her fingers to slide her tongue all over my s*x.

I moan, I can't help it, I feel sensitive and I am a woman who has always been sexually active, he is not here and I must resign myself to this life, I cannot lose Dylan and even if I never love Sergey I will have to please him.

Life brought me here and it took away everything I love, but I guess Dylan is my gift, my strength to continue and become the gangster's wife. Her tongue penetrates me while her thumb rubs my c******s, I stir at the feeling that my o****m will soon arrive. The gangster seems to notice it because he exchanges his tongue for two of his fingers that he curves upward to touch my G-spot, I gasp and I can't help but c*m in his mouth, he licks my s*x and I hear him moan when he tastes my taste. "Ah," I moan.

"You are exquisite," he announces with his shiny eyes and lips, he removes his boxers, leaving his hardness free, Sergey is big and a small layer of pubic hair covers his pubis, he lies down on my body and places himself at my entrance. "I hope you're ready, beautiful," he penetrates me roughly, I gasp and hug his body. "Shit," he hisses with his mouth open.

He moves slowly and then increases his thrusts for several minutes, there is no kiss involved, as his head hides in the crook of my neck, Sergey moves roughly and fits his tooth into my shoulder when he moves. runs inside me. For a moment I thought it would be over until he pulls out and turns me around, he makes me lift my a*s up, he thrusts into me again, I gasp and sink my teeth into the pillow.

I hear him moan and curse in Russian, his hip crashes into my a*s again and again, his hand rests on my hair and squeezes there, but without actually hurting me, I contract and end up reaching my o****m again. My body reacts to his attacks, it's s*x and a pretty raw one, Sergey smashes his palm against my left buttock.

"Ah..." I just moan, I won't moan his name, it's a pleasure he won't have.

"F**k, baby," he pushes and stays buried releasing his semen inside me, he sighs and moves slowly. -Tired? -He questions.

"Yes," I whisper.

"What a pity, I really want you and I won't let you sleep," he announces, withdrawing from inside me to lie down next to me. But you can rest for several minutes," he murmurs, I close my eyes and fall asleep, I guess for several hours.

I woke up because the intense Sergey was caressing me, he takes my leg and raises it on his hip and then attacks me, I moan and his hand presses me against his body. My s*x burns, I think his brutality has torn me, I gasp in my ear and moan when his fingers rub my c**t, I don't want to c*m.

"Please stop," I beg, sobbing from the pain, he stops.

-What's going on?

"It hurts, I can't go on," he whispered.

-Oh really? He questions.

"I think I have a tear, it's been a long time since my last s****l relationship and you're very big," he sighs, coming out of me.

"Good, but you have to masturbate me," he points to his erection. "Damn idiot, he's inconsiderate," I think and I take my hand to his c**k to do what he asks until he makes him c*m, he sighs and gets out of bed. "You can go," he takes out a cigar and lights it to start smoking.

I don't say anything and cover myself with one of the quilts to leave there towards my room, I walk to the bathroom and take a hot shower. "Does he think I'm a whore?" I think while I wash my body, I am very angry that he has treated me in such a derogatory way, but it is my fault for thinking that everything would be different with me, I see that it is not.

It was of no use to me to surrender of my own free will because he treated me like a whore. He just needed to throw money in my face to make me feel more humiliated, Sergey is a damn son of a bitch and what he doesn't know is that no one can humiliate me like that, you will pay me dearly Sergey Ivanov. Donovan Bristol

When I woke up I had a strong stabbing pain in my head, it's as if a car had passed over it, Alexandro is next to me and sleeps in a chair, I sigh, as it brings back memories of the days I spent in the hospital afterwards of Valentina's death, but the good thing is that I'm starting to remember some stages of my life, maybe finally the worry I've been feeling will stop.

"Alex," I call until he wakes up.

-Are you OK? -he asks worriedly.

"Yeah, I guess I got so excited about this," I joke. "Go sleep with your husband, I'll be fine," I ask.

"I'll wait for the doctor to arrive," she comments.

-How long have I been unconscious?

"Three hours," I nod.

"Tell me about my lost years," he grimaces.

-I can't Donovan, if I do that you can go into a coma right away.

-That?

"That's why no one has told you about your life," he announces. They are afraid that you could end up in a coma again and they have let you be the one who remembers little by little, it is the best so as not to overwhelm you with memories, I am not in favor of that method, but everything is so that you live, -his face reflects sadness.

-Did I forget something important? -She questioned.

"You must remember everything," she stands up and walks away, leaving me alone.

I have forgotten things about my life, I did not think that any of what I have forgotten is for the better because I don't like everything I have been remembering, it is a gloomy and miserable life, I don't see anything important in all that. I even think that the best thing that has happened to me was to forget, since all the sadness is vanished from one day to the next.

That woman's voice continues to run through my head, Miss Berlusconi, there is no name and much less a face to remember. I need to replace her and know what happened between us, since the emotions I felt remembering that day when she gave me the chain were pure happiness and, above all, unconditional love.