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“Meeting me at the club twice, was it all your plan?”
She was making assumptions, trying to get answers from me and for some reason, I wanted to pacify her and make her understand it wasn’t what she was thinking.
“God, no.” My gaze trailed to her feet; they looked like she’d danced in a pit of fire with naked feet before. “Your question should be directed at someone else.”
“I think you are that someone,” she retorted. “Why the fuck is my picture here and my name tattooed on your chest?”
I wished I could open up to her, tell her about her mother, about everything. But she’d be in too much pain if I did, so I said the only thing that felt right to say in that moment. “Return to your room, Adrienne. Never come in here again.”
A demented kind of chuckle filled the room, her eyes dim with tears and hatred. “I should have killed you when I had the chance to.” She picked up the knife on the floor that she’d dropped and brought it to my chest.
Sharp piercing pain was followed by the dripping of blood on my floor.
Chapter 14 - Adrienne
I’d always thought men like Andrei were somehow immune to pain, but now that his blood was dripping on the floor, and his eyes were flickering with fury and…pain, I couldn’t escape being trapped in my own conscience.
Truth is, I hadn’t intended to stab him, I’d thought he would move away before the knife reached him. He didn’t, and blood was dripping down his chest, the part where my name was inked on.
It wasn’t the right time to note something like this, but he looked like the painting of the hottest demon in hell.
The drip, drip as crimson liquid fell to the floor was the only thing heard in the room for the seconds after I cut him. My nerves were working up, making me anxious. I knew I’d crossed a line. What Andrei would do to me now could only be left to my imagination.
And I wasn’t going to apologize.
“You really shouldn’t have, malysh.” He grabbed the knife from me and tossed it across the room, smearing the floor further with red. His jaws twitched and his eyes gloomed violently.
The next thing I felt was strong warm hands wrapping firmly around my neck, making it hard for me to breathe. I placed my hands on his arms, scratching, kicking, and fighting, trying to get his grip loose from my neck but it was futile; I only ran out of breath more quickly than I anticipated.
Andrei wasn’t blinking. I’d heard wild bloodthirsty beasts became thoughtless when they saw their own blood, and here I was experiencing it for the first time. I tried to mutter his name, but it only turned into a bubble that flew away with the wind.
I didn’t know I was crying until I saw the drop of tears on Andrei’s hand. My sight became clouded and my head started to spin. He must’ve noticed because he ungripped me and threw me on his king-sized bed that looked like clouds without the skies.
I started coughing, desperate to get oxygen into my lungs.
Andrei transferred his aggression to the wall, punching it and repeating, “fuck” as he did. Then he glared at me, the poison from his eyes an undiluted venom on my skin. “Run, Adrienne.”
Did I hear him right? I peered at him, arching my brows to show my confusion.
“Run,” he repeated with a growl. “Don’t let me catch you.”
I glanced at the door; he was closer to it, and I was certain I had no chance of getting to it before he caught me. Still, I sprinted out of the bed and ran to the door. I’d only managed to get a few meters away from Andrei’s room when he grabbed me by my hair.
“You weren’t fast enough, malysh.” Twisted amusement lurked in his voice, seeping through his hands on my hair and seeping into my bloodstream, raising the speed of my pulse. He dragged me back into the room and flung me so hard on the bed I thought I’d cracked a bone; he locked the door while holding a devilish grin at me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I gasped, raising myself on all fours. “Let me out, now!”
Andrei walked to me, watching me with sick curiosity. Blood was no longer dripping down his chest, yet I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Andrei was probably the type of guy to box every day, and it paid off well enough with how hard his abs looked, his torso was a V-shape, and the tattoo on his chest made him ten times hotter.
I hoped I was imagining the bulging between his legs. Damn you, Adrienne. I should’ve been looking for a way to escape this man, not making love with him in my head.
“On your knees alone, malysh,” he commanded as he reached the bed. Every will to disobey him vanished when he added, “Now,” his Russian accent slipping.
Like the good little girl he loved to call me, I removed my hands from the bed and straightened my back, so I was kneeling like a whore in front of her master.
He cupped my face hard. “You should be punished.” I hadn’t registered what he meant by “punished” until he yanked my legs and dragged me down, holding me still with one hand and rummaging through his nightstand with the other. He brought out handcuffs and cuffed me to the bed.
“What are you doing?” A mixture of fear and desire laced in my voice.
