This House Is on Lockdown
—Kira—
Iwoke to golden light slicing through the curtains. For a few moments, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting memories from last night unspool in my mind. A warm ache throbbed between my thighs, proof of just how thoroughly Maksym had wrecked me.
Damn. At this point I was probably even more unhinged in bed than Valeria after everything that happened yesterday.
Then I snorted softly to myself. Nah. I take that back. The things she’d told me about… yeah, she was still winning that competition by a mile.
My gaze drifted toward the floor for a moment, my thoughts sliding back to Felix.
It wasn’t like I wanted him to watch.
I just needed him to know. Needed him to see exactly what he would never have—what would never belong to him.
That I was already claimed.
Completely. By Maksym.
Fucking Felix.
I used to think I wasn’t capable of that kind of cruelty. My sharp tongue had caused damage, sure, but last night rewrote everything. I didn’t feel shame. I felt satisfaction. A sick sort of justice.The bastard deserved worse after what he did—what he tried to do. After everything he’d taken from me. He tried to rape me. He was the reason my mother was gone. And no part of me felt guilty for what I did. If anything, I wanted to do it again.
I reached for my phone.
The notifications were endless. News alerts, texts, missed calls. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and opened the first headline.
Prominent Moscow Heir Found Dead—Mutilated Body Discovered in Woods Outside Kyiv
I stared at the screen. At first, I didn’t feel anything. My heart didn’t race. My hands didn’t shake. I just… stared.
I opened the article, skimmed through the details. The tongue. The eyes. The arms. Villagers finding the body. Authorities suspecting foul play. The words felt like a slow punch to the chest.
I swallowed, sitting up straighter in bed, the sheets slipping off my shoulder. My phone trembled in my hand, not from fear—just from the weight of the moment.
Any normal girl would have recoiled by now. Horror. Disgust. The kind that makes you gag when the details sink in. Shooting someone is one thing—quick, distant. But what he did wentfar beyond that. Torture. Mutilation. Desecration. Another girl would be curled into herself, shaking, wondering how she let something so monstrous into her bed.
But I wasn’t normal.
I was just as broken as the man I kept inviting between my sheets. Just as twisted as my monster—and I wasn’t interested in fixing him. Hell, I’d fantasized about someone like him my entire life. Someone unhinged enough to destroy anyone who dared touch me. My father could parade a hundred new suitors in front of me now. They’d all end the same way. Just like Stas. Just like Felix.
And the truth—the part that should have scared me most—was simple.
I wanted him more.
He reclaimed everything Felix tried to take. With his fingers. His stare. His filthy mouth. Maksym didn’t just punish him—he made sure he’d never violate anyone again. He turned obsession into action. Violence into devotion. A vow sealed in blood. He was feral and brutal and undeniably mine—and I would rather crawl through hell than let another man touch me in his place.
I lay back against the pillows, phone resting on my chest, heart beating slow and wrong.
Because this thing between us wasn’t one-sided.
He’d tear hearts from ribcages for me.
And I’d cradle his bloodied hands and whisper thank you.
He was my monster.
And I was his.
