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“My hot little fuck Bunny,” I said to her before I stood up. “So hot that you squirted all over us.”

Her smile vanished as she looked down at us in horror. I reached down and pulled her tail out before slowly easing out of her pussy to see the beautiful carnage. My bloody pink cum began to pool and drip down into her asshole. Her pussy was smeared with blood, and my cock wasn't any better, but this was what I wanted. Her blood.

When all my cum trickled out, I caught it with the metal plug and pushed it all into her asshole. Her ass sucked it all up, and her wet bloody tail was back in place. I leaned over her and unclipped her ankles from the restraint before doing the same with her wrists.

“Go and run us a bath,” I said, helping her up while she moaned.

I watched her little bunny ass walk to the bathroom, smiling when she practically limped. I gathered the stained towel and cleaned the floor. When finished, I scrunched the towel into a ball and put it in the laundry basket. I was about to go into the bathroom when I remembered her sanitary products.

I opened the door and found four large bags full of various products and a cellophane-wrapped basket with a variety of chocolates, candles, and a boxed heating pad. I opened the small card attached to it.

For your ‘delicate situation,’ Pakhan.

I looked around the hallway, but it was empty. I ripped the small pink card off, crumpling it in my fist.

Fuck him, the joke was on him. I could take the credit for this.

Chapter 24

Ania

This was the most bizarre fucked up, and surreal experience of my life. Adrik Ilyin was kneeling on the bathroom floor, determined to put a tampon inside of me. After our bath, he had me put my foot on it while he peered into my pussy, struggling with the applicator. In the end, he took the tampon out and pushed it in with his fingers.

“How deep should it go?” he asked, looking up at me.

I cleared my throat before I spoke. “As long as the string is still outside as deep as it can.”

He pushed it further inside of me before he went to wash his hands, leaving me to stare at his towelled rear end. I wasn't sure what to expect when he told me to go into his bedroom and wait for him. Never in a million years had I expected him to have a period fetish. Or perhaps it was any blood. I shivered at the thought of being cut. What scared me was that I wasn't sure if it was fear or desire.

“Go and wash up, but come back to my bedroom,” he said, looking at me in the reflection in the mirror.

I hesitated for a second at his hot and cold moods before I replied. “Yes, Master.”

When I turned to leave, his eyes were still on me. When I reached the bedroom, I saw several bags and a gift basket. The bags were full of sanitary pads and tampons that looked to be ayear's supply, and the gift basket had luxury chocolates, sweets, scented candles, and a pink heating pad. I shook my head before going to brush my teeth and moisturise.

This Bratva Pakhan was complicated. He got an explosive stitched into my head and bought me a period gift basket. I wondered if it was still active in my head. I’d stopped touching the scar, but the thought was always ironically at the back of my head.

???

He was lying in bed on his phone when I returned to his bedroom. When I stood there uncertain of what he wanted me to do, he glanced up, his gaze lingering on my breasts. He pulled the covers back and patted the bed.

“Do you have any underwear? I don't want…umm…to have an accident,” I said, waving at his bed.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Do you seriously think a little blood is a problem for me?”

Good point, the sick fuck seemed to love it.

I climbed onto the bed but bit my lip when I remembered what we had done here not too long ago. A yawn escaped me, and as I pulled the covers up, I stretched my aching back out before curling into a ball on the edge of the bed. I heard him put the phone down before he switched the lamp off.

A few seconds later, he grabbed me and pulled me back until my back touched his chest and his legs closed in on mine.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

I wasn't sure what he meant at first.

“Only my lower back,” I whispered.

When he began to rub my lower back, I thought I might have been transferred into the multi-verse, but the pressure felt so damn good that I gasped and arched my back. He used his palm to push down on my back muscles.

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