Page 50 of Trapping His Assassin

As I hit the base of the first landing, a door slammed open and shut. I froze in place, as a slew of Russian spewed from his sexy mouth. It was Benedikt. Roman must be with him then. Of course, he was home, trying to catch me out of my room or something, so he could punish me.

It was too late to turn around now.

I crept down the stairs as their voices became louder.

As I descended the creaking stairs, their voices hushed to whispers, and all eyes turned towards me. The air was thick with tension and curiosity, each of them waiting for an explanation as I reached the bottom step.

Silence hung heavy in the air as all eyes followed my descent down the stairs. As I reached the final landing, Roman’s face contorted into a fierce scowl. His fists were clenched by his sides, and his eyes blazed with anger. I couldn’t understand what had caused such intense emotions in him.

Benedikt’s voice boomed through the room as Roman signed next to him, and people scattered like frightened birds. As they scurried away, he stalked towards me with a purposeful stride. His eyes burned with an intense emotion that I couldn’t quite decipher. He stopped in front of me, and his gaze raked up my bare legs, clad only in his oversized shirt. The heat in his eyes was palpable as he took me in.

“If you aren’t wearing any panties underneath that attire, I will have to go to the security suite, and gouge out the eyes of all my men, including my great uncle,” Roman mused.

“Where would I have gotten panties from?” My breathy voice sounded aroused as he stepped closer into my space.

He towered over me, a sadistic glint in his eyes. “It’s time for your punishment, my little killer,” he growled.

I gasped, loving and hating the nickname all at the same time. Then I squealed when Roman bent down and threw me over his shoulder like a caveman.

“Put me down, I’m too heavy for this, and you’ll hurt your shoulder!” I screeched.

Roman stopped in place, the only sound between us was my heavy breathing. His hand moved, and the air shifted as it came down hard on my bare ass cheek. I hadn’t even registered him lifting my shirt higher, as it slid up my back when he tossed me in the air.

“Fuck,” I cried.

“Keep up the badmouthing, and it won’t get any easier for you. Right now, you’ll be lucky if you get an orgasm,” he warned.

Despite knowing it was irrational, I couldn’t stop myself from pelting his back with my fists at the insinuation. Having Stockholm Syndrome when there were orgasms involved was much better than having it without.

“I haven’t done anything.” I tried defending myself.

Roman chuckled and started walking again. “Only putting yourself in danger.”

“How could I do that when I’m stuck to your bed, day in and day fucking out?” It wasn’t a rhetorical question, I genuinely wanted to know. Even when I tried to run, Roman would bring me right back to his room, and fuck me into a coma.

“You’ll soon see.” His ominous tone had me holding my tongue.

I was still abusing his back, and waited with my breath held. It didn’t matter what he did to me, I’d been through worse. I would come out from the other side unscathed. like I did every time.

Unless I count all the mental difficulties I seem to have every single day of my wretched life. Roman stopped in the bedroom, right in front of the bed, and dropped me onto my back. As soon as he did, I hopped up as quickly as I could, balled my fist up, and I swung on him hard.

He allowed me to hit him. It was at that moment that I understood the true extent of how messed up this situation was, more than I had originally imagined. Roman dragged me away from the bed by my hair and tossed me to the floor at his feet.

He started taking off his cufflinks. “Riddle me this, what happens to a pedophile when he gets caught touching something that isn’t his?”

I replied with disdain, glaring up at him, feeling a surge of heat course through my body as Headmaster Mikhail’s face flashed in my mind. “Nothing.”

Roman tsked, peeling back his shirt, distracting me with a mouth-watering scene that lay before my eyes like a feast. “You’re wrong.”

Blinking, I tried to use what little brain cells I had still firing, to figure out what he was talking about. I slowly stood to my feet watching his every move.

He took off his belt, entrancing me with his thick veiny fingers as they pulled it through the loops. “A pedophile caught by the right predator is a sad, dead thing. You only have to trust the right person.”

My one last brain signal fired, to let me know exactly what he was talking about. Shocked, I didn’t move when he lifted my shirt over my head, leaving my body bare to his intense gaze.

“Fuck,” he mumbled.

As his arms wrapped tightly around me, I couldn’t help but lean into his familiar warmth. Even though we had been lovers before, the way his eyes gazed upon me now made it feel like the first time all over again. The intensity of his love and adoration for me radiated through his piercing green eyes, and filled my heart with a sense of security and belonging. It was a feeling I had never experienced before with any other man, as they had all only used me for their pleasure. But with him, I finally felt trulyseen and loved for who I was. As he held me close, my soul felt complete in a way I didn’t even know was missing before him.

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