Page 91 of Crimson Tears

When Boris smiles at me, it’s devious and I feel like I’m being teased as he makes his way up my thighs, stopping inches from where I want him.

“You need a hot bath.” He presses a kiss to my thigh. “And to relax.” Then another on my lower belly. “And to stop that mind from wandering to places it has no business going.”

Another kiss on my belly. When he looks up, he gives me this stern face that I want so badly to smack.I wanted sex, not a bath.

“Boris,” I start to whine, but he holds a finger to my lips.

If this is going to become a new habit of theirs, I have some complaints I would like to file.

“Do you think I do not know what you need?”

He lifts an eyebrow and I glare at him. I made it perfectly feckin' clear what I needed, but he isn’t giving it to me.

The urge to cross my arms and huff is strong, but then Cillian walks into the room, distracting me from my impending horny tantrum.

“Woah, why are you undressing her?” Cillian’s face is all concern as he rushes over.

“Don’t worry, Killer,” I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes as Boris stands, “he already refused to give me the orgasm I asked for.”

I’m aware I’m being a bit of a brat, but I’m in pain, dealing with PTSD, and I just want these damn men to make me forget!

Is an orgasm really too much to ask for? Especially since there aretwomen walking around here looking like motherfeckin’ gods.

Boris reaches out to me, helping me sit up so I don’t have to work my sore ribs so hard. After removing my shirt, he pinches my chin and tilts my head up to look at him.

“Lisichka, I said it was time for a hot bubble bath. I never said I did not plan on bringing you the pleasure you requested.”

I bite my lip trying to hold back my grin. I don’t know exactly what he has planned, but what girl ever said no to a bubble bath and orgasms?If anyone actually has, they’re the definition of crazy.

Cillian chuckles as Boris scoops me into his arms.

“So, a pleasure bath. That sounds like fun.”

He rubs his hands together, following us into the large space. The bath is separate from the shower and sits in the center of the room. Boris climbs the steps to it and sets me down on a cushion at the edge before turning on the water.

“Get her some things from the drawer to go in here,” Boris directs Cillian, pointing to the vanity next to the bath.

While waiting for the tub to fill, I take a minute to look at myself in the mirror across from us. Most of the bruising has faded, and the swelling is pretty much gone. But the scabs from all of the marks Green made on my body stand out, the dark patches scattered along my arms prominent atop my pale complexion, reminding me of the terror I endured.

I try not to let the sight of them throw me into another spiral, but every time I see them, all that flashes through my mind’s eye is Green’s face and those damn teeth of his…chewing. When my breath grows shaky, Boris places a hand on my shoulder.

“Open your eyes, baby.”

I hadn’t even realized I closed them. Immediately, I obey. And when his face comes into view, my nerves settle a bit.

“I think I might need to chat with Dr. K after all,” I admit quietly.

“When you are ready to give her a call, let me know.”

Thinking about my phone and where it ended up, I suddenly remember all of the things that were on my person at the time we were taken.

“When you guys came to get me, did anyone get our stuff that they took from us?”

He already knows where I’m going with this. “Your weapons as well as ours were collected, and I had them cleaned and returned to our safe.”

“He won’t let me play with mine in the house,” Cillian says with a pout that makes me huff out a laugh.

“That’s for the safety of everyone, including Boris’ priceless art,” I retort with a smirk.

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