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There’s a split second where my heart stops at the expression darkening his features and it pounds as he gets bigger. He slowly rises to his full height in only his boxers, chiseled muscles and barely any expanse of skin left unmarked by his sins. Self-preservation kicks in and I attempt to run as he takes one step towards me. The room is big enough to avoid him and I give him a wide berth as I run around the foot of the bed, aiming for the door. He doesn’t run after me. He turns, jumping over the bed and cutting me off from reaching the door. I should have gone into the adjoining bathroom and locked myself in there. I’d survive off water for a few days until I found a way to scale down the outside of the building.

He grabs my jaw and pushes me against the wall. His hand is over my mouth, and he can probably feel my teeth from how hard he’s holding my face. That pales in comparison to his wild eyes. His voice is deeper, rougher, and vibrating through the room with threat.

“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth, you have one opportunity to apologize.”

He presses on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees, and doesn’t let go of my face until I’m looking up at him.

SEVENTEEN

Vlad

Idon’t sleep beside people and make the first mistake of my adult life by deeming Inessa safe. Her fucking mouth drives me crazy and any regret I had over nearly killing her is chased by her tongue. The more it moves the deeper that regret changes to not snapping her fucking neck.Even without the use of her mouth, her expressive eyes are spitting curses at me. She’s a fool, hell bent on getting herself hurt because even now, with my marks adding to Len’s, she doesn’t look away from my eyes or hide her thoughts.

Holding her filthy mouth closed, I push against her shoulder until she’s on her knees and fear mixes with anger staring up at me. Her eyes dart to my groin thinking I’m going to force myself inside her when my dick isn’t even out. I don’t need to rape someone to feel powerful. I’m not weak. Her assumption that it’s something I would do, is insulting. But I play into her fears in hopes she’ll learn to do what she’s told and move my hand away.

Big brown eyes blink up at me looking lost, but all she has to do is apologize. Beg for forgiveness and learn how to control herself. Her hands shake, coming up to touch my thighs and I keep my muscles rigid, not taking the step back I want to. Inessadoesn’t say anything, and her lips are soft, pressing on the inside of my knee. They’re still touching my skin when the violence enters her eyes. She doesn’t smile with her lips which are still caressing me, it’s in those dark eyes and the smile is filled with twisted satisfaction when her teeth come out.

She latches on to the inside of my thigh. Her eyes hardening when I remain unmoved, and I smirk down at her. She hasn’t broken my skin yet, and it’s barely a nuisance as I stroke her hair back cooing, “Be a good pet or I’ll have to muzzle you, meelaya.”

She’s even more beautiful when she’s angry and she lets out a growl into my skin as she tries to lock her jaw shut. The light-gold strands are soft and soothing as I stroke over her crown and wrap her hair around my fist. Pulling on the strands before she can fully latch on, she gets a second strength and ignores the burn on her scalp, managing to sink her teeth into me harder. Yanking her head back has her jaw locking and tugging against my flesh. There’s still no pain, and it’s the disrespect hardening my voice.

“Let. Go.”

Even with her teeth around me, she manages to smile and shake her head. Little drops of red stain her pearly whites and I pull her hair harder. She’s too intelligent and tucks her chin to prevent my hand wrapping around her throat. I have to knock my knee into her shoulder to get her off without hurting her. But she’s stubborn and I do it again with enough force to jolt, not hurt. The smile gets wider and there’s going to be a perfect bite mark in my thigh for the rest of time.

Fitting my free leg down the length of her body is a mistake when her pussy rests against my leg under my shin. I bring my foot up until it’s resting on her ass, and I can feel how warm she is, my bride is getting off on this. It’s a shame she hasn’t fixed her virginal status, or she’d be able to have relief.

“Get the fuck off or I’ll kick you in the cunt.”

I won’t, but the part of my brain that enjoys saying the wildest shit lights up as her jaw goes lax.

