11. Chapter Eleven
CHAPTER ELEVEN
T iffany
Once the doctor examined me and declared me free of major injuries, he provided some directions on my care to my host . At least he did it in English. The doctor then departed out the ornate double doors, leaving me alone with the unusual man.
My would-be savior went to his closet and came out with fabric in his hand. “Here, you can change into this after you shower,” he said, holding up a large t-shirt.
“I can’t work wearing that,” I protested. “It’s too casual.” I glanced at my bloody clothes. While dirty, at least the outfit was professional.
“You’re not going back.” He laid the shirt on the bed. “The bathroom is through there. Go shower.” The man then turned and left the room abruptly.
My jaw hung open from his brusque behavior. It was rare that I was surprised by men anymore, but I had to admit I was taken aback by this asshole’s assumption that I would comply without question.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
I was going to do just that. Comply. I had no choice.
I didn’t want to get on my host’s bad side. Not yet. While I wasn’t worried about being connected to my last victim, I was also not stupid enough to tempt fate. This guy was obviously high in the Bratva chain-of-command, or he wouldn’t have so many men at his beck and call. I sighed at my bad luck.
Giving the stranger’s high-handed behavior a pass, I rolled my eyes and headed to the bathroom.
Adjoining the opulent bedroom was a bathroom that could only be described as excessive. The black color scheme continued from the bedroom, and marble floors gleamed under soft lighting. That was fine. However, a colossal floating bathtub dominated the center of the bathroom, with its sleek black surface and gleaming silver accents. It could easily have accommodated ten people. Intricate carvings adorned the edges, adding ornate luxury to the modern design.
Next to the bathtub was a spa-like shower area with multiple rainfall showerheads and mosaic tiles in shades of gray and black. Silver fixtures gleamed against the dark backdrop, adding a touch of refinement. The bathroom windows were generously sized, framed by heavy black curtains, allowing just enough ambient light to not need the lamps overhead.
I bypassed the tub for the shower. Strange, he used the same shampoo as me.
I kept it quick, and once done, wrapped myself in a heated towel that was large and fluffy enough to be a blanket. I threw all my clothes in the trash. It sucked to lose my panty and bra set, but I wasn’t going to put dirty underwear back on. I didn’t mind going commando anyway.
Back at the bed, I reached for the shirt when the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I was being watched.
I turned to see the stranger leaning against the wall, waiting for me. He had changed out of his finery into casual clothing, but this wardrobe swap did not make him any less intimidating. The fitted shirt, half unbuttoned in that stylish way, stretched over broad shoulders and hard muscle. Damn, he was hot.
His cold eyes were calculating, as they flicked up and down my form. “You are more beautiful than your photo.”
My eyebrows rose. “You’ve seen my photo?”
“I approved the staff for this party.”
“Oh.” I removed the towel and reached for the shirt. Being naked in front of men was not a big deal to me at this point. After all, most of my encounters got to some state of undress before the man died.
“Stop,” the stranger ordered.
I froze in place.
The man moved toward me, his aura feeling overly predatory in the opulent space. His steps were silent, his breath too quiet for a man engulfed in lust. Calm, focused, he exuded a danger I had never encountered before. Most of my victims were sloppy in their assault, too excited to appreciate the moment where life converged with death.
His gaze took in my damp skin. “You are a work of art. Covering your beauty should be a crime.”
I offered a small smile and blushed at the compliment. His eyes were mesmerizing. “You think I should navigate the world naked?”
“No,” he clipped. “I would be forced to kill every man whose eyes fell upon you. As it is, I will need a list of your past lovers, so I might remove them from this reality. I cannot bear knowing another man walks this earth with a memory of your perfection.”
I shouldn’t feel this flattered. “That was… I have never heard something so beautiful,” I whispered.
Fuck me. I was going to fall in love. I just knew it.
He reached forth to tangle a lone curl around his finger. “You already saved me the trouble of dispatching Sasha, yes?”
The question was spoken so quietly, so eloquently, I almost tumbled into his trap. I broke eye contact and cleared my throat. “I don’t know what you mean.”
