Rage

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Dimitry

I dropped myself on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I could hear the water from the shower, and I knew she was still inside the bathroom. Katya had gone there one hour ago, and when I left the room, I heard her sobs.

She was broken.

It hadn’t been my intention, but I wanted to know if she knew about it. If she was once again lying to me. I didn’t expect her reaction, nor the way it had made me feel. When she had thrown herself in my arms, crying, it had killed me.

Not once in my life, have I felt such a strong need to protect someone. I’d wanted to take and hide her from everybody, to keep her safe.

To keep her as mine.

She had looked so vulnerable and helpless. Defeated.

I’d planned on breaking her, but not like this. It should have made me happy to see her in such a state of vulnerability. I knew I could make her do anything when she was like this. I should enjoy it.

But I didn’t.

Her pain hurt me.

I ran my palms over my face and sighed.

What the fuck am I doing to myself?

This woman was trouble, and she fucking made me feel things I shouldn’t. But I couldn’t deny the truth.

I wanted her. Badly. Entirely.

I glanced at the bed, where she had left her wedding ring. I clenched my fist around the jewel. That fucking piece of shit didn’t deserve her. Katya shouldn’t be his.

She’s fucking mine.

But I wanted her to choose me. I knew she was attracted to me, but I didn’t want to force her. A slide show with images of her offering herself to me played in front of my eyes, causing a shiver of pleasure to crawl down my back.

I pictured her telling me how much she needed and wanted me. Yes, that would be wonderful.

I threw a disdainful glance at the wedding ring. Katya wasn’t going to wear it again. Not because I would take it from her, but because she would realize that pathetic excuse for a man didn’t deserve her as his wife.

And after that, she’ll be only mine.

I placed the ring on her bedside table. Yes, soon Katya will realize I was the one owning her, not that piece of shit she had married. Or anyone else. She was mine. Only mine. And she was going to learn and accept that soon.

I knew it was stupid to allow myself to feel like this. To let myself get attached. To care. But no one needed to know what I actually felt. Not even her. It would probably scare her anyway to realize what an obsession she had become.

I could barely function or think rationally since she had stepped into my life. I’d thought it was lust. It should be only lust, but everything happened too soon and too fast.

One day. One. Fucking. Day.

She had been here since yesterday night.

And she had made me feel more than I felt in my entire life.

It was the worst thing I could do, but I would make sure it was my secret. Neither Katya or anyone else had to know what I actually felt for her. They all could assume she was my new fucktoy and nothing more.

Maybe I would tell her the truth at some point. But only after she already offered herself to me. Until then, no one had to know how important Katya truly was. I wasn’t going to allow anyone to use her against me.

But first, I had to fix her. I needed to see my feisty kitten smiling again. And I was going to keep the promise I’d made to her.

I had already contacted everyone I needed regarding her father’s transplant. It was just a matter of time until they found a donor. And given the exorbitant sum of money I’d offered to anyone compatible with Romanov, there was no way to not have someone quickly accepting it.

My breath hitched as she stepped out of the bathroom. Fuck, she looked like a goddess. A delicious tension made my balls tingle as I took her in. Katya was wearing only an extra-short blue nightdress with spaghetti straps.

I bet that if she bent or stretched, I would have a perfect view of her pretty cunt. I remembered the feeling of her pussy milking my fingers and my cock throbbed as I fantasized about being inside her.

For a second, I asked myself how many times Chernov had fucked her. I wanted to rip him apart for that mere thought, for knowing that he was her husband and he had the chance to be inside her warm cunt whenever he wanted.

The fucking bastard called her a whore and didn’t bother to do anything to save her. I should tell Katherine about that, but she wouldn’t believe me.

I bit my lower lip as I looked at her deep cleavage. Fuck, I wanted to bury my face between her large tits, to have her under me, writhing and moaning in my arms.

Screaming my name. Mine, not his. Not anyone else’s. Mine. Again, and again.

I gave her another once-over, but even if I tried, I couldn’t look at her like she was only a piece of meat, a beautiful object I wanted to add to my collection, a sex toy to use for a night.

Katya was different, and I couldn’t exactly pinpoint what or why, but she made me feel more than lust. I didn’t care about her just because she was a good fuck. It was stupid of me, but it was true. I wasn’t sure I liked that, but it didn’t matter. I craved her.

Katherine walked toward the bed, and my heart ached as I looked at her face. Her eyes were puffy and red, her nose was swollen, and her skin was pale, completely drained of color. I wanted to hug her, but I wasn’t sure if that would help her or would make things worse.

She glanced at me as she joined me on the bed. Katya studied me for a few seconds, and the look on her face reminded me of a hurt, scared deer. My heart thumped as she slowly crawled closer.

She hesitated for a moment before dropping herself right next to me. I immediately wrapped my arms around her. She felt so fragile and vulnerable. Something pulsed inside my soul as Katya placed her head on my chest. I snuggled her into me.

“Dimitry,” she whispered, tilting her head and looking at me.

Even her voice sounded broken. It killed me to see her like this.

“Can you help him? Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll give you anything you want.”

A part of me loved that she asked for my help. A part of me wanted to celebrate her surrender. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want her to do it because she felt she had no other choice. I wanted her to need and desire me. To trust me. Not to accept me now just because I was her best bet.

And a part of me was disgusted that she thought I would take her offer. What kind of man did she imagine I was?

“I can. I already promised you that he’ll be fine.”

I kept my voice equal as I explained to her what I’d already done. I saw her face changing with every word I said, and my heart beat faster as I noticed light returning into her eyes.

“Thank you.”

Those two words and the honesty in her voice ruined me. I didn’t remember the last time when someone said those words to me and meant them. And coming for her, they tingled something deep inside me.

She shifted and crawled on top of me, straddling my body. My cock jerked, and goosebumps covered my skin as she moved her palms along my bare chest.

“Katherine, what are you…”

“I’m thanking you.”

A kick in the balls would have hurt less. So that was what she actually thought about me. That I was a monster helping her now only to fuck her. I didn’t give a shit about what my enemies thought about me. I’d built myself that image, the one of a ruthless beast.

But it stung to have her thinking that, too.

She leaned in to kiss me, but I grabbed her neck and stopped her before her lips could touch mine.

“I don’t want you to thank me like a whore would.”