11. Giselle
Giselle
Irun out of the kitchen, passing everyone in the entryway as I go up the stairs.
I hear Artem’s mom call out to me, but I don’t want anyone to see me crying. Luckily his father stops her from following me, and I slam the door closed and lock it behind me. I feel bad knowing she’s leaving for Russia again and that was our last interaction, but I can’t help it.
How fucking dare he say that to me when I’m the one who was forced to join this family?
I didn’t choose to get involved in his circus. I’m involved whether either of us like it or not because he’s my husband now, and whatever he does is also a reflection on me, and vice versa.
I know his father knew exactly what happened. I’m more than sure Roman would have told him. Not that I think Roman would have really had a choice, considering the interaction I just witnessed.
I have never in my life seen Artem ever take shit or bow down to literally anyone. Seeing him stand there calmly as he’s being berated pissed me off for some reason, and I can’t stand seeing him say nothing to defend himself.
Especially because it was all my fault. I didn’t think at all when I did what I did, I was blind with rage, and Artem could’ve just easily thrown me under the bus to save his ass and I would’ve had to accept it.
And for a moment when he took the blame, I had let myself think he was doing it just to protect me. But then he goes and opens his stupid, perfectly shaped mouth and reminds me who he really is.
It wasn’t that at all.
It wasn’t for me.
It was because in his mind I’m not his, I’m just his liability.
I swipe at my face angrily as the first tear finally slips free.
No.
He doesn’t deserve my tears. He doesn’t deserve to constantly be able to affect my emotions and my mood with only a slip of his tongue.
God, I feel so incredibly stupid for even caring for a split moment.
I’ve spent the last nine years telling myself I needed to prove something to my father, but for some reason Artem’s rejection hurts more than my father’s does.
It always hurts more.
I wish I wasn’t like this.
I wish I wasn’t so quick to emotion that I just do shit without thinking of the future and how it could affect everyone else.
Maybe that does make Artem better than me.
I hate him, and if you’d asked me two weeks ago I would’ve said I hope he fails, but if he loses pakhan now somehow to Roman, I will also lose my only opportunity to be in some sort of position of power too. Even if it means supporting him, I have to do it for myself. I can’t let him fail.
The doorknob rattling abruptly stops my thoughts, and I quickly wipe my cheeks.
“For fucks sake, this isn’t only your room. Unlock the door.”
I try to fan my eyes and hide any sign I was upset before I walk toward the door again. He bangs hard against it, making me jump slightly from the unexpected noise.
“Giselle, unlock the door before I break it down.”
I clench my jaw and unlock it, walking back toward my nightstand on the other side of the bed as he opens the door.
“My mother was sad that you didn’t see her off.”
My heart pangs a bit at his words. It’s hard not having my mother around, and for a moment it felt like I had connected with his mother.
I mean, technically speaking, she is supposed to be my family.
For a fleeting moment I had let myself feel that she was too, but his words dug a knife into the idea.
“Don’t give me your silent treatment, solnishko. The sound of your silence is almost louder than you yelling at me.”
He walks closer to me, and I turn around, not wanting him to get close and see my swollen eyes.
“Just leave me alone.”
“Why are you hiding yourself from me?” His muscular arms suddenly wrap around my waist in a bruising grip, and his chin rests on the top of my head. “You think I don’t know when you’ve been crying?”
“What the hell do you care? This is what you wanted anyway. To break me again, to hurt my feelings to get your fucking point across,” I say as I try to wiggle out of his grasp, but it’s futile.
I can feel his jaw clenching against my hair before he speaks again. “I thought you told me that you trusted me.”
I shake my head in disbelief at his comment. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Why won’t you just trust that I’m always doing the right thing?”
I don’t respond for a moment as I consider his question. Why did I even admit that I trusted him? And even if I do trust him, that doesn’t mean I’ll just blindly trust every move he makes and let him walk all over me.
“You don’t get to do what you think is right, and then be condescending to me when I was only trying to defend you and right my own wrong. Asshole.”
He chuckles against my hair, and his face drops from above me to against the side of my face.
“My Giselle admitting she’s wrong? Alert The New Yorker,” he jokes in a whisper against my face.
“There is no your Giselle. And for the record, I am perfectly capable of admitting when I’m wrong, unlike you. Clearly.”
