13. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Benji
I awoke with a start and panic had my heart thundering in my chest. I shot up, the immediate surroundings unfamiliar. This wasn’t my bed, or my room. Where was I?
Maurice mewled at me in disapproval and shot off the bed. The events of yesterday came flooding back to me as I took in my surroundings. It was twilight beyond the the window, the sky glowing softly as the sun disappeared. I’d managed to sleep all day which was weird. Even when I had night shifts at the hospital, I’d always struggled to sleep when the sun was up. Then again, it was every day I got kidnapped and held in a basement.
I ran my hand through my hair. What the fuck was I doing? I wanted to escape, to get back to my life and find a new hospital position. Yet why did the thought of leaving him hold me back? Was this Stockholm Syndrome? Had Damyr somehow brainwashed me into staying? Or drugged me?
Now that I came to think about it, I couldn’t think of a drug that could cause such a gap in my memory. I knew there were side effects to some that tampered with short to long term memory retention, but how did I lose a whole chunk of my afternoon? And where did those bruises around my neck go?
I jumped off the bed – ignoring how glorious and bouncy the thing was – and headed for the en suite. I’d been expecting at least new toiletries but nope, Damyr had literally had everything moved from my apartment. My toothbrush and partially used toothpaste sat in my little cup holder on the side by the sink. I hadn’t had the courage to check the bottom drawer of the bedside table yet. I think I’d die of embarrassment on the spot if all my toys had appeared too. But, if Damyr had said to bring everything, I’m sure my things would be waiting for me when I was ready to look.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. I expected to look worse than I did. There weren’t any dark circles under my eyes, and other than the red marks around my wrists, which were self inflicted, I looked… normal. I wasn’t sure why that bothered me so much. I’d been kidnapped and I was fine. Absolutely fine.
I braced my hands on the white marble vanity unit and looked deep into my eyes hoping to find all the answers but all I saw was confusion and longing for a man I should be running away from.
It was like an itch under my skin. Irritating and raw. A niggle at the back of my mind that I couldn’t seem to ignore, however much I wanted too.
I looked at the large walk-in shower with the rainfall shower head. The thing looked like heaven. I’d been too exhausted to jump in the shower last night, choosing just to strip to my boxers and get straight into bed. I’d been asleep before my head had even hit the pillow, but I was definitely going to make use of it now. I walked over and turned it on, the room quickly filling with steam.
I shucked off my pants, stepped under the spray and instantly melted. Holy fuck. I needed this. Hot water pummelled my neck and shoulders, and I stood there for a few minutes just enjoying the sensation.
I went to grab my body wash but noticed it wasn’t mine. Neither was the shampoo. They must be the only two things in the whole room that weren’t mine. In sleek, unassuming black bottles, they looked expensive and when I opened the body wash a familiar scent hit my nose. Dark and spicy with a citrus undertone. This must be Damyr’s. Why was it here? The scent was intoxicating up this close to it and I lost myself to it for a moment, my cock hardening the longer I dragged that scent into my lungs.
There was definitely something wrong with me if I was getting off on the way the guy smelled. I shook myself from my stupor and squirted the gel into my palm. Working it into a lather, the smell of it intensified and Jesus fuck, I was obsessed . I ran my hands over my body, my eyes closing as my head fell backwards. I was surrounded by Damyr, and it was like I was lost to a fever dream. It must be psychosis or hallucinations because it wasn’t me touching my dick. It couldn’t be.
But it was.
However much I wanted to deny it, Damyr had a hold on me that was impossible to deny. My cock was hard and aching beneath my grip as I pumped my hand up and down my length. Pre-cum pooled at my tip and I rubbed my thumb over my slit, imagining it was Damyr’s tattooed hands instead of mine. I dragged my other hand up my torso, across my chest until my fingers reached my nipples. God, they were so hard. I pinched one, my body squirming as I wondered if Damyr would bite them, those sharp canines digging into the sensitive bud.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my hips rocking as I pushed my dick into the grip of my fist. Faster and faster, chasing the sensation as that dark and spicy scent coated my skin.
With a wavering cry, I exploded, cum coating the shower stall. My back arched, my legs trembled, and I said one word with a hushed reverence that set my soul on edge.
“Damyr.”
***
After cleaning up the mess I’d made in the bathroom, I dressed in my skinny black jeans and a bright red hoody. To be honest, I’d forgotten I even owned clothes other than scrubs, so it was nice to rediscover them now that someone had arranged all my clothes in a ridiculously large walk-in closet. It was nearly the size of my apartment and I my clothes barely filled the space.
