Page 35 of Heirs of Havoc

It doesn’t matter that I’m out of my cell.

Everywhere I go is a jail and something tells me that’s exactly what Dominik wants.

In usual Feliks fashion, he says nothing as I move around the shop tending to my duties. Organizing books, taking in shipments, cleaning the already spotless space. It’s actually quite peaceful, and I would enjoy it if it wasn’t for the four men holding me hostage. Every move, every step, those golden orbs follow me as he takes bumps of blow and sips from a flask. He’s like that superhero with the laser eyes and like him, Feliks has looks that kill. It doesn't help that his eyes on me remind me of that night in my dorm. That night in my bathroom.

“Oof.” A bookshelf comes out of nowhere, the books in my hand clattering to the floor.

Feliks chuckles from across the spacious room. “Careful, Bunny.”

My cheeks heat. Great. Of all the things he could see me do. To counteract that clumsy movement, I bend over. Pulling on the front of my joggers, I tighten them, pressing the fabric against my ass. Glancing behind me, Feliks chews on his lip. He doesn’t look away as I round the shelf, his eyes on me through the rows.

“Let me know if you need a hand,” he calls. “I’m good with my hands.”

My thighs clench, my mind drifting to said hands. If Chaya only knew Feliks was in our dorm, jerking one out. Jerking one out to me, that is. Holding a book tight in my grip, the image stays in my mind. Glancing at Feliks behind the shelf, I try to ignore the title on the spine “The Life of Jesus.” Jesus does not need to see in my head right now. Not with the image of Feliks’ jeans around his calves, his hand on his long shaft. I wonder how it feels when—

Ding-ding!

The book falls out of my hand, startled out of my fantasy by the bells on the door. Hitting the floor, it slides under the shelf behind me. My shoulders fall as I reach for it, the footsteps of the new client coming from a few feet away. Stretching my arm under the shelf gets the book at my fingertips. “Gotcha.” Once I grab it, I turn towards the shelf, about to yell out a greeting, when a hand comes over my mouth.

My body stiffens, a soft voice landing in my ear. “Shh.” The tension in my body disappears. It’s Feliks. I can smell the vodka coming off him.

“Hello?” the client calls.

My eyes widen in Feliks’ grasp. I know that voice.

"Is anybody here?”

“Quiet, Bunny.” Feliks croaky voice lands in my ear. But that's kind of hard to do with who just stepped into this store. “Relax.” Feliks’ lips tickle my neck. Warm. Soft. “Chill out." His hands roam down my sides in a firm hold like it’s intentional. And now I can’t speak if I wanted to.

“Does anyone work here?” His voice fills the room and Feliks must feel me tremble because he shushes me again.

“I got you, Bunny,” he whispers, his knee coming between my legs. Looking through the crack of the bookshelf, I confirm who’s on the other side.

William Romano.

I need to go. I need to run. If he catches me here, I’m not sure what he’ll do.

“Feliks…” I whisper, my hand going to his on my thigh. It's the warmest I’ve felt it, my fingers interlacing with his. “We have to go.” William turns towards the shelves and my eyes widen.

“If you’re not gonna be quiet…” Pulling the book from my hand, he pushes it in my mouth, the spine between my teeth. “I’ll keep you quiet.” Feliks’ voice lands on my back, the trail of his warm breath going down my skin as he lifts my shirt. He kisses all the way to my ass, each kiss igniting a new spark on my skin. In my core. Meanwhile, William’s eyes wander around the room.

Clementine is a total Bible town if you haven’t noticed, so the Christian bookstore usually gets busy in the evening. But for the first time all shift, I’m relieved it’s empty, especially when Feliks falls to his knees. He pulls my joggers down with him, his lips on my ass. Heat spreads through my cheeks, the night in my dorm at the front of my mind.

“Hello?” William calls again, but I can hardly see him. His body becomes a blur as Feliks slips his fingers between my slick slit. His slow swirls make my teeth sink into the cover of the book. He’s gentler with me now than he’s ever been. That’s until his teeth sink into my ass and it’s the sting I need to offset the flutters inside me. Scratch that, the flutters are so much worse. He slides his finger over my nub as my hands grip the shelf, my core tightening.

I’ve thought about Feliks Ivankov’s skilled hands all over me before. I just didn’t expect his hands to be all over me in a fucking Christian bookstore with William Romano a few feet away.

What would Dom think?

Fuck Dom.

He won’t give me a chance to explain, so I won’t explain anything to him. I do whatever the fuck I want and right now, that’s letting Feliks keep me quiet by playing me like his guitar.

My forehead falls against the cold shelf, relief to my heated body and when he slides his fingers in, I’m happy this book keeps me quiet. His thumb stays in contact with my bundle of nerves and it’s easy to forget where I am. Easy to forget William is on the other side of the store. All I feel is a fire within me and it only builds when Feliks curls his fingers inside me.

A phone goes off, but Feliks ignores it, thrusting his fingers into me as my lips tighten on the book’s spine.

“I don’t see her,” William answers, spinning around as Feliks’ fingers make me spread my legs wider. With a grip on my ass, he bounces me back on his thrusts and if it wasn't for this shelf, it would be hard to stand. “I don’t see anyone. I’m leaving now.”

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