10. Nikolai
NIKOLAI
S he didn't speak once during the drive back to the boss’s estate. And much to my approval, she didn't turn on the radio either. She just stared out the window, and I felt a frosty wall rising between us as she acted as if I didn’t exist.
She most likely hates herself for letting me fuck her like that. I, however, have no regrets. Sienna Falcone is as beautiful as she is fierce. She's perfectly built, and her curves felt exactly the way I thought they would beneath my hands.
The little doll might hate me, but her body fucking thrives beneath mine. I'm a bastard for taking a moment of pleasure with her when I shouldn’t be getting involved with her at all. But who was I to deny her advances and the chance to fulfill the fantasy she demanded?
I look down at the bag I carry, having left the manor long enough to acquire the essentials she needs.
When I walk past the kitchen, I hear Agata humming to herself as she cooks. I continue down the hall, past two of my men, who nod but remain silent.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and when I pull it out, I see The Wolf’s name appear.
“Boss?” I answer in Russian.
“I just received the footage from today. I'm glad you're using the facilities I have nearby. Though, I'm disappointed I didn't hear her scream.”
“One might consider that difficult to do underwater, but I'm certain there was a point there where she had.”
“I also saw how you gallantly gave her your own air supply. It would seem as if it was almost too easy, considering you kept her in the safety of a cage and went in with her as well.”
“With all due respect, boss, did you not assign me to ensure she stays alive until the Armanis retaliate? It was with great pleasure that I forced her into the water, and she's been in her room, rattled, ever since.”
He’s silent for a moment, and I can hear someone speaking to him. Most likely Mikhail.
“I just want to make sure you're not going too easy on her,” The Wolf says.
I think about the way I stuffed her cunt with my cock, very much proving that I’m not going easy on her. However, despite that fact, I’m also known by reputation alone to play with my prey if the victim stirs me enough. I certainly shouldn’t have to remind The Wolf, of all people, but alas.
“There are different ways to torture someone, as I'm sure you're aware. You assigned this task to me. Let me assure you my mind fuckery has been in play from the very start. Am I not allowed to have my own fun while I wait?” I say it with the ruthless tone that they expect of me.
There’s more discussion on his end that I can’t make out, then he says to me, “Very good. If we don’t hear anything from the Armanis within another week, find something else creative. I’m not a patient man, and I need to gain something from this.”
“Yes, boss,” I answer as anger flares in my gut.
The call cuts off just as I round the corner into the hallway where Sienna’s room is. Andrei stands stoically outside her door.
This entire operation irritates me. They only want to antagonize the Armanis so they can gauge what they’re up against. Even if Mikhail is acting as The Wolf’s advisor, surely, he knows a game such as this grows on The Wolf’s impatience. It makes him erratic.
It also makes my job more difficult; fulfilling his demands while balancing that Sienna remains, for the most part, unhurt. That I’ve become curious of her is my own fault and could be my undoing.
“Has she made any recent demands?” I ask in Russian .
“No, sir, she's been very quiet since our return.”
“Good, then breaking her bit by bit was the best decision.” I place my hand on the doorknob, and when I open it, I’m quick to move to the side as a vase of sunflowers smashes beside my head, water dripping on my polished shoes.
“Still plenty of fight in her apparently,” I say to Andrei, who smirks. “You’re dismissed for fifteen minutes. Go enjoy a cigarette.”
“Thank you, Udav ,” he says as I close the door.
Sienna looks absolutely feral. If she was silent on the drive home, she's the opposite now.
“Mood swings are prominent in women, I see,” I goad, enjoying the fire in her gaze too much. Especially now that I know how it can be channeled in another way.
“What do you want from me? Because there won't be a repeat of what happened today.”
I smirk as I take two steps toward the bed and place the bag at the end of it. I admire the pink silk boxers and matching shirt she’s wearing. “I'm not here to fuck you, mishka . Unless, of course, you beg me to. Again. ”
“You're such an asshole.”
“That is true, but don't deny the fact that you instigated what happened today. You’re reckless, and I will never reprimand you for that.” I reach into the bag and pull out a small box. I throw it across the bed to her. “It's the morning after pill.”
She crosses her arms over her middle, and her body seems to fold in on itself. I didn't think she would be a woman who would shy away from a conversation like this, so I add, “I know you're not on any birth control, mishka .”
“It doesn't matter,” she says quietly as she clutches the necklace at her throat, fiddling with it insecurely. “I can't have kids anyway.”
I tense, barely keeping myself from reaching out for her, hating the sadness in her tone and the way her body seems to shrink. This untouched part of her, I have no interest in exploiting. If anything, I want to take her pain away.
“Who told you that?”
“It doesn't matter. It won't be a problem.”
I go to speak but stop myself. I thought I knew everything about this woman, but apparently, I was wrong. Though I want to know more, I have the good sense not to ask about such an obviously painful subject.
“There are other things in the bag for you. Agata should be here shortly with your dinner. Make sure you eat. And you're still expected for breakfast in the morning.” With that, I leave the room, ejecting myself from a conversation I have no right to breach.
I can only hope the chocolate chip cookies and red licorice are any kind of comfort to her. They are, after all, her favorite.
I close the door behind me but remain stationed just outside until Andrei returns .
What the fuck am I thinking and doing?
It's unlike me to go out of my way for anyone, let alone a hostage. Yet I feel like I'm guarding her door in order to prevent anyone from seeing the vulnerability she just showed me. It remains with me, twisting a foreign need inside me to try to fight someone else’s demons.
But often the demons that can’t be seen are the hardest to kill.