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He smelled like some sort of cologne, citrusy and aquatic all at once. It reminded me of summer in the Mediterranean. For a moment, I wondered where he’d be come summertime — if he’d even still be alive.
He was like a hummingbird, like the music he played was constantly at work inside his brain and his body couldn’t help itself. Except now, the only movement came from the rise and fall of his chest.
It was hard not to answer Roan when he asked why he was here. I could have given him a one- or two-word reply. It wouldn’t have hurt anything and maybe it would have put his mind at ease, but I wasn’t here to put his mind at ease. I was here to use him. That’s it. He was a tool, an object, a thing.
A few more days watching Roan? Being in the same space as him? Dodging his questions and the beseeching look in his brilliant blue eyes? Sure. No problem.
“Get up,” I added in English. He complied, but remained standing where he was. “Come.” I beckoned him forward with one hand. Still, no movement. He was so fucking stubborn. No wonder he got under Yuri’s skin — he was under mine in three seconds.
It was actually strange to hear his voice so quiet, yet so close. Normally there was more distance between us.
The pulse in the side of his throat jumped. I trailed the damp cotton along it, mesmerized by the beating and how it aligned with his breathing. His smart mouth may have been playing it cool, but his heartbeat gave him away.
The tip of his tongue slipped out, swiping across his bottom lip. Fuck me… The curiosity to taste him hit me out of nowhere. I was fixated on his mouth, momentarily lost in wondering what it would look like after being kissed mercilessly. Just like his creamy skin, I was sure his lips would turn a darker shade of pink, showing the marking for hours, if not days, later.
One more fuck up and I’d be all too happy to show him the Wolf still had his fucking teeth.
yes king
I shouldn’t have noticed how the muscles in his neck tightened every time I talked to him, making the tiger’s head tattoo practically snarl. I shouldn’t be hopeful whenever I caught a whiff of cigarette smoke, wondering if he was nearby. I shouldn’t have been able to feel his gaze on me, even from a distance. But I did. And, like a fucking masochist, I wanted more of it.
He started to turn when I stupidly reached out and touched his left forearm. “I just wanted to say—” Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my hand and wrenched it behind my back. His other hand clamped around my throat from behind, ready to strangle me or crush my windpipe at a moment’s notice. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled in my ear, bringing about another wave of goosebumps.
My mind processed what he was saying — not to mention the sheer volume of words he’d actually spoken. My body, on the other hand, was more concerned with the fact his chest was pressed into my back. Being tossed around wasn’t something I was used to, but I was too awed by him to be pissed, not to mention warm. His hands felt like fire on my skin and after days of living with a perpetual chill, it was a twisted form of relief.
I didn’t have time to admire his tenacity. Spinning the dial on the lock, I ripped open the door and gestured for him to come out. He shook his head and took a defiant step backward. “Out. Now,” I growled. “Nyet,” he spat back, doubling-down on his withering glare. For a moment, I was frozen by the Russian word on his American tongue. Did he speak Russian? Or was it a lucky guess? Either way, we really didn’t have the time to play games.
fuck yes roan!!
Tall, dark, and murdery were not admirable traits. He wasn’t even nice. Nice to look at, but not a nice person.
He was a fucking meal ticket, Sasha, nothing more. He was your captive. And he was a he. One made him off limits — the other made him a death sentence.
He groaned and closed his eyes, rolling his lips together. I tried to ignore the fact my dick perked up with the sounds and focused on unlocking the handcuff from his right wrist.
He lifted a challenging brow before his gaze drifted to the bulge in the front of my pants. It wasn’t a full-on erection, but it wouldn’t stay that way for much longer if he didn’t stop looking at me like that, like he was fucking daring me.
