Page 38 of Psychological War

She could take out Luca’s men, and in my eyes that was good enough. I was perfectly fine with her killing them off.

“Zane,” Dimitri snapped. Looking up from the ground Dimitri was glaring at me again. This man needed to find a new look. “I’m going to set up a meeting with Luca. I will tell him we don’t know what’s happening. Killian is going to get rid of any type of evidence. I will tell him we are going back to Russia. Until then lay the fuck low. Keep that girl of yours in check. I don’t need her going off the fucking handle and killing more people.”

I nodded. I didn’t know how much control I would really have over her. I had a feeling she was going to be a handful, and even then, I highly doubted she would ever let me even try to control her. I’d probably get stabbed from it.

18

Salem

Icouldn’trememberthelast time I woke up without having a nightmare of the men or dreaming of my parents. But the moment my eyes fluttered open I was about to close them again, ready to try and sleep more until I took in the large bed and the dark room I was currently lying in.

Sitting straight up, I hissed in pain, forgetting about my ribs that were most likely broken due to the ass beating Remo’s men gave me. Clutching my chest, trying to push the pain away, I looked around the room. The bed I laid in was definitely a king, which had the most cooling covers on it that I had ever felt before. Looking around, there was a dresser directly in front of the bed, with nothing on top, a closed door to the right, and then two doors sat on the right side of the bed. One I could tell was the bathroom, and I could assume the other was a closet. Besides the bed and dresser, nothing else sat in the room.

Pushing the covers off, I swung my legs over the bed and slithered my way into the bathroom. Turning on the light, I cringed the moment I took in what I looked liked. A fucking mess. My black hair was a curly mess. I never went to bed with my hair wet for this exact reason. There were several bruises all down my arms, and my damn face looked like someone thought it was a punching bag.

Wait a minute…

Taking a step back I realized I was no longer wearing my leather outfit like I was last night. Instead, I was wearing a large red shirt that came down to my knees and swallowed me whole. Ignoring the ping of pain running through my body I pulled the shirt over my head. My eyes locked onto the deep bruises covering my entire torso and legs. This wasn’t the first time I had been covered in this amount of bruises, but something felt different this time.

I had been blind-sided with the fact I lost my damn virginity. I lost it to Zane, someone who I barely knew, and someone who fucked me better than I ever thought would happen. Even thinking about Zane had me pressing my legs together. I was still sore, but that didn’t stop me from wanting him again. A man I barely knew, yet I wanted to know, against my better judgment.

Rolling my shoulders back I stepped into the shower and turned it on as hot as I could stand it. Stepping in I welcomed the sting against my skin where the cuts were once clotted but now reopened. I washed my hair the best I could because the moment I tried to lift my arms higher than above my chest pain shot down my back. Finishing faster than I had before, I wrapped a towel around my head and body.

“I could’ve helped you,” someone said from behind me. Looking over my shoulder Zane stood with his back against the bathroom door. His blond hair was a mess, like he had been pulling on it in different directions. He wore a skintight black t-shirt, showing off his muscles in his arm. The amount of tattoos this man had should not have been as attractive as it was. But, fuck, my body was reacting in ways I fully didn’t understand. His gray sweatpants didn’t do much to hide how thick his thighs were either. Standing there with no heels on, both of us completely barefoot, he towered over me. By a fuck ton, a full head taller than me.

“Here take these.” He held out three white pills. I wasn’t sure if I could trust him not to drug me. From the look on my face he must have realized that. “It’s just Tylenol. Come on over here.”

Slowly stepping forward I made my way over until I was standing right in front of him. Reaching forward to his hand to take the pills he closed it. “Open,” he demanded. Looking up, my knees nearly buckled from the way he ordered me. Now don’t get me wrong, I truly hated anyone telling me what to do. I wanted to refuse Zane, but I’d be stupid to not acknowledge the warm feeling my body got. The way my pussy was being a damn slut, ready to fucking beg this beast of a man to take me.

The moment he raised his eyebrow, waiting for me to deny him, I swallowed my pride of wanting to refuse and opened my mouth partly.

“Good girl,” he murmured, sticking the three pills into my mouth. Closing my lips around his finger, I sucked. Something inside both of us must have snapped. I don’t know who moved first but our lips crashed together. A new fight took over, his teeth biting down on my already split lip. I hissed while letting go of my towel. Gripping his hair, I pulled hard, and he grunted in pleasure. Zane’s hand wrapped around my jaw, pushing my head back, shoving his tongue down my throat. I tried shoving against his chest, but he just held me harder against him. Taking all my might, my arms screamed in protest. I shoved him harder. He moved an inch back, his lips leaving mine. Both of us were breathing heavily. I didn’t give myself a chance to think before I punched him in the jaw. His head twisted to the side ever so slowly as he brought his gaze back to me. His dangerous hazel eyes promised me too many things I was not ready to deal with.

Bringing up his hand he cupped my cheek and I leaned into it. It was the most comfort I’ve had from someone other than Aziza. I didn’t know if I wanted to welcome or run from the warmth wrapping itself around my heart.

Grabbing me by the throat, he yanked the towel from my head. My black hair fell to a mess around my shoulders. I stood there completely naked, scars, bruises, everything bare for him to see. Yet he looked at me like I held the sun and moon for him.

I blamed the fact he must have put me in some type of trance. Maybe he truly did drug me because all I felt was him everywhere. His hand wrapped around my throat, his body pressed against mine, his tongue inside my mouth again. His other hand roamed the rest of my body, and the scars not deterring him had me wanting to tear up and spill everything to him.

I didn’t have time to think too much about that because I could feel him spreading out of his sweatpants, not once breaking from my mouth until he pulled his own shirt over his head. Taking that moment I stepped back and stared at him. His chest was covered in just as many tattoos as his arm. On his chest a large skull with an owl on top with its wings reaching across onto his shoulder. I didn’t have time to admire any more of his artwork on his body because my eyes traveled down. My mouth instantly went dry, and I could barely swallow.

“Oh, fuck no, you are not fucking me with that thing,” I shirked. My voice broke from pure fear of what was hanging between his legs. There was no way he was getting anywhere near me with that thing.

He laughed. An actual deep laugh, one that came from his stomach. “You already had it, Kitten.”

I couldn’t even look up at his face. My eyes were glued to the fucking baby elephant trunk that was sticking straight out at me. There was no way he had that inside me.

Shaking my head, I took a step back. “You have got to be fucking with me. There is no way in this world,that thing,that thing you have attached to your damn body was inside me.”

“Hold the fuck up.” I knew the moment I spoke he was going to say something about it. “You have an accent.”

I nodded my head.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he smirked. He wanted me to say that for a reason, my accent, which I worked so hard to hide. And because he knew his dick scared me.

“I’m a virgin,” I blurted out, not giving a shit that my accent was no longer hidden.

Again he laughed at me. “As of last night you are not,” he said cocky. He was full of himself. I should’ve known he would figure it out. “You know last night when you left me, I came back here, angry that you ran away from me.” He slowly began walking towards me. “The moment I saw your virgin blood dried on my cock, something sparked inside me. That’s why I was at your apartment.” He stood in front of me. I had to crane my neck back just to look at him.

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