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My hands turned into fists at my sides, but I took a deep breath in. Fucking control it, Viktor. You’ll only get yourself killed. And everyone else.
Instead of replying or showing my moment of weakness, I scoffed and turned my back to him again. He wasn’t worthy of my attention.
My gaze drifted toward the blonde woman. The one with the most beautiful eyes, with hair so soft that I wanted them wrapped around my wrist as I fucked her pretty pussy.
This woman…she was worthy of my attention.
My dick twitched in my pants at the thought. I squeezed my eyes shut. Not yet, boy. Settle down.
I didn’t give a fuck about the estate’s rules. I was going to take what I wanted, satisfy my thirst for something I knew I shouldn’t take. Yet I was going to take it—take her. And she would be willing.
The woman who had my attention closed her eyes, her chin wobbling as if she were about to cry. Taking my eyes away from her, I looked around the room. When I found what I was looking for, I stepped away from her and walked toward it.
She was mute—she didn’t speak. Her voice was something I would never hear.
I couldn’t have her voice—but I would have her words.
The notebook and pen laid on the dresser, next to a small lamp, as if it was placed there just for this moment. Taking them in my hands, I glanced back at the mute girl. Her eyes were still closed, her body still trembling.
My heart clenched at the sight of her tortured expression. She reminded me so much of someone…
Ayla, the devil whispered in my ear. He sat perched on my shoulders, watching the show. Enjoying it. Laughing at me. She reminds you of Ayla.
Shaking my head, I tried to clear the thought of Ayla from my head. She was there…I was here, with my mute nun. I clenched my fists, my teeth grinding together in frustration.
You can’t have Ayla. But you can have this one, the devil continued whispering. He tsked at me, and I glanced at the woman sitting across the room again.
She is all yours. No one is stopping you.
That was true. The devil and I for once were in agreement.
“You can’t speak, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have thoughts,” I said out loud. Walking closer to her, I continued softly. “I want to know what you are thinking.”
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion when she didn’t show any response. Her eyes stayed closed, her head and shoulders hanging low in despair.
It appeared as if she was hiding into herself, hiding away from everything and everyone. Protecting herself against the unknown. And that included me.
Too bad for her, she didn’t have a choice. She couldn’t hide from me, no matter how much she would try.
And I sure as hell didn’t like being ignored.
Maybe I’ll teach her a lesson…on what happens when I am ignored.
Smirking at the thought, I stopped in front of her. “Are you seriously going to ignore me?” I asked, my voice low and a little rough. The thoughts of teaching her my ways got my dick excited.
She didn’t lift her head up, but when I dropped the notebook and pen in her lap, her eyes snapped open. Her lips parted with a soft gasp as she stared up at me in shock.
Her hazel eyes were wide…looking so beautifully lost as she gazed into my eyes. For some strange, fucked-up reasons, my chest tightened as I held her gaze—completely and voluntarily lost in this moment.
My heart did a crazy beat as she continued to stare up at me, as if I was the only one she could see.
I liked that…I liked that very much.
My lips pulled up in a smile—my first true smile since I stepped foot into this estate. Hell, since I stepped foot in Russia a year ago.
This mute nun was a temptress I couldn’t hide from. She got me feeling all kinds of fucked-up emotions.
Just like the devil said…she was mine to take. Someone forbidden but I could still have her.
“Talk,” I said, my head nodding toward her lap.
We had been wasting away the minutes, but now, all I wanted were her words. I wanted to see what she was thinking.
Her eyes broke away from mine and went to her lap. She looked confused for a second, staring blankly at the notebook and pen.
She fingered the papers softly and then looked up at me again. I waited, but she didn’t make any move.
“Talk,” I repeated. I knew she understood my words—she wasn’t dumb.
But as each minute ticked by, I grew both anxious and impatient. Our time together was being counted down, and she still hadn’t said a word.
Her confused eyes met mine again, and she held my gaze. I didn’t dare speak again. I just waited—letting her lead from here. The decision would be hers.
