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“Okay, Nik,” she answers, and I settle between her thighs, my face hovering over her honey-coloured curls.

Lowering my face, I lick a line up her slit, gathering as much of the cum that is leaking out of her as I can. Then I turn to the side and spit it out onto the sheet, far away from her, and make a mental note to change these before she goes to sleep.

I glance up once more to see her wide eyes staring down at me, her mouth slightly parted, her eyes glassy as I repeat the move, dipping my tongue inside her and scooping more of my father’s cum out of her. I spit that out too, infusing the gesture with all the hate and loathing I have for this man.

“Still okay?” I ask her, my voice gruff with the emotions that are swirling inside me.

“Y–yes, Nik.”

“Khorosho,” I answer, going back to my work, soothing her and eradicating Sergi.

Her thighs tremble as I keep licking before sucking her clit, using one hand to keep her lips open so I can access it fully. I can only taste her now, all traces of my sire gone, and I flick my gaze up her body to find her back arched, her eyes closed, and a look of pleasure making her features tight.

Smiling, warmth radiates throughout my body as I increase my efforts, alternating between fucking her gently with my tongue and sucking her needy clit into my mouth.

“Fuck, Nik,” she moans, and I swear it’s the best goddamn sound in the world. Her thighs nearly strangle me, her fingers gripping my hair tightly as her release fills my mouth. There’s somuch of it she’s practically waterboarding me, but if this is the way I die, I will go a lucky man.

I keep licking and sucking, not relenting until she’s pushing my head away from her. Wiping my mouth and chin on my arm, I sit up, my dick tenting my sweatpants as I gaze at her flushed body. She fucking glows, her chest heaving and her eyes closed as she comes down from the high that I gave her. It’s so different from the sight that greeted me when I walked in, and a twinge runs through my centre, knowing that she’ll have to go through tonight countless times before I can get her away.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“DANGEROUS GAME” BY CLERGY, BEGINNERS

IRIS

The next week passes much quicker than the weeks before, all thanks to Nik. We spend at least a little time each day together, walking in the woodlands, having picnics, and I can almost forget that I’m held captive here.

I’m reminded each night when Sergi makes his visits though. He’s even more vicious and cruel than usual, trying to draw sounds from me like he knows Nik can hear him and wants to prove some sort of point. I’m left bruised and hurting, but each night, Nik comes in and kisses all my hurts better, giving me the pleasure his father denies and replacing Sergi’s hated touch with his own. He never takes anything for himself, just holds me until I fall asleep in his arms, the sheets clean as he changes them while I shower.

Sergi doesn’t mention Anushka again, and when I asked Nik, he had no idea who she was either. From what Sergi said, she was someone important to him, someone who got away and whohe’s been searching for for years. She’s also clearly someone who I remind Sergi of, and when I mentioned this to Nik, he said that would explain Sergi’s obsession with me. Nik said he’d do some digging, try to find out who she is so we can see if it can be used against Sergi in any way.

Late one afternoon, I’m sitting in my usual place on the window seat, gazing out at the sun making its way across the sky when my door opens. Sergi strides in, one of the maids trailing behind him with a garment bag slung over her arm.

“I have some very important guests arriving in a few hours, and you will be there to greet them,” he tells me, his gaze slithering over me and leaving bile burning the back of my throat.

My brows furrow. “You want me to meet them?” I ask, my breath stilling as he comes to stand before me, looming over me like a demon ready to steal my soul.

“Kukolka,” he purrs, and I swallow hard as his hand reaches out, his fingers trailing along my neck, and I know he’s tracing the fingerprint bruises he left last night. “Of course I want you there. It’ll be a good reminder to your father’s associates of what happens if they can’t pay their debts.”

I clamp my lips between my teeth, willing the tremble to go away. Another way he’s planning on humiliating me, by showing all my father’s old friends just how far I’ve fallen.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs while leaning down, and my entire body freezes, my heart pounding as his lips press a gentle kiss to my cheek. Then I release a ragged exhale when he straightens. “Anya will help you to get ready. Come downstairs for seven sharp, don’t be late.”

With one final caress to my cheek, he spins on his polished heel and leaves the room.

“Come along, Miss,” Anya says, laying the garment bag on my bed and sweeping her arm towards the bathroom. “How about a shower first, and then I can do your hair and make-up?”

A couple of hours later, I’m staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror and wondering who the woman is staring back at me. She’s wearing a beautiful floor-length, figure-hugging, black sequin dress, a thigh-high slit exposing the creamy expanse of my thigh, and a tasteful amount of cleavage drawing the eye to her breasts. Her hair is in tumbling blonde waves that frame her perfectly made up face and the bruises that decorate her neck like a necklace. Anya was instructed not to hide any of the marks Sergi has left on my body, another way to show his power I suppose.

“You look beautiful, Miss,” Anya whispers, and I turn to face her just as the door opens once more.

My breath catches when chocolate-brown eyes lock onto mine, and unlike when his father is staring at me, my body fills with heat when Nik’s gaze travels over me. His stare halts on my neck, his jaw flexing ever so slightly before his gaze returns to mine.

“Time to go,” he says, his voice slightly deeper than usual, and he holds his bent arm up, a clear indication for me to take it.

Taking a deep inhale, I stride towards him, my Louboutin heels sinking into the carpet. I drink him in as I take the few steps to be at his side. He looks fucking devastating in his black tux, his black shirt and bow tie only highlighting his ink that peeks at his collar and cuffs. I slide my hand through his arm and his muscles flex, sending heat running through me, remembering how he held my thighs open last night as he feasted on me once again.

“You are breathtaking,Moy Solntse,” he whispers against my ear as we turn to make our way downstairs.

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