Page 76 of Dance with Death

Surely, what I’m saying makes no sense to him, but I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. I want him to give back everything he’s stolen from me.

Happiness.

Security.

Freedom.

Ezra.

He took Ezra from me by selling me.

Ezra’s green eyes and smile break through the cloud of brokenness in my mind. Though I know it should halt me, should stop me from fucking, instead it sparks an explosion inside me.

I scream out my relief as I come with visions of Ezra swirling through my mind. The release is so strong that it’s nearly painful. It clenches every muscle in my body until every part of me bursts with pleasure and relaxes into dopamine-induced bliss.

I’m only barely aware as Nikolai flips me onto the mattress, slamming me down on my back and rutting inside me until he comes, spilling a rush of warm liquid inside me.

My entire body is limp, lax from the overwhelming orgasm, and I feel as though I have nothing left in me to give. Exhausted and defeated, I begin to cry.

Nikolai kisses the tears that stream down my cheeks, licking them away.

“That’s a good girl,rabynya.Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to tell Ezra that I didn’t hurt you tonight. I’ll let him know how you fucked me and came harder than I’ve ever felt before.”

I let my head fall to the side, looking at the wall. “Tell him what you want. He knows me and loves me all the same…” I turn back to look him in the eye. “Not that you would know anything of love.”

He stills and a flicker of something passes across his eyes only to disappear into the abyss of his soul. “I know more than you think.”

He climbs off me and crosses to the fireplace, lifting the half full glass of whiskey he’d set down before.

“Don’t move,” he instructs. “I intend to fill you at least three more times tonight.”

I press my eyes shut, letting tears pour from beneath my lashes until there aren’t any more to spill.

Chapter 19

Anya

I’m ordered toput my dress back on and sit quietly in the chair when someone knocks on the door. It’s early morning, the sun just beginning to rise and casting an orange and yellow glow from the windows.

Nikolai is still in a state of undress, fresh from our morning shower together. He promised me three, but he fucked me five more times. The final session ended only ten minutes ago in the shower.

He’d bent me over and rammed into me from behind with my hands against the wall. It felt like it went on forever, my pussy sore and overused. He insisted that I come again on his cock and I’d run out of carnal energy to force my body to submit beyond my mind’s will. But Nikolai insisted, and he always gets what he wants. As a result, my pussy is swollen, painful, and rubbed raw.

I feel like dying now just as much as I did before.

I perch on an armchair near the fireplace, wearing last night’s golden gown. The blood stains remain along the neckline, but the dried blood has been washed clean from my skin. The slices I made in my neck and wrist stopped bleeding, though the fresh marks serve as an immediate reminder of what I’ve done.

Nikolai pulls the door open, revealing Vigo standing there and panicked nausea coils around my insides like a snake. I pull my legs up to tuck them beneath me and I curl into a tiny ball on the chair.

“I’ve come to collect my pretty little doll,” Vigo says.

Nikolai works to fasten the buttons on his shirt as he tilts his head to beckon him inside, only it’s not just Vigo. Kostya and Leo have come along, too, escorting Sasha and…Ezra.

Ezra’s eyes search the room. I lift my head and straighten my spine at the tingle of awareness I feel. Our eyes meet and he moves, rushing past the others as though his life depends on touching me.

Maybe it does.

I feel that way about him, too.

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