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He did as he was ordered, turning to face us, giving a nod of respect. “I’m sorry, Alexei.”
“It doesn’t matter why you did this, Yuri. Enjoy your time in hell.” Alexei turned toward me, blinking only once.
He knew how much I enjoyed perfecting my knife skills, providing food for the fish.
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Candy
Shifting, I finally opened my eyes, almost immediately jerking to a sitting position. There was too much light in the room. Still fuzzy, I struggled to pull myself into the moment. Then a swell of emotions as well as dancing vibrations drifted all the way down to my toes. The night with Kirill had been… amazing.
Not just the passion, although there’d been several mind-blowing orgasms. The entire night had been a beautiful foray into filth and truth. As I pulled the sheets against my naked body, I took a deep breath, still able to gather an incredible whiff of our sex. Even before turning my head, I knew he’d left me alone in his bed. His bed! I thumped down against the pillows, still dreamy.
Being in the theater had been a dream come true, even though I wasn’t on the stage, singing or performing. His surprise had meant more to me than I’d told him. I pressed my hand across my mouth, giggling like some stupid kid. I’d seen yet another side of him. How many more existed?
After a few seconds, I tossed back the covers, enjoying the ache and wetness in my pussy. Good God, the man had ravaged me for hours. Just forcing myself to press my feet to the floor was a feat. I stared at his closet, unable to keep a smile from crossing my face. With purpose in mind, I headed toward the doors, swinging them open, justifying what I was about to do.
I had no robe, at least inside the room. I had to wear something to roam the house. Right? I rolled my eyes, taking my time in selecting one of his long-sleeved shirts. The crisp cotton felt delicious against my skin. I took a few seconds, rolling the sleeves to my elbows, finally taking a look in the mirror.
I looked like a chick who’d been fucked hard and put away… wet inside at least. The stupid giggle remained as I took long strides toward the door.
The quiet in the hallway was almost unnerving. He wasn’t like me, who needed music. Kirill enjoyed the quiet. I had a feeling the silence was necessary to keep his anger from breaching the surface.
As I headed downstairs, I thought about what he’d told me about his family. How awful. How tragic. The horrible moment had defined him; however, he wasn’t a man who didn’t deserve love.
Love.
What was I thinking?
I couldn’t possibly have fallen in love with such a brutal man. Maybe I was just lying to myself. He was rough and tough, yet capable of being gentle when necessary, gorgeous to a fault. Damn it. I wanted to be with him. Did it really matter what he did for a living?
As soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could swear I felt him close by. A swell of emotions, including joy flooded me. I scurried into the various rooms, scowling when I couldn’t find him.
Then a light caught my attention. I found myself skipping toward it, slowing only when I was close. I ran my fingers through my hair before moving to the doorway.
I was no fool. I’d understood that in his profession, he was responsible for killing people. He’d made certain I was completely aware that he was a bad man who did terrible things, but seeing his face and neck covered in blood was gut-wrenching. It also managed to stop time from moving forward.
He stood in front of the mirror, wiping his face. His shirt, his bloody shirt had been dumped in the sink, but it was the sight of his stoic reflection that chilled me to my core.
As he shifted his gaze in my direction, I couldn’t move, paralyzed other than the hard thumping of my heart. He continued wiping his face as he stared at me, his chest rising and falling evenly, content with whatever horror he’d inflicted.
In those seconds that seemed like forever, I was forced to face exactly what he was, and the ugly realization wasn’t one I could forget or forgive.
He wasn’t just a monster.
He was a coldblooded killer who enjoyed exacting revenge. There was no reason for me to walk inside, no point in confronting him or saying anything. I couldn’t change things. There was no chance he’d become a different man, no matter how much I wanted to believe he could.
This wasn’t a beautiful love story. This was nothing more than a moment in time.
I caught a glimpse of my reflection, my skin pale and my eyes open wide. I couldn’t hide my look of horror as trickles of blood slid into the drain.
Sinner.
Killer.
Monster.
The three words should be all I needed in order to find the courage to run as far away as possible, although he was never going to allow me to leave. I’d be locked in the nightmare forever.