“You better pray to God your father comes through, because if he doesn’t, I’ll be all too happy to break your fucking neck.” His lashes fluttered, but he didn’t look afraid. Instead, he laughed, his white teeth outlined by blood. I squeezed harder, but he didn’t stop laughing, even when he was gasping for air. “Just kill me then,” he rasped. His watery eyes found mine and stayed locked in place, not fearful, not angry — resigned. A memory I’d long since buried flashed to the forefront of my mind, another blue-eyed boy staring up at me, waiting to die.
Strolling out in nothing but a towel, Sasha was every bit the bad boy of my fantasies. His clothes hadn’t disguised how muscular he was, but watching droplets of water roll through those ridges and valleys was something else altogether.
The second the cold metal clicked into place, my dick stirred again, woken by the contrasting warmth of Sasha’s hands. The fact his face was so close to mine didn’t help matters, or that the shower left him smelling clean and woodsy.
I wanted him to touch me again, with his rough and unforgiving hands. I wanted to experience what it was like to be the one pursued for a change, to surrender the control to someone else. It made zero sense, but nothing about this fucked up situation made sense.
Roan. He was going to fucking end me.
Like usual, he had to open his fucking mouth — test me, bait me, drive me insane.
As it was, I was surrounded by a dozen willing, half-naked women and all I could think about were the long, hard lines of Roan’s body. His soft mouth, his stunning eyes. Between the time I spent following him and the time he’d been my captive, I think I memorized every inch of him. Well, almost every inch.
“Fuck him,” Eduard exclaimed, lighting up his own cigarette and blowing out a stream of smoke. He didn’t mean it literally, but my heart still skipped a beat.
The funeral would be great. Mom would make sure of that. My disgusting remains would be laid to rest in the most expensive casket available, topped with an obnoxiously large headstone. I doubted Dad would even be there, unless Joyce managed to pencil it in his fucking schedule and disguise it as a business meeting.
“What? Tell me, Sasha. Tell me what you’re going to do to me.” He didn’t answer. The muscles in his throat were so tight he probably couldn’t have spoken even if he wanted to. The look in his eyes was indescribable, somewhere between fear and hunger, with more than a touch of anger.
Above me, Sasha groaned something in Russian and braced one hand against the wall again. It was the first actual noise he’d made. Since it seemed like he approved, I kept going, taking more and more of his length into my mouth. When my nose brushed the trimmed black patch above his cock, his fingers threaded through my hair and tightened. Another Russian word slipped out of him, but it was more of a sigh.
Sasha’s eyes may have been the color of ice, but all I felt was blazing lust when he looked at me. It radiated from his gaze, the hand in my hair, every thrust of his hips. No one had ever looked at me like that, like the sun rose and fucking set with me. It was thrilling, empowering. He wanted this — he wanted me. Bad.
My task complete, I stood slowly, licking my lips. His eyes were glued to mine, burning with desire and outright confusion. For someone who was always so in control, it was strange to see him looking at me for the answer. But it was also kind of hot, to think I’d been able to make a man like that come completely undone in spite of himself.
Somehow, someway, the kid made me see fucking stars. For that brief moment, the only thing that mattered was his mouth — hot and wet and fucking perfect.
I returned to the second floor and perched on the top step. There was no way I could go back into that room, not while Roan was awake. I’d spend the rest of the night on the step or in the car if I had to. I didn’t trust him. I didn’t trust myself.
When the hissing subsided, I flicked the spent cigarette down the stairs and blew away the residual ash. The black blister on the inside of my forearm was one of many, mostly disguised amongst my tattoos. I needed to remember the pain, not the way his golden hair felt as it slipped through my fingers, tousled and messy at the top and faded down the sides, a less severe version of my haircut.
“What do you want?!” I screamed at the ceiling. I don’t know if I was talking to Sasha or God. At the moment Sasha was God. He controlled everything in my existence and I fucking hated him for it.
