Chapter 6 #2
“Oh, well, I’m going to be an artist. Maybe pictures. Maybe designing clothes. I haven’t decided yet.” When I said nothing, she sighed. “I know. To a man like you, very boring.”
The look of disappointment on her face caught me off guard. Since when would I care? But I did. “Not boring at all. Tell me more.” The more she told me about her life, the more information I gleaned.
When her eyes lit up with fire, my cock ached more than before. All the filth running through my mind was unacceptable. But I couldn’t help myself. If she wasn’t so young and so innocent, I would defile her.
“I live a boring life compared to you, but I read extensively. One day I’m going to live in the United States. Of course Golden Angel will come with me.”
Her words were rushed, the shimmer on her cheeks keeping my rapt attention. Every few seconds, she glanced into my eyes to ensure I was still paying attention.
I was.
The more she talked, the more the subtle movements of her hand flicking through her luscious hair and the way her eyes flitted continually in my direction became far too beguiling.
My hunger for her only grew, but more than that, everything about her was refreshing.
While I was careful in what I offered as far as information, she hung on every word.
Over an hour had passed and while she was cleaning up the picnic she’d provided, I sensed she felt at a loss. “That’s me in a nutshell. I told you, boring.”
“No, delightful, but you should go,” I told her, and all through her comments about her family, my anger toward her father grew exponentially. He was a sadist determined to destroy her happiness.
“Who are you, Kazimir? I mean, you’re here for a reason. Why did my father take you? Where are you from? Maybe I can help you.”
A confirmation regarding her status. While there was no reason to lie to her, I also wasn’t ready to provide additional details about my family.
“I don’t know why I’m here and you will not help me.
” She truly had no understanding of the level of danger we were both in.
The girl lived in a bubble of safety and all I could think about was vilifying her protected world. What did that make me?
“Men like you always know.” Her insistence was followed by a slight snort, which was just as adorable as everything else.
“How so?”
“You’re powerful and dangerous. Aren’t you? I was right before. You’re someone my father is afraid of.”
“Why would you say that, moy malen’kiy tselitel’?”
“Because you’re alive. If he killed you, he would face your revenge more than if you were to escape. You have men working for you. I know it. I’m never wrong. They will do whatever it takes to get you back.”
Her sense of understanding of my world was as surprising as the woman herself. She was far more mature than her eighteen years.
“You may be right, which is why you need to stay away from me,” I told her honestly.
“Does that mean you’ll hurt me?” There was no longer any fear in her. That surprised me. Maybe I was losing my touch.
“No. But that means your father might. I’m not a good man, Rafaela. At some point, you might learn more about me and what you will hear is all true. I am called Il Diavolo for a reason.”
She thought about what I’d said, nodding, but I could already tell she wasn’t planning on heeding my advice.
“You’re right. I should go.” With the duffle slung over her shoulder, she moved to the door, her dog dutifully following.
“Golden doesn’t like men. She hasn’t since the day she was placed into my arms after a horrible man had smacked her.
But she adores you. Dogs are the best judge of character in the world.
That tells me that deep inside, you’re a very good man even if your profession or your upbringing suggests otherwise. ”
Arguing with her was pointless. She wasn’t in the mood to listen to me. And I wasn’t in a position to provide proof.
Not that I wanted to.
For the first time in my life I was engaging in a pure relationship, perhaps something that could be called a friendship and in the unlikeliest of places. God help me, I didn’t want to lose that.
“If I left the door unlocked, would you try and escape?”
She’d shared with me more about the guards and their routine, something I’d already planted in the back of my mind. “Not yet. Only when the time is right.”
“Do you want me to contact anyone for you? Maybe they could come and free you?” She tipped her head, apprehension marring her lovely face.
Not only would doing so likely be intercepted, which would put her in harm’s way, but I was also concerned about having been betrayed. There were enough possibilities, including my father’s attorney, to show my hand just yet.
I’d need to free myself before reappearing in my world.
“No. Go home, sweet angel, and have sweet dreams. You know you can’t tell anyone about your visits.”
Her reluctance was evident by the tension running through her.
“You might think me nothing but a little girl, but I assure you I know who my father is and what he would do if he caught me defying him. However, I am over eighteen now and refuse to allow any man to control me. Including my father. But yes, this will remain our little secret, Kazimir. That I promise you.”
Hearing my name dripping from her sultry lips was enough to drag the common sense imbedded into my brain.
She was no child, but a grown woman with an hourglass figure and breasts perfect for my hands.
The thought of ravaging her wasn’t difficult to envision but impossible to act on. Not here in this godforsaken place.
“My beautiful angel.”
She nodded, the tension within her returning. Then she did something completely unexpected. With a single long stride, she had her hand placed across my heart, rising onto her tiptoes and crushing her lips against mine.
I was the one who stiffened, but only briefly.
The devil inside roared to the surface, pulling me out of a suffocating cocoon.
I pulled her into my arms, lifting the beautiful angel off her feet.
The taste of her was as sweet as I’d thought, so much so having the woman in my arms took my breath away.
Sensing she’d never been kissed before, I took my time exploring her mouth, allowing her to take control. The feel of having her in my arms was incredible and highly dangerous, but I’d never been the kind of man who cared about following rules or the implications in not doing so.
There was no doubt she could tell how much I desired her with my aching cock pressed against her stomach. She moaned into the kiss, soft mews that created images of her writhing underneath me. I wanted her naked and waiting, surrendering to my every need.
When I broke the intimate moment, she took several scattered breaths, her body quivering in my hold. Her eyes darted back and forth, searching mine.
I eased her down, gently pushing her away. “Go, sweet angel, before anyone misses you.” I wasn’t a man known for being gentle or patient. Yet with her, knowing she’d never experienced any level of passion before, I wished time was on our side.
But it wasn’t.
This would need to end. If I was a decent man, I’d send her away forever.
But I wasn’t that man. I was the devil. There was no need to remind myself that I had no soul.
Her lips and her beauty would leave a lasting impression for a very long time.
With my cock aching, I took a deep breath, once again pitched into darkness. Not only was the hunger strong, moving to a place that would become difficult to control, but I sensed something even more powerful building deep within.
An obsession, a need so tumultuous and overpowering that I could lose all sense of humanity.
The need to make her mine.