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“I was taught a lot of hard lessons by hard men at a young age,” she begins, pausing her caress as she releases a small laugh. “I didn’t appreciate most of them, still don’t. But there’s one thing I learned that remains true.”
Her eyes look up to mine, and I feel a flicker of something. Not fear but anticipation.
I want to push her. Want her to try to break me.
My cock strains to break free, clearly loving the image of a woman with a knife.
“Do you know what the one thing is that will break pretty much any man?” she asks, strolling up to me slowly. Once she’s in front of me, she gets to her knees and grins before reaching toward my pants. I feel my heart rate pick up as I realize what she intends, mind racing.
I may enjoy some knife play, but something tells me I don’t want this bitch anywhere near my junk with anything that sharp.
“You that interested in my dick,kotonyok?”
She tilts her head, her eyes on mine as I feel the tip of the blade meet my pants. My eyes narrow on her as she drags it down, tearing through the thin fabric easily. Her eyes drop as my dick comes free, reaching toward her. I’m about to make another comment, anything to keep her eyes on it rather than her knife, when I notice her mouth part just a touch. The tiny expressions on her face that she can’t hide well enough tell me exactly what I need to do.
Before she can do anything else, I push forward and claim her mouth with my own, a distraction as my tongue forces its way into her mouth. For a moment, she seems to simultaneously freeze and melt into it, the knife in her hand clanging to the floor beside me. I’m struck at how fucking soft she is before she pulls back, winding up to slap me across the face.
Her nostrils flare, her tongue darting out to probe her swollen lips. I chuckle at the equal panic and lust I see written on her face. Pressing my hips and my exposed erection toward her, I grin.
“I thought you wanted it,kuvra?” I taunt.
She practically scrambles up from her perch and all but darts from the room. Hmm.… Not quite the reaction I’d expected. I lick my own lips, savoring the bittersweet taste of her still on me. At least my dick is still intact.
My eyes dart down to the forgotten knife, and I smile.
Looks like it’s time to change the plan.
Chapter 18
Ginger
“These lips are onlyfor me, kuvra. Men will pay me well for the pleasure of your virgin pussy, but these are mine.”
His lips touch mine, and I have to bite back the gag from the smell of his breath, but I don’t move. I know the punishment for moving would be much worse than the repulsive kiss.
When he’s finished with me, I start boiling as many buckets of water as I can, eager to erase his touch from my skin. I hiss when the water touches me, scalding hot, just short of boiling.
“Galina!” Dmitri rushes in, pulling my arms toward him to inspect the damage. His light touch hovers over the burns before his eyes dart up to my face, taking in my bitten lip, and the bruise forming on my cheek. His eyebrows pull down, then he ushers me to the bucket, grabbing a cloth and dipping it in the water before bringing it up to clean my face. As soon as the first tear drops, his hand comes up and wipes it away.
“None of that,” he tells me matter of fact, “And no burning yourself either. Come on, I’ll help you get cleaned up.”
I sniff and nod, letting him take care of me.
“He said he was going to sell my pussy,” I whisper after a few moments. Dmitri freezes but doesn’t say anything. After a moment, he continues his ministrations.
I think he’s going to say something, reassure me it won’t happen, but he never does.
Vasily always gets what he wants, so if he wants my lips for himself and my pussy on the auction block, then that’s what will happen….
Father’s voiceand Dmitri’s runs through my head, overpowering the logic and reason I try to summon. My lips burn from Sin’s on mine, tingling at the memory. The man is rugged and unreformed. More edges on him than most of my blades. But his lips were so soft …
One hand absently scratches the burns on my arm as I all but jog down the hallway to my room, only stopping once the door locks behind me. Pressing my back to it, I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding as I try to calm my racing heart.
That’s the second time I’ve had to basically run from Sin, and I don’t like it. I’m giving too much of myself away, showing too much weakness. In this business, I haven’t had to worry about people trying to kiss me. Getting laid is easy enough, but I’ve never willingly let a man put his lips on mine. When I’ve had an itch, I’ve managed to find men easily, but it doesn’t happen often, especially these last few years. And none of them get my lips, my kisses. Not since….
“You know the punishment.”His face is solemn, set. My eyes widen.
“Please, Papa, it wasn’t his fault!” I beg him. It was only one kiss. A small token of thanks to the butcher’s boy for the extra bread. Father barks out a laugh and points a finger at me.
