Page 58 of Volatile Waters

He winced. “But… last night—”

“Is never to be spoken of again.”

Not caring about the gun to his head, Kirill eagerly, and nervously, nodded. “Okay. Done, Yury. Just do not take this too far.”

“She needs to know what she is going to be surrounded with. How many girls she will witness you fuck, rape, and train.”

Kirill shouted, “I won’t do it in front of her!”

“You really think that takes away the sting? Have you forgotten Mrs. Thompson and me in front of her husband?” I took a bite of my food. Speaking around my mouthful, I asked Valerie, “Can you envision his dick sliding in and out of many pussies, for the rest of your days together?”

As if I had sucked her dry of energy with my words, she laid her upper body in my lap. “Why are you doing this?”

I patted her hair. “Because this is our reality. One that only death will end, for all involved.”

Roles had switched. Kirill was now as lost as I had been. “Yury! You’re scaring her!”

“If only hearing the truth is hard for her to handle, imagine what seeing it will do.”

His eyes closed.

Adrian lowered his gun.

I lifted Valerie’s chin to peer into her eyes. She needed to understand I was not exaggerating. “And you are not wearing a collar, Little Pet.” Confusion crossed her pixie face as I sneered to my comrade, “Isn’t this correct, Kirill?”

Nervously, he swallowed. “Yes, but—”

“But what? Already, she has you not following the rules?” While he was tongue-tied to the trap I led him into, I explained to Valerie, “If a slave has not been claimed, he or she is free game.”

No barrel to Kirill’s head made her braver again. “I’m not a slave, you pig.”

My face invaded her personal space. “That is where you are wrong, yet again. No woman taking residence in our home is free of this title.”

She recoiled. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Treating me like this.”

“Like what?”

She screamed, “A piece of meat!”

Fed up with her disrespect, and trying to get her to acknowledge the godawful circumstances she was willingly joining, I shoved her body to the ground in front of my chair, then followed her descent. Kirill roared to be released as the rest of my men assisted restraining him as I was prying her legs apart. Holding Valerie down, I lifted her dress, ripped her G-string from her body, then shoved two fingers into her cunt. “But meat and walking dollar bills are all you are in my establishment.”

Getting to my feet, I dragged Valerie with me. It was easy to toss her over my shoulder. She kicked and smacked my back as I faced Kirill, pointing my wet fingers in his face. “Leash her, or I will do this over and over!” After trapping her legs to my stomach, I stepped closer to Kirill and growled, “Never try to fuck me again.” I slammed an aggressive kiss to his non-responsive lips. “And, now, because you have involved her to this level, I have to take her back with us, you stupid shit. Either that or kill her.” I stepped away, reared back, and punched his chest. “Decide. Now. Do I fuck her or kill her?”

Adrian jostled Kirill to snap him out of shock. Kirill blinked, then exhaled a regret all men present could feel. I was sure of it. “Fuck her.”

With Valerie still hanging over my shoulder, I smacked her ass. “Good choice.”

As I started to walk away, Valerie slipped into a panic. “Kirill? Stop him!”

In record speed, he grabbed the SUV keys from the dining room table. “Valerie, fight as hard and as long as you can.”

I didn’t slow my pace either. “Tick tock, Kirill. Tick tock. I’m already erect.”

Valerie whaled in horror as tires screeched out of the driveway.