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“Sanyet, I…”
“No, don’t bother. We are correcting that mistake as we speak. You may be a student, but you are also more.” His palm cupped her cheek, adoring the soft velvet skin. “Are you a spy sent here to assassinate someone? But who? Hannah? Rurik? Me? I hope it’s me I really do. Because if it’s my brother or his wife, I will kill you. I might even hate myself for doing it. But I can’t have a threat to my family survive.”
Her lips trembled. “And if it’s you?”
“Oh, dove. Then you will not escape so lightly with a quick death. Instead, I will chain you to this bed. And make you pay, day after day, night after night. Until the only time you crave death is when I am done with you, and you have to leave my arms. You will hunger and beg for my touch. I will use you to rut and work on my cock. Yes, my cock slave. For as long as I live, and you, my dove, will pray that I live a long time. Because when I am dead, only then will you know the sweet release of joining me. Perhaps I will even have our two bodies wrapped in sheets and buried together so that even in death, your body will know no reprieve.
“You’re a sick man.”
“Dove, tell me something I don’t know. Surprise me with your ingenuity and accuse me of something I’ve never been accused of before.”
“And after all your threats and promises of death, you expect me to still want you.”
“Ah, but you do. And,“ he shrugged, “the feeling is mutual. Do you imagine these promises are my usual foreplay?” His brows pushed their way to the center of his forehead as his mind tried to understand the fucking mutiny of his body and heart. What was it about this girl? True, her brown skin and coily hair were a novelty, but it wasn’t as if he’d never had a black girl before. It was her. She was different from every other woman he’d ever been with, and he had to know why. Everything he’d said was true. He didn’t lie, and he didn’t issue empty threats. After he’d ruined any chance he had of going to paradise, he’d given up praying to God. But oh, how he wanted to break that rule. He didn’t want to rely on wishes and hopes. He wanted the uncomplicated woman she was on the surface. He wanted to fuck her without wondering if she had another hidden assassin’s tool. Waiting to slice him to pieces.
After killing a man at twelve, he’d never been afraid of anything or anyone again. That moment of insanity had pushed him over the edge, and he’d returned with one certainty. Life was fleeting. Everyone was on a collision course with death, so there was no point in not embracing the out-of-control racecar race before he crashed and burned.
“I don’t know what tomorrow will reveal, but tonight we there will be no secrets held back between our bodies.”
His hands removed the pieces of her shirt as he walked her back to the bed and pushed her down onto the mattress, waiting to catch her fall.
“Sanyet…” She bit her lip.
“No, not yet. There will be a time for you to call my name. A time when it will roll over and over off your tongue. But. Not. Yet.” He pulled the shorts from her body and his cock stood higher to get a better view.
Sanyet’s hand slipped to the bedside table. “Do remember how I told you I trained my hawks?”
Her brows drew together, but she nodded.
“Did you think it was just an isolated story? Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Dove, when I give an order, don’t question it. Just obey.”
She shook her head. “I’m not that type of girl.”
His eyes rolled over the face turned up to him like a flower seeking the sun. “We’ll see.”
Chapter 7
Jessa looked up at the skylight above her but the darkened eye to heaven gave her no answer. On the black stormy night, it was almost like looking into one of Sanyet’s eyes. No reprieve and no answers. What was she doing? Lying willingly in a mobster’s bed. Not just a mobster. There were all kinds of mafia men from bookies to money launderers. No, she surrendered herself to a ruthless killer. One who would either murder her when he found out about her cop connections. And he would find out. Or keep her as his ‘cock slave’. Her best chance was to get away before he did. Or confess all and throw herself on his mercy and hope that despite what he said, he had some. Every other scenario was unthinkable. She would not be killed by the man she was about to fuck. And that’s what it was, fucking. What else could it be? He was going to fuck her tonight. And she was going to let him.
He was confident she would find pleasure in his arms. What if Chuck had been wrong? What if all along it had been him and not her? She twisted her feet against each other. Was this the anticipation part? Her waiting for him in a silent room? Was that supposed to turn her on? Actually, it kind of did. What the fuck was wrong with her?
He returned, but she couldn’t make them out the items in his hands. He’d told her to close her eyes even though she couldn’t see a damn thing. Just a blurry outline of his body. And a vague impression of a shadow moving across the room. What was he doing?
The bed dipped when he sat next to her. The coarse hair on his legs brushed hers before he sat back against the headboard. Sitting her up and pulling her into the vee of his thighs. Okay she didn’t know much about sex, but this was no way to get an orgasm.
He leaned her body forward, and she felt the soft velvet and satin of a mask as he tied it over her eyes. “No, I don’t think…”
“Shhh,” he scolded. “No thinking.” He whispered his words against her ears, and she turned her face to his lips to see his voice. “Your skin glows like ice sliding across honey. Where I’m from our honey is the deepest, richest, dark, golden brown, you can imagine. The bees fly from their hives to seek the sweetest most fragrant wildflowers and then steal its sweet sap to turn it into our delicious treasure. I want to nurse that sap from between your legs like a baby nursing on a teat. Sucking you dry until she can make no more. Your hair has the soft downy curls of a lamb just gaining its feet. I wanted to test those curls from the first time I saw them. Will they entangle themselves in my fingers? Resisting the pull of my grasp as I guide your hands to my pleasure. Or will they fall and surrender beneath my palm? Soothed into place and softened by my touch? So much to learn. So much to discover. Your mind is quick. Your wit is sharp, and your beauty astounds. But it is your strength and courage which fell me. Speechless. I walk to meet you on the battlefield, and I want to lay down my weapons like a gladiator of old when facing a worthy opponent.”
His words pierced her. And he said she was a liar? Meanwhile, he’d hidden the poet behind the killer… “But you don’t trust me.”
“No, not yet. My gut tells me you are holding something important back…”
“Sanyet…”
