10. Artem
Artem
Ienter the house, slamming the door so hard a picture frame falls off the wall.
“Giselle, get your fucking ass in here now!” She’s really lost her mind this time. I pace the hallway, my hands fidgeting and my fists opening and closing on their own as I try to contain my rage.
“Oh, welcome home,” she says from the top of the staircase, wearing a smirk.
“You fucking—” I say, marching up before Maxim pulls me back down. “Maxim, I will fucking take you down right now if you try to stop me.”
Roman enters the house in a rush, he couldn’t keep up with me.
“What’s wrong, Artem? You didn’t have a good time tonight?” she asks, slowly walking downstairs.
I quickly grab her arm in a painful hold as she comes within reaching distance.
“You blew up my fucking car!”
“So? Buy another.”
God, if I could fucking hit a woman.
“Are you fucking crazy? Giselle this is not a joke, you just created a goddamn explosion in the driveway of one of my associates.”
She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly and I have to let go of her and step back before I strangle her.
“Why did you do that?” I ask through my teeth.
“Because you lied to me.”
I take a deep breath trying to collect myself. “Lied to you?”
“You were at her fucking house, Artem, not your warehouse. I’m not naive.”
Is she serious?
I look at Maxim, who avoids eye contact. Of course it was his fucking fault.
I turn back to Giselle, coming closer and lifting her off the ground. I toss her over my shoulder, going to walk up the stairs. She hits my back repeatedly and tries to kick herself out of my hold.
“Put me down, you psycho!”
When we make it to the bedroom, I kick the door shut and toss her onto the bed.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, and I climb over her on the bed, stopping her from getting up. “Don’t fucking touch me, didn’t she give you enough?”
“What did Maxim tell you?”
She groans angrily before she answers. “He told me the truth about where you went and what you’d be doing there so late.”
My jaw clenches, and I grab her chin roughly with my hand. “You think I fucked her?”
“Of course you did! I’ve seen you two leaving events together! You think it wasn’t obvious she was giving it up to you?”
I take in a breath. “Her father is a close associate of mine. I did not fucking touch her. I made it clear to her that I’m not interested the last time she came here.”
“You’re lying,” she says, softer this time.
“Do you feel stupid now, solnishko? Blowing up my fucking car and making a scene over nothing?”
I see her clenching her jaw, trying to decide if she’s going to concede.
“Were you that jealous?”
“No, I was not jealous. I was just pissed!”
I let out a dry chuckle, moving my hand to her waist.
“You were. Wouldn’t it be easier for you if I had a mistress? You and I can’t stand each other.”
“I don’t give a shit if you have to use your own hand to jack it the rest of your life Artem, you will not be fucking whores while married to me, even if we don’t ever fuck.”
I smirk as she says that.
If.
“You’re saying there’s a chance then?” I ask, running my hand down her stomach. I can feel the shiver it elicits, and I grin.
“No, there isn’t a chance,” she says, but I can tell she has no backbone behind it.
“Are you trying to convince me or yourself, solnishko?”
“Look, I’m not sorry about your stupid car. You’re rich and a raging dick and you deserved that a thousand times over.”
Always trying to be on top. Always trying to piss me off. I know she can feel my cock hardening against her core as I hold her down, and she’s trying to ignore it.
“I’m many things, but I’ll tell you this only once,” I say, leaning my head down to whisper in her ear. “There is only one woman whose pussy I want to feel cumming all over my cock. And there isn’t an ‘if’ about it.”
I see her face flushed as I pull back, and I run a hand on her cheek softly.
“Unfortunately for you, solnishko, you’re still in trouble here. Although I think it’s adorable that you were jealous enough to do that, you don’t get to just fucking blow shit up on a whim.”
My voice goes from gentle to wicked as my hand squeezes her cheeks so hard her lips go forward.
“Will you take your punishment? Or should I fetch some duct tape?”
I see her eyes widen, and I slowly run my tongue over her lips before I let her cheeks go.
“You still weren’t honest with me,” she seethes, but I know this is her way of pleading, trying to get out of her punishment by drawing out the conversation.
“Why do I have to tell you shit that doesn’t matter? My business takes me to many places, solnishko. Homes, clubs, bars, warehouses, cars.”
“Because you’re the only person who has never lied to me,” she says, her voice almost breaking.
The rough hold I had on her wrists loosens a bit, and I move my head back.
