Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
Severin Volkov
Ispent the night riding my motorcycle hundreds of miles, driving along the massive, imposing lake. It called to me, called to the doom lingering inside of me.
As I stared out at the raging waves, the moon glaring down on the black water, I knew I was fucked. Oh, so fucked.
Xeniya Morozova was going to be the death of me.
Thirteen years was too long to be plagued by obsession. Unhealthy, unending obsession. And worst of all, I knew I’d never break it. If I truly tasted her, there would be no turning back.
So maybe it was good she didn’t kiss me back.
The other boys called her cold and heartless. Maybe they were right. Maybe she just wasn’t capable of passion or wanting… or maybe she was not capable of wanting me.
She had gone on a fucking date… with someone else.
That was the other reason I rode off into the night. Because if I stayed, I would have hunted him down and cut off his head and fed it to her… or I would’ve hunted her down and done things I’d never be able to take back.
I’d force her to love me, to take me, to feel all of me.
I’d hold her down and fuck her.
But it wouldn’t work.
Forcing Xeniya would only push her further away. It might cause her to actually fight, and if she chose to fight, she’d burn the world down getting her revenge.
No one was more terrifying than Xeniya Morozova angry.
So I rode my motorcycle into the night until I knew I was calm enough to return without destroying everything.
Hours passed, and I finally turned around and drove back to my house. But even with the wind in my hair and hours to process, I was still a live wire, ready to explode. I was better, but even the smallest thing might set me off.
I pushed open the front door and found the remnants of a party still in full swing at six in the morning.
“Ah, there he is,” Kaz said, running a hand up the torso of the girl riding his cock… in the fucking living room, on my fucking couch. We desperately needed more boundaries. “We’ve been waiting for you—”
But before I could respond to that strange as fuck sentence, Ilya appeared out of nowhere and punched me in the face.
“What the fuck—” My hand came to my nose.
“Stay away from my sister.”
“What the fuck?” I asked again.
“Wait just one moment, Ilya,” Kaz grunted. “I very much want to be a part of this conversation.”
“You’re busy,” Ilya snapped.
“Only for a couple more—” Kaz groaned and bounced the girl faster, up and down on his cock.
She whimpered from the friction, and Kaz refused to let up, fully using her as he came with a roar and pushed the girl off of him, not caring if she came too.
“Run along.” He waved her off, standing and putting his dick back in his pants.
“How chivalrous of you,” I said, crossing my arms and looking around for Maks. They all flocked together, despite my hatred for Kaz. And it seemed like they wanted to have words with me about Xeniya.
Ilya punched me again, and once again, I stepped back. “I let you have two; try it a third time, and I will end you.” My body prepared for a fight, my muscles bunching and ready. “But I don’t think Xeniya would be very happy with me if I killed her brother.”
“Oh, like the fuck you care about Xeniya,” Ilya said, holding his hands up in a readying stance.
“Oh, come on, calm down,” Maks said, stepping out of the hallway. “Severin is your best friend.”
“My best friend, who wants to fuck my sister.”
Kaz chuckled. “In fairness, this is not a surprise. Severin has been obsessed with her since he was ten.”
Earlier than that. Not that it mattered. “Why the hell is this coming up now?”
“Because she’s already broken beyond repair,” Ilya said. “You will destroy her.”
My eyebrows bunched together. What the fuck?
But it was Maks who put me out of my misery when he said, “Xeniya showed up here earlier looking like she’d just gotten into a fight with a tree.”
“And it turns out she just got into a fight with you.” A catlike smile rose at the corner of Kaz’s lips.
Oh, he was enjoying this too much. Which of course I hated because I fucking hated him. I’d punch that smug look off his face.
“I’m going to kill you.” Ilya stepped closer, his fists up.
“I didn’t touch her.” I held my hands up in surrender. It was not entirely true. I had run a finger along her folds. “She elbowed me in the ribs, and I just contained her.”
“Contained her on the ground?”
“Well, yes. You’ve fought your sister. She’s scrappy.”
“And that’s all you did? You didn’t take advantage of her.”
I glowered at my best friend and crossed my arms. “If you think that’s possible, you’re a fool.” I shook my head. “Why did she come here?”
“Looking for you,” Maks said, placing a grounding hand on Ilya’s shoulder.
I turned away from them and walked farther into the house, looking for her. “Where is she now?”
“She left.” Kaz winked, his wicked smile growing.
I growled. I hated that fucker and didn’t care what he meant. I ignored whatever Ilya was saying behind me. Maks would take care of him, and if Xen was still here, then I was going to find her.
It didn’t take long. A glow of light spilled from my room, and I never left lights on.
As I placed my palm on my door and slowly opened it, I noticed a red lacy bra thrown on the floor.
I stilled.
My eyes locked on it.
I’d recognize that DD cup anywhere. I’d spent years sneaking into her rooms, rifling through all of her things, and watching her sleep.
I knew that when she got hot, she unconsciously undressed. I let out a low laugh.
I’d once gotten hit with her bra in the face while watching her. And that better be what was happening now because if there was another guy in my bed with her, I was going to force her to watch me kill him. Slowly.
I cracked the door open fully.
I found my T-shirt also thrown on the ground next to a pair of boxers, and in my bed was a very naked Xeniya. She slept on her side with one of her legs slid outside my covers, showing me part of her round ass that I so desperately wanted to squeeze as I sank inside her.
It would be a lie to say seeing her naked in my bed didn’t make me hard.
Her back was to me, her hair tied in a loose braid over her shoulder. I bent down, my fingers hovering.
Despite my better judgment, I gently pulled out her scrunchie and began running my fingers through her hair, unbraiding it. I wanted to see the full picture of her hair messy in my bed… like I’d just fucked her.
She stirred and moaned, her eyes snapping open when she realized someone was stroking her shoulder.
“Hello, Moy Oduvanchik.”