I left my room, surprised that there wasn’t someone stationed outside the door, and headed down the stairs. The house was quiet, almost eerily so. I’d seen so many people about yesterday, that finding myself alone in this big space was a little unnerving. At least the body was gone from the entrance hall. I wasn’t sure how I would feel if I came across it still lingering there. I stared at the spot on the marble tiles where Theo Montogomery had lay and wondered where he’d ended up. At the bottom of the river with bricks tied to his feet, or perhaps he’d been chopped into tiny little pieces and fed to the pigs. Did people even do that? Where acid baths a thing? And why was I so curious? I supposed I did have a mafia guy that I could ask those questions too. Maybe he’d surprise me and answer them.
Or maybe I was better off not knowing.
I tucked my hands into the big pocket at the front of my hoodie and headed deeper into the house. I couldn’t remember where the kitchen was, but I was sure I’d come across it eventually. The Morozov Mansion was huge with loads of features that I’m pretty sure were original to the house. Huge white walls, solid oak doors, high ceilings and the massive columns in the entrance hall. I’d already seen the library, but I wondered if there was a ballroom. Did Damyr ever have parties? I snorted. The guy seemed too uptight to go dancing. Although, I wouldn’t mind seeing him in a tux.
Nope. I wouldn’t allot anymore time to thinking about Damyr. Heat flushed up my neck as I thought about what I’d done earlier, and a shiver zipped up my spine. Would he be able to tell that I’d touched myself to thoughts of him, that I’d cum moaning his name?
Fuck. I needed to stop thinking about him or I’d end up with an erection in my very tight jeans and that wouldn’t be comfortable at all.
My feet stopped outside a dark wooden door, something tempting me to open it. There was a tugging behind my solar plexus, pulling me towards something that felt good. It was strange, and a little unsettling but underneath that, it felt like coming home.
I reached for the handle, curious to know what was on the other side, and pushed the door open.
There was a muffle of voices that instantly stopped as the door opened wider, and I found five pairs of eyes looking at me from across the room. My gaze immediately found Damyr’s, and warmth settled in my stomach. Comfortable and familiar.
And completely weird. What the hell was that all about?
“Oh, sorry,” I muttered. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“You didn’t,” Damyr replied, as he stepped out from behind his desk. Relief flooded through me as he came closer, but I didn’t understand why. It confused me and I found myself frowning as he closed the distance between us.
He stopped as he reached me. His nostrils widened and his eyes turned a deep blue. He leant forwards slightly and drew a breath through his nose.
“Did you just smell me?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You smell… good.”
“My things didn’t seem to be in the bathroom, so I used yours. I hope that’s okay?” And then I came whilst saying your name all because the scent of you turned me on, but he didn’t need to know that bit.
“Yes,” he growled, and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. He stared at me for the longest minute, his eyes holding mine unrelentingly.
“Damyr?” I whispered.
“Benjamin.”
I swallowed, and his eyes tracked the motion. “Everyone is watching us.”
I could see them all out the corner of my eye. Vlad seemed to be looking at us fondly, Byron with his usual manic glee and Aleksey just looked like his normal angry self. Acheron, however, had somehow managed to find popcorn.
“This is hot, right?” Acheron said around a mouthful of kernels.
“Fuck yes,” Byron said. “Think they’ll let us watch?”
Aleksey let out a derisive snort and I clocked the sneer curling his lip. I don’t think the angry elf liked me very much.
“Absolutely not,” Damyr snapped, his eyes never leaving mine. “Forgive me, Benjamin. We are just in the middle of a meeting.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know why that made me feel disappointed.
Damyr frowned, his dark brows casting shadows over his eyes. “Let me walk you to the kitchen.”
Joy burst through my veins, all warm and fuzzy and what the hell was happening to me? I never let a guy affect me this much but I seemed to have more emotions than the main character in a bad teen movie. It was giving me whiplash.
“What about the meeting?” Aleksey said, his voice barely more than a grumble.
“I’ll be back,” Damyr said as he placed his hand on the small of my back to lead me out of the room. I nearly fucking swooned. Fuck, I needed my head checked.
Aleksey stood from his chair. “Damyr—”
“I said I’ll be back!” Damyr shouted as he whipped around to face Aleksey. I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear the hiss in Damyr’s words.
Aleksey stared back, his face as hard as stone, the muscle along his jaw twitching. I didn’t fully understand the dynamic between these men, but I had a feeling I’d unwittingly done something to upset the balance.