Page 39 of Scarred (Russian Sinners 2)

“It wasn’t my intention to buy you, Olivia,” his voice was deep and strong, with an underlay of slight agitation. “When you submit to me, it will be because you agree to it and want it as much as I do.”

My mouth literally fell open. I couldn’t believe the words he just spoke. He said when, not if, with certainty and without any doubt. In the pit of my stomach, I felt it was only a matter of time too but my brain was paranoid.

While I debated how to answer that, he concluded the call. “Good night, Olivia.”

When you submit to me, it will be because you agree to it and want it as much as I do.

Was it crazy that no matter how much my brain warned me against it, I wanted to submit to him too?

Chapter Thirteen

Nikolai

The intention of my phone call was to talk to my niece and to let Olivia know what happened to Anastasia. I didn’t want to keep such a big secret from her; she deserved to know. Her reaction didn’t surprise me. Knowing they grew up as sisters, it was only natural she would want to go to her and be by her side. She was one of those humans that no matter how much she bled and hurt on the inside, she’d still stand by those she loved without a single thought or concern for herself.

I’m not for sale, her words echoed in my mind.

It puzzled me that she would assume because I bought her clothes and jewelry that I was buying her. It had never even crossed my mind. I just didn’t want her to go without. End of story.

Damn it. I didn’t want to buy her. I wanted all her desire and passion she hid from the world.

Although now that I thought about it, it made sense that she was cautious about it. Her own father sold her out, and I was sure her ex-fiancé ensured she knew she was bought. Malcome considered women property. It irked me she thought so little of me to even think I’d try to buy her. But that wasn’t the cold, reasonable Nikolai. Olivia squashed all my reason and cold detachment I was infamous for.

I had no doubt she was thinking over my words right now. She would be thinking them over for days to come. She was the overthinking type. But that was ok. Smug and thug that I was, I liked the idea of her thinking about me. It would ensure I was on her mind.

I wanted her to be sure when we got to that point. I wanted her to be sure once we crossed that line because I was sure we would. Without an ounce of doubt, I knew she was the one for me. We complemented each other in the most natural, basic way.

There was no reason to pretend. Our attraction was mutual. Once she caved into it, I had a feeling our chemistry would be explosive.

My phone rang distracting my dwelling on Olivia Fray. For a fraction of a second, there was a hope that it was Olivia calling. Then I scoffed at myself for the idiotic thought. She wouldn’t be calling me. I glanced at my phone and the caller ID showed Sergei’s name.

“Sergei,” I answered, glad that my younger brother called.

“Brother. Have you heard from Dimitry?” He heard what happened too and worried for our brother. If Anja didn’t survive this, Dimitry would become a shell of a man. I was certain of it.

Dimitry was beside himself. His woman was kidnapped, again, after leaving the wedding alone. Luckily, she wore the necklace he bought her that had a tracker installed. But when he got to her, she saved his life by taking the bullet for him. Dimitry was so choked up, he wasn’t even able to tell me all that happened. Misha had to take the phone from him so he could give me a rundown of events. I could understand Dimitry’s state of mind but it was hard to see my brother like that. In all our years together, he had excelled at never showing any emotions.

I could still remember that witch’s voices as if she spoke them yesterday to Dimitry.

A woman will bring you to your knees.Let’s just hope she didn’t mean literally.

My brother didn’t give those words a second thought till Anastasia entered his life. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt in my mind that she was that woman for him.

“I spoke to him briefly, earlier,” I told Sergei. “Anastasia has still not woken up. I had to talk to Misha to get an update.”

“Shit,” he muttered. “She’s going to pull through. She’s strong, and just as stubborn as Dimitry.”

I hoped he was right. Each hour that went by without her waking up, my worry grew. I couldn’t even imagine how badly it weighed on Dimitry.

“Besides,” he started, his voice still laced with worry, “she still has to dish her revenge on me and then forgive me.”

His role in her abduction was unforgivable, although I understood why he did it. If there was a slightest hint of maliciousness in him, I would have killed him myself. Although I probably wouldn’t have had to because Dimitry would have beat me to it. He was my brother and I loved him. But I couldn’t defend him in this one; although he did it to protect the woman he loved. I would burn down the cities to keep Olivia safe.

Sergei always did the dumbest shit when it came to women. I wanted to point out to him he had a wedding arrangement that he himself insisted on making. What did he think to do with two women? I guess it would be a mess for his brother and I to clean up, if he truly fell for this woman he kidnapped to keep safe. I questioned his sanity when he announced it but I used the same methodology with Olivia.

Maybe I should thank him,I thought wryly to myself.

“Do you have any information on Vlad?” I asked him, shifting focus on something we could control and needed to eliminate.

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