6. Chapter Six
CHAPTER SIX
“ L ast one, I promise,” Valentina said from the other side of the dressing room door.
“Good, because this is exhausting.” I didn’t mention the gunshots we were all ignoring.
It had been some time since we heard the shots. I’d dropped to the ground, but nothing happened to me. Valentina was fine as well, and acting like it never happened. I followed suit.
“I want to see it.” His dark voice came from the other side of the door , and I froze.
Benedikt was becoming an obsession. For a man missing an eye, he didn’t let that stop his swagger.
“Why is your hair wet?” Valentina asked.
Benedikt chuckled as I scrambled to throw the evening gown on my body. “It got a little dirty.”
I stole a look at myself in the mirror, dissatisfied by what I saw. My curves were almost nonexistent, and the red gown hung off my frame in an unflattering way.
“Come out, my malen'kiy angel,” he commanded.
I shivered, unable to ignore his demand. I stepped outside of the dressing room and gasped, as soon as I laid eyes on Benedikt Petrov. “Is that blood in your hair?” I covered my mouth immediately. I hadn’t meant to say that.
“And if it is?” A dangerous aura surrounded Benedikt. I didn’t want to mess with him, that was for sure.
I turned, to change the subject, and did a little twirl.
Would he miss me if I was gone, or just replace me?
“She needs two sizes smaller in this dress,” Benedikt said.
I faced him, thinking he was talking to me, but he was addressing the saleslady. “Right away, Mr. Petrov.”
I think they were speaking English for our benefit, and I found that kind of sweet. Benedikt was someone important. “Pick an outfit to wear out of here, malen'kiy angel.”
I nodded and headed back inside the dressing room. I wanted to know what he was calling me, but there was a deep fear within me. Something that was holding me back. A foreboding that said I shouldn’t push these men too far.
That my freedom could be taken away, just as fast as it was given.
I wasn’t in control of my life. I didn’t even have a situation like Valentina. I wasn’t sure if I had met her husband, however she had been by my side since the rescue. Maybe the rumors about her man were wrong. He seemed caring.
Benedikt seemed like an unhinged individual. He had blood in his salt-and-pepper hair, for crying out loud. It was only a few flecks, but what else could those red flecks be? Him not denying it was telling.
His chest tattoos, that peeked through on his neck, turned me on. However, his attitude led me to believe that if I let him into my heart, I would get hurt. It was best to stay away from Benedikt and his hungry gaze. I wish his gaze wasn’t so heavy. It makes it hard to breathe.
No more intriguing questions.
I would avoid him. It shouldn’t be too hard, as the organization would have their hands full with the other students. I was sure they would auction them off soon. It wasn’t like they wanted to keep all the women around.
I remembered nothing about my family, but I doubted they’d fight for me. So, how did I get out of this situation? I threw on a tennis skirt and matching blouse with flat shoes. I’d had to try on heels, but I wasn’t used to walking in them, and would prefer to keep my feet flat on the ground.
It kept me from going insane, feeling the grass between my toes. The closer I was to the Earth, the more alive I felt. Instead of like a ghost. Someone who didn’t exist. That was what my life felt like in this moment.
I wanted to know who I was, but I was afraid of what the details would bring.
I stepped out of the room and Benedikt appeared at my elbow. Valentina waited for us to pass her before she started walking along my other side.
“Don’t we need to pay?” I asked the gangster next to me.
“I already took care of it, and your clothes will be delivered home soon enough.” Benedikt tried to grab my hand, but I wouldn’t let him touch me. When he touches me, does he even see me?
“That is not my home,” I mumbled.
“You can’t fight me forever,” he said ominously.
We left the store before I could say anything else to him. Valentina was on her phone. Probably texting her husband. A pang hit my chest. I wasn’t jealous. Valentina seemed happy and, out of the two of us, she deserved it.
I could feel the darkness within her, underneath all that sunshine.
I just didn’t believe that I would ever find something like her. A ride or die as unhinged as their counterpart. I didn’t have the energy to try. This outing had drained me and my shoulders slumped in defeat.
When Benedikt grabbed my hand again, I let him .
All of my energy had been used to try on clothes. All I wanted to do was climb back in bed. It was like my companions knew I was at my limit of adulting today. I know that seemed stupid; to be done being a functioning adult.