“You never know with the Wolf of Verkhoyansk. He’s very busy. Always someone to kill or—” He stopped talking and cleared his throat. “The what?” The giant wolf tattoo on Sasha’s stomach immediately came to mind. I wondered which came first, the name or the tattoo. Either way, I didn’t know if I should be impressed my kidnapper had a criminal nickname or terrified. “That’s what they call him,” Ivan said quietly, almost reverently. “Like a code name?” “Like a warning.” “Is he supposed to be like the bogeyman?” I chuckled at Ivan’s wide-eyed expression. He shook his head emphatically. “He’s
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Make the best of it, Roan. Just be patient and wait for the next opportunity. And this time? Don’t fucking hesitate.
If it wasn’t me he was waiting for, then that meant he was expecting Ivan. He was excited at the thought it was Ivan and disappointed when it wasn’t. “Breakfast,” I growled, holding a plate of eggs and bacon out for him. It didn’t escape my notice he hadn’t eaten any part of dinner from the night before. The plate was where I left it, completely untouched. Yet again, Roan refused to take the plate. He refused to even look at me no matter how much I glared at him or how hard I willed him to lift his eyes.
“Look at me,” I growled. He refused. I closed the distance in a few long strides and seized his jaw, forcing his head backward until he had no choice but to look up. “Did you fuck around with him?” He smirked but didn’t say a goddamn word. Knocking the white carton out of his hand, I dropped my hold to his throat and slammed him backward into the mattress. “Answer me,” I snarled through gritted teeth.
Somewhere along the way, I ended up with most of my torso against his, the rise and fall of our chests mirroring one another. I was suddenly aware of the fact his cock was not only hard, but it was pressing against mine. I didn’t even know when I got hard, but I was. He felt it too, because his mouth softened and the muscles in his neck relaxed beneath my fingers.
“Sasha…” The way he said my name, that breathy sigh… it was so hot. So… wrong. He didn’t seem to care.
“Look at me.” The command came out as a growl, one he immediately obeyed. His lashes parted, revealing the depths of his eyes. Up close, in this light, they were a vibrant cornflower blue. I’d never seen anything like it before and doubted I ever would again. But more than that, he had the same carnal look in his eyes as the day before yesterday when he was on his knees, licking every inch of my cock like it was the greatest thing ever. “I’m so close,” he whispered, holding my gaze, his breathing ragged. “Come for me.” “Oh God…” He kept his eyes on me until they rolled back in his head.
I gave another couple of slow strokes, making sure to wring every bit of his orgasm out of him. There was some on my hand, but he wore the majority of it on his flat stomach. Without even thinking, I licked it off my knuckle. A strangled moan sounded in the back of his throat. He swore softly, his eyes half-hooded as he watched me.
was relieved. I was nauseated. And I could finally admit how fucking scared I was. At this point, I didn’t know if I’d ever stop being scared.
At one point I felt like I could have described them all, but now? I couldn’t get Sasha out of my head long enough to picture anyone else.
“Where are you going?” Eduard called after me over the top of Ivan’s wailing. “Taking back what is mine.” I found him once before. I’d find him again. This time I’d make sure he didn’t escape.
“Sasha,” Roan said, giving me one of his little smirks. “Roan,” I ground out, hating we were essentially on equal footing. But now he was in my sights, there was no way in hell I was letting him walk out that door unless it was straight into my SUV and back to confinement.
“Why would you do that?!” “Because you escaped,” I replied with a shrug. “I needed information.” “So you cut someone’s fingers off?” “I would have cut off every piece of him if it meant getting you back.” The truth of that statement hit me as hard as a battering ram. I would have — and I’d do it again. Roan didn’t seem to understand the lengths I’d go to once I dedicated myself to a job. And losing him? Unacceptable.
My lighter was in my pocket, as always, taunting me. If I could burn myself, it would burn away the feelings.
As much as I hated to admit, he looked better as a free man. The golden glow I was used to seeing returned, somewhat. His hair was still a tousled mess on top, but he’d shaved and smelled like summertime again.
He sucked his lower lip between his teeth, giving a small shrug. “You want me to kill him?” I clarified, focusing on murder instead of his mouth.