He straightens his head against mine, his lips close to my ear now.
“I was wrong, then. I don’t want you involved still, but you are mine, in all meanings of the word. That includes family.”
I’m shocked by his easy apology. Well, for Artem, it was an apology, though very indirect. But I won’t forgive him, because he only took back half of it.
“Not good enough.”
“No?”
I shake my head and he laughs.
“Do you want me to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness then, solnishko?”
I furrow my brows, but before I can reply he uses his grip to turn me to face him, and he runs his hands down the sides of my leg as his body descends down.
My breath hitches as I see him on his knees in front of me.
“I’ll beg, but not with my words. Can you just imagine that I’m sorry instead?”
He shoves me back against the bed, making me sit at the edge while he pulls off my leggings.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, resisting as I try to keep my leggings up.
“Showing you what it would be like if I was sorry,” he says smoothly as he looks up into my eyes, and I feel frozen.
Who the fuck is this man and what has he done to Artem? I know he’s messing with me, but the look in his eyes is screaming that he’s serious.
He easily slides my leggings down, and I panic again as he pushes my knees out to spread my legs in front of his face.
His eyes are locked on mine as he slowly kisses my panties right over my pussy.
What the actual fuck is happening right now?
When I don’t continue to protest because I’m too stunned to speak, he takes that as permission and pulls my red panties to the side to have access.
His eyes immediately darken when he looks away from me and at my exposed core.
He doesn’t even waste a second before he dives himself into my pussy, devouring all of me into his mouth like he’s starved. I let my back hit the bed to try to keep my face out of his view and bite my arm hard. His tongue laps desperately inside of me, and my body betrays me as a moan escapes.
I can feel his chuckle against my pussy as his finger suddenly starts spreading my wetness and his saliva all around.
“Don’t be so proud, solnishko. I want to hear you,” he says before his tongue goes back to work.
One finger finally slides inside me as his tongue expertly works my clit, and I can’t help but lift my hips. He slides his free hand under my thigh, clenching it roughly as he pulls me closer against his mouth.
By the time he adds another finger, I’m already a mess.
My breath is ragged as I lose all my will to silence my moans.
He suctions his mouth against my clit and drills his fingers into me, causing me to almost scream in ecstasy.
I know he can feel me getting close, and he pulls back to watch my face as his fingers continue to work their magic inside of me as his thumb rubs my clit.
“You forgive me now, right? Hypothetically, of course,” he asks with a mischievous smile as he watches me fall so close to the edge.
I can’t even respond, overwhelmed as I claw at the hand working on my pussy. It doesn’t waiver, and he quickens the pace of his fingers fucking me.
“I want to see your face while you cum all over my fingers,” he mutters against me as he slowly kisses my inner thighs, still not relenting.
I’m trying so hard to keep it in, to not let him see me totally unraveled by his touch, but I can’t hold it forever. This man is a fucking demon.
“Just a little more,” he growls, as he lifts his head from between my legs.
His fingers grow more desperate for me to cum; his thumb running in faster circles over my clit.
“Let it all out, show me how perfect you look when you cum,” his words and hands push me over that edge, my hips moving up again.
“Ah, fuck!” I say through my teeth as I throw my head back, and my legs tremble slightly as my orgasm rips through me.
“That’s it,” he purrs roughly as he continues to move his fingers inside me, drawing out my pleasure. He slowly pulls his fingers out of my limp body and cleans them off with his mouth as he stands and looks down at me.
“You made quite the mess,” he says with a smug smile, and my eyes widen in horror as I see the end of his sleeve soaked in my wetness.
Fucker.
He caught me off guard and blinded me with lust, it wasn’t fair. He laughs as he sees my expression turning back to annoyance and unbuttons his shirt. I can’t help the breath I take in as he pulls the shirt off himself, tossing it across the room.
He suddenly crawls on top of me, and I try to scoot farther back on the bed, but his hand holds my shoulder in place.
He slams his mouth onto mine, devouring my mouth the way he did my pussy.
I can taste myself in the kiss as his tongue roughly tangles with mine.
My face is a wet mess as he lifts back up.
“You taste exactly how I imagined, sladkaya i moya.”
I don’t know what the fuck he just said but my face feels so hot I might actually implode.