My blood is staining her lips and teeth, her tongue has dots of red on it too and I can’t look at anything else. Pulling her to stand wanting to see it closer, she blinks and doesn’t try to spit anything out. Wiping the corner of her mouth with my thumb, I hold it in front of her lips. I don’t move as she wraps her lips around the pad of my finger and cleans my blood off.

She sucks my thumb deeper into her mouth and it has me suppressing a groan. I wish she’d fucking done that to my dick instead of biting me. Letting me go with a wet pop, her anger turns into hurt and I can already see the bruises piling up on her neck.

“You tried to kill me,” she whispers up at me.

I can’t tell her the real reason and press my promise that it won’t happen again into her tender skin as I stroke down the column of her throat. What’s inside my head doesn’t leave my tongue and the harshness is there without any feeling.

“Don’t touch a man who is sleeping or hungry, they can’t control themselves.”

It’s a partial truth, the information I’m leaving out would give her too much insight and I move back as she examines me. Without looking back, I leave my own room and take up in my office like I should have done earlier in the night. Inessa doesn’t follow me, and the door clicks closed as I turn on the alerts and get everything loaded.The room is blank except for the desk and monitors that hold what made me. The soft hum of the computer whirring as I load the dark web forums lulls my mind into calm and I don’t allow any of the other images to filter through as I go to the dedicated thread I created.

I need the reminder and there’s no pain watching the memory of my first kill. Every fucker whispers the rumors of the nine-year-old who threw a knife, but it’s the seven-year-oldboy with blood on his teeth and darkness settling into his eyes that knows the truth. It took fifteen minutes for a monster to be unearthed and I can see the change in my child eyes as I smile widely at the camera, showing everyone what I am. I scrub it back watching the change, searching for the person I used to be or could have been. It’s not possible to be any different when even at that age I found what makes me happy, causing other people pain.I never watch it with sound, and it’s no different now as I watch my seven-year-old self smile with blood coating my lips.

Over thirty fucking years later and millions of people have watched it, but there’s never been anyone tying that kid to me. The first three minutes shows someone who doesn’t exist anymore, and I run the tracker for everyone who has downloaded the clip. They’re all stupid as fuck not realizing that it gives me a backdoor entry into any device it’s loaded on. I don’t know what magic Anastasia can do with tech shit, but it works in my favor.

The alert comes up for my flight, cutting my viewing and research short. Knocking the switch hidden at the base of the desk with my foot, I shut everything down and I take three breaths before standing. Keeping my steps silent is pointless when I can hear Inessa’s brain tick as I go back into my room.She’s laid on her side, and her eyes follow me as I go into the bathroom. There’s no incessant talking, and she stays on the bed while I shower. This moment is bittersweet, I live for them and hate them in equal measure knowing it’s all I’m going to have. But I repeat the promises I’ve made mentally as I go through the steps attempting to clean everything off me.

Inessa is still in the same place when I come out of the bathroom, her eyes are glued to me like a creepy painting as I move around and get dressed. There’s more care in my movements knowing who I’m visiting, and I adjust my cufflinksmaking sure the V insignias are straight.This is the only time my brain allows emotion in. My heart speeding up and my throat closing. The feeling won’t leave until I land, and my bag is pre-packed, allowing me less time with the discomfort. Dropping the luggage by the door, I go to the safe as the sheets rustle behind me and Inessa softly pads to the door.

If she tries to have a conversation through the opening, I’ll throw her into the street. It’s a dumb superstition, but I won’t allow anything to fuck up the small visits I get, not her mouth or invoking bad luck. Saving herself, she steps into the closet and comes to my side looking at my passport in my hand.

“Where are you going?”

Her voice is small. She should be ecstatic after her outburst, but I don’t entertain the conversation and grab my bag turning to leave.

She stops me as I pass her with a delicate hand on my bicep and it’s like she can see into my mind, finding the one thing that will make me give in.

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