I can’t imagine surviving another day like this.
I banged my skull trying to drown out my thoughts. My body felt like it had been to war. My mind couldn’t remember the war though, no matter how hard I tried. And that effort, it made me one exhausted woman. I barely felt human.
We slipped into the town car. Benedikt helped me into my seat and buckled me in. My heart ached at the gesture. He treated me so differently, but I still didn’t trust him. I didn’t want to be here under their control.
“When do you think I can go home?” Slipped out of my mouth, just as the car was pulling onto the street.
Benedikt’s head snapped up and his eyes darkened. His hand moved to my thigh, and I watched his tatted hand creep up my skirt.
His hands feel like shackles. Maybe they’d choke me if I asked.
Oh shit, I hadn’t thought about my outfit. We were back in the same position as we were before, but now he had access.
He wouldn’t though.
Valentina was sitting right next to me.
He wouldn’t make her uncomfortable. Right?
His hand sliding to my panties made me believe differently. He leaned closer to me, turning his head so his lips brushed against my ear. I tried to quell my trembling.
“You want me to release you, so some other fucker can lay his grimy hands on you like this, malen'kiy angel?” He groaned into my ear. “If only you could see what you do to me.”
I panted, “You’re a killer.”
“I’m your fucking killer,” he snarled in my ear.
He says he’d kill for me. Would he kill me if I asked him to?
His finger slid inside my wet heat, and I clamped down a cry. Valentina stiffened beside me, but otherwise she didn’t move either. I was so fucking wet, and his thick digit was sitting inside me, unmoving, teasing.
I wanted to move my hips, but Valentina would know for sure what was going on between us.
Benedikt shoved a second finger inside of my pussy, and I had to rip my left hand from between Valentina and I to cover my mouth. Valentina turned to face the window, giving us as much privacy as she could in the small vehicle.
“Feel what I do inside of you, malen'kiy angel. You will never forget me. You will never escape me. From the moment you walked in front of me, you became mine,” he growled into my ear.
He says I’m his. Maybe he’d rather have a corpse than the shell I am now.
I cried out behind my hand, tears leaking out of my eyes from the sensations he was setting off inside of me. If I’d ever felt anything like this, I didn’t fucking remember it.
“That’s right, malen'kiy angel. Cum on my fucking hand, and soak it in your juices, so I can suck it clean,” he panted in my ear. His other hand touched his cock in time to his thrusting digits.
Every time he touches me, I feel more like an object, and less like a person.
I felt my peak creeping up my spine. My back arched slightly off the seat as I reached my orgasm.
“Next time, it’ll be my cock filling you up with my seed, so you can give me an heir. Just. Like. You.”
His words shouldn’t have turned me on, but I came harder than my body had ever come in my life. At least from the memories I’d had. I cried his name behind my hand, feeling the drool from my mouth on my palm.
Benedikt slid his fingers out from my pussy and patted my underwear, as if saying good job. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, and stared at me as he sucked and licked my juices off.
I whimpered, thinking about what that tongue could do to me.
This wasn’t staying away from him at all. If he kept making me feel this way, I was going to be fucked. Why did my pussy clench on his outlandish fantasy of knocking me up? I didn’t like children at all.
“It smells a bit like sex in here,” Valentina murmured as she cracked the window.
“I-I’m sorry,” I squeaked.
“No need to be sorry for coming on my hand, malen'kiy angel. Valentina would do the same, if her man was sitting next to her right now, and she knows it,” Benedikt muttered, loud enough for her to hear him.
Valentina turned red and looked down at her phone.
“It felt really good,” I whispered to her.
“That’s what you deserve. To feel good,” Valentina whispered back.
“Really?” I couldn’t believe that something this good could last. What kind of person was I to end up here?
“Always.” She hugged my arm, and went back to playing on her phone, while I stared out the front, looking at Russia. Maybe living here for a while wouldn’t be so bad. I snuck a peek at Benedikt’s profile, taking in his chiseled jaw.
Yeah, staying here until I healed wouldn’t be so bad. Once I got my memories back, I could leave. It wasn’t like Benedikt was going to keep me. That would be ridiculous, and I didn’t want to be kept.
With those thoughts, I watched the scenery go by with a small smile on my face.