His free hand cupped my jaw as he pressed close, his thumb parting my lips as his hard chest pressed into my naked breasts. He lifted my chin so he could look down into my eyes. I felt breathless, drowning in the clear, icy blue pools that were his irises.
He forced me to suck his thumb into my mouth. I obliged, drawing upon it like I would a cock; his, if he’d let me. This was the first time I’d ever felt like I wanted to please a man.
My tongue swirled around the finger before he carefully withdrew it from my mouth. He gently rubbed my lower lip. And my heart pounded loudly in my chest.
“If you ever lie to me again, I will cut out your tongue,” he murmured.
Oh God! Fuck!
Gasping, I literally fell into him, my legs suddenly too weak to hold my weight. My womb pulsed, and tingles enveloped my body, as I panted through the event. I trembled in his embrace. Was this an orgasm? Was I having one for the first time? From his twisted words alone?
His arms effortlessly bore my weight. “Mmm,” he cooed against my lips as he inhaled my scent. “I will definitely need that list.”
Oh, how I wanted to tell him that there wasn’t one, that I was a virgin, and any random man who ever touched me like this was already dead. But that would be foolish of me. Why would I dare reveal my secrets to this enigmatic and commanding stranger whose name I had yet to learn?
But, fuck me, I wanted to.
I really fucking wanted to.
He kissed me then.
He tasted of mint and spirits, and I moaned as he deepened the kiss, overwhelming me with his sheer size and strength. He made me feel small, which was something, because I was not a petite woman by any means. I was curve after curve after curve.
I should kill him, came the intrusive thought. I should scratch him with my ring like I did the Bratva soldier, and be done with this distraction. This man was dangerous to me. He made me want to confess all my sins. Could he even fathom the things I had done?
I had a feeling he could.
He was as cold as I was warm, but darkness was darkness no matter the temperature.
My host suddenly lifted me up from under my ass, forcing me to wrap my legs around his hips as he carried me back to the bed, kissing my jaw and neck even as I tangled my fingers in his hair.
I should stop him before it’s too late.
He covered me with his body. “Wait,” I gasped.
“No,” he replied while kissing his way down to my chest.
“But–”
“Silence,” he ordered as he reached my breasts.
He nipped and sucked on my taut nipples, then soothed the bites with his tongue when I cried out. Despite the pain, I arched my back and offered more of myself to him, tugging on his shirt to pull the material from his body as he kissed his way down my torso.
“Please,” I begged, “I–you don’t–wait–”
“Do I need to gag you, Tiffany?” he rasped.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
“Oh, God!” I shamelessly ground against him, getting off on his threat. I apparently had a fetish for danger. “Please, oh God–”
“Viktor,” he corrected as he unraveled my legs, and tilted my hips up to spread my thighs wide. “But I’m flattered you hold me in such high esteem as our deity.” He cupped my pussy and dragged his fingertips through the soft, slick heat. “You are truly the goddess here,” he said quietly as he descended lower. “I wish to worship at your altar, and taste your divine essence…”
He began licking my cunt in long, languid strokes.
I shook my head side-to-side. I was going to die. Never had anything felt this good. I was going to drown in pleasure.
Alarm bells went off in my head when I felt his fingers breach my opening, while he sucked on my clit. I cried out as my tight channel clenched onto him. I looked down and saw that, at some point, he’d divested himself of the rest of his clothes.
“Viktor,” I sobbed out between breathless pants. “We can’t! We mustn’t do–”
I yelped when he suddenly climbed up and dropped his weight on my pelvis. One hand grasped my throat, while the other hovered just beyond my lips.
“Open your mouth,” he quietly demanded, his tone harsh. “Now.”
Without delay, I complied
He shoved his fingers in. “Speak no more. This is happening.”
I moaned as the flavor of my cum coated my tongue. I sucked on his fingers, cleaning my essence from his skin. Satisfied, he removed his hand from my throat, and reached below to line his erection up with my virgin hole.
My closed eyes welled with tears even before he thrust inside me. Because if this motherfucker didn’t marry me, after ripping away my innocence like this, I would have to kill his ass.