Page 18 of Marked (Russian Sinners 1)

“Little girl, you don’t want to tempt me.” I stepped closer to her, invading her personal space that she’d wrapped around her like armor. I had no idea why I was so attracted to her. I despised people like her, those who’d had an easy life and acted entitled. They thought they were better than the rest of the world. “I punish disobedience with a whip… on a bare ass - or pussy. Your choice.” Her sharp breath intake had my cock twitching. “And guess what?”

“What?” her voice was husky and slightly breathless. Considering she was just rescued this morning, this spark and her response pleased me.

“You’ll like it. In fact, you’ll like it very much,” I promised her in a low voice.

I expected to see fear in her eyes, but instead her skin flushed and her lips parted in invitation. A light shuffle of the doctor's feet broke the moment and her eyes darted from me to him. Although I wasn’t sure whether it was a cry for help or embarrassment.

Fuck, she smelled like lilies in the spring. Her mouth was slightly open and I wondered how she would taste when I kissed her. When I kissed her… not if! There was no question in my mind about it. It made me a hypocrite considering the pep talk I just had with myself less than ten minutes ago. But this attraction for her was burning like an inferno through my veins. I would have her once and get her out of my system.

“Is the young lady ready for examination?” The doctor’s voice, speaking in Russian, reached me.

“Yes,” I answered in Russian but I wasn’t moving, not until she gave me that iPhone. She understood we weren’t going to move from this spot until she caved in.

She placed the phone in my hand and our skin touched. Sparks flew where her fingers connected with my palm. I kept my expression blank but saw confusion cross her face as her eyes snapped to the spot where our skin just touched. She rubbed her fingers against her pant legs and I wondered whether it was because she didn’t like the connection. Or was it because she felt the electricity as I did.

She got herself together quickly and replied, “I want it back afterwards.”

I had to hinder my smile. She was a brave little one.

“This way,” I motioned for her towards the room that was used by the doctors Sergei had on staff. She walked in and took a seat on the bench in the corner of the room, waiting for the doctor. I followed behind as did the doctor.

She eyed me warily and I didn’t blame her. I didn’t have a chance to explain to her the doctor didn’t speak any English.

The doctor asked in Russian, “What happened to her? Why is she bruised up?”

“She was kidnapped,” I told him. “We just rescued her this morning.”

“I don’t have any broken bones,” Anastasia started explaining to the doctor, unaware he couldn’t understand her. I could note she was annoyed that the doctor and I were speaking in Russian. “But if you have any lotion with ceramides and pain relief topicals, I could use those. Just for a few days to ease up the pain of the bruises.”

“He doesn’t speak any English,” I told her.

“Oh.” Her expression shattered a tiny bit. “How are we going to communicate then?”

“I’ll translate.” I thought it was obvious, that was the reason I was here.

The doctor pointed to her shirt and pants, then demonstrated with his hands for her to take it off, while at the same time speaking in Russian.

“He wants you to take your shirt and pants off.” It was unnecessary for me to translate because she understood what he was demonstrating.

“I’m not taking my clothes off with you here.” She blushed and I couldn’t help but want to see her naked.

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen plenty of women take their clothes off.”

“I’m sure you have,” she retorted dryly. “But you haven’t seen me naked and you certainly won’t see me naked now or in the future. So please turn around.”

Oh, I will see you naked. Sooner or later, you will be naked and under me.

I turned around and saw a reflection of her in the thin glass of the cabinet full of medications. I could see her wince slightly as she pulled her shirt over her head but she didn’t let out a sound. She followed up with her pants, and the doctor helped her.

Seeing her reflection in the glass, I couldn’t spot all the bruises but saw there were many. Rage boiled inside of me again but I kept still. She might be a pampered princess, but she didn’t deserve that. No woman did.

The doctor felt her ribs and mumbled what she already knew. She didn’t have broken bones but she was bruised badly. He checked her slim legs, and my hands curled into fists. I wanted to trace the line of her legs down to her calves. She really was a beautiful woman.

The doctor glanced at me, and he knew I was stealing a peak of Anastasia’s reflection on the glass because he frowned and shook his head. I didn’t even pretend to look away.

He glanced back to Anastasia and asked the question in Russian that each woman dreaded. She looked my way and waited. I never cared about anyone’s feelings but I didn’t want to ask this question and cause her hurt.

“Dimitry, what did he ask?” Her voice was soft. Fuck, I was a bastard sneaking peaks of her reflection in the thin glass, after she endured two weeks of torture. That clearly defined differences between her and me, didn’t it?

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