“You’re the biggest asshole I’ve ever met in my life, but you’re the only one who has never lied to me. And it fucking pissed me off, okay?”
I’m not sure how to respond to her raw honesty. I release her wrists and sit up straight, still straddling her as she lays on her back in the bed.
“Didn’t I tell you to especially not trust me?” I ask as I look down at her.
“Sometimes you’re the only person I trust,” she admits quietly.
“I know what you want, I know your limits and you know mine, and I know that in the past nine years you’re the only person who has never betrayed me.
You fucking push me to the edge of sanity but you don’t let me break.
And I’ve never known someone this long and felt like that, not even my family.
So as much as I fucking hate to say it, I trust you. ”
“Don’t say that,” I say softly, pushing the hair back off her face.
“Whatever, I didn’t mean it,” she says, realizing she opened up too much and trying to close back up. I let out a chuckle as I lean forward again towards her face.
“Fine, I change my mind then. Forget what I said before. Trust no one but me. Only me.”
Her wide eyes search mine for sincerity, and then she nods slowly.
Fuck it.
I slam my lips onto hers, claiming them in a deep, punishing kiss. I shouldn’t be doing this. I let this get too intimate; too deep. I’m thinking with the wrong fucking head. I can’t help it when she looks at me like that.
Why does she have to look at me like that after all the shit we’ve put each other through? Why does it feel like years of pushing her away and making her hate me has had the opposite effect on us both?
I keep my hand on the back of her neck, holding the nape firmly as my tongue explores her mouth. I can feel her moan against my lips and I feel like I’m going to go feral.
This woman just blew up my car casually because she thought I told a lie, and instead of telling her to get the fuck out of my house, I want her more than ever. That makes me some sort of fucking masochist.
“I trust you.”
Her words are rattling in my head. Should she trust me? I could get her fucking killed. I have people who want nothing more than to kill me and everyone I love at any moment, and somehow she’s been forced into being with me as I wait for them to come and try.
She should be afraid of me, afraid of all the bullshit that comes with me. She should see me and fucking tremble and run the other direction. Nine years of trying to evoke that emotion from her and it has never worked.
Now, I’m fucking pissed that I’m sitting here, kissing the woman I hate more than anything. Now, I’m the one who has to care for her and keep her alive. I don’t even know if I can. What good am I if I can’t even keep the women I love alive . . .
No.
I should stop.
I should pull away now before I let her lose herself in this, before I let her think that things are changing. Before I let myself think things are changing. Fuck, it’s too hard to pull myself away from her sweet lips. Our tongues dance with each other again, and she whimpered.
And it was mine.
This sound.
This feeling.
Her.
I somehow force my lips off of her, drinking in the sight of her hazy eyes and swollen lips. I take a moment to catch my breath.
“Don’t forget you’re still going to be punished, solnishko. You can’t just kiss me like that and think I’ll forget.” She glares at me as I release her wrists to unbuckle my belt, sliding it out of the loops as I take it to attach her wrists to the metal bars of the headboard.
“What are you going to do to me?” She tries to tug on the belt, but it doesn’t budge.
“Nothing,” I say with a sly smirk.
She furrows her brows as I undo my dress pants and pull my cock out of my briefs. Her eyes widen, and I can see her change in breathing as she takes in the sight of it for the first time.
“See something you like?”
She immediately changes her expression to hide her arousal. “Fuck no. I’ve seen better.”
A growl escapes my lips as I reach to grasp her hair tightly.
“Yeah? Who? I’ll fucking kill them all.”
She smirks and I pull tighter, causing her to wince.
“Who, solnishko? The men you mentioned at our engagement when you were trying to make me jealous? You think I won’t hunt them down one-by-one and gut them just for touching what’s mine?”
“You’re insane.” Her eyes flash down again to my cock and I grin in triumph, releasing her hair.
“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? To see what I’d do if you tried to make me jealous? The next time you try it, I’ll kill them. Do not fuck with me again.” Her eyes widen a bit, in either worry or curiosity.
“You want to know what your punishment is? You’ll get nothing. You’ll sit here like a good girl and watch me rub my cock right in front of you until I cum all over your fucking face.”
Her face contorts in anger but she can’t hide the sharp inhale she takes as my words sink in.
I put my hand out in front of her mouth.
“Spit. Now.”
She looks up at me with her fiery eyes but obliges, knowing I’d find a way to make her if she didn’t comply. I take my hand and rub her spit all over my hard cock.
Fuuuck.