A seductive woman sat on his lap in the backseat of a limo. She couldn't help but moan with pleasure as he engaged pushed his d*ck inside her p*ssy .
Strangely, he found himself celebrating the death of his father-in-law.
He forcefully pulled her hair and squeezed her n*pples tightly while thrusting inside her. He couldn't help but express his desire, saying, "That feels amazing. I want to mark you ... and fill you with my cum in...."
She moaned, eagerly hoping to conceive his pups and be claimed by him. She pleaded in a sweet voice, "Please, let your warmth fill me."
But he wasn't foolish. He was Alpha Vladimir Blairgowrie, known for his ruthless and heartless nature.
He turned her around, her back facing him. With dominance, he shifted his attention to her a** entrance, causing her to scream out in pain. "I will mark you there, instead of your p*ssy."
She could feel his essence inside her tight back entrance. The pain was bearable, but she knew better than to object. She accepted her role as his plaything, not his wife.
He grunted, declaring, "Now, I'm prepared for the funeral."
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In Lisa's POV:
I stood quietly among the crowd at the funeral, dressed in black, and received condolences from my late father's friends. It had only been a month since Evans Group closed down and my father passed away from a heart attack.
In no time, the once successful Evans family disappeared. Despite our downfall, people still treated me with respect because I was not only the daughter of the Evans family, but also the Luna of Alpha Vladimir Blairgowrie, a feared and powerful man in the business world. He was the president of Blairgowrie Group.
The funeral went on until noon, but Alpha Vladimir didn't show up. As it was was coming to an end, his discreet Bentley arrived at the cemetery.