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Take care of me!
I want to shout all of this at him, but speech is still impossible for me. And so is getting up and going after him since my muscles have turned into jelly.
He doesn’t go far though, because another man comes to meet him. My eyes meet his and the violence and incomprehension in his stare freeze me on the spot.
Aaron Williams.
Jamie’s brother.
The man who freed me from the Volkov brothers is standing in front of me, looking at me with a disappointment one could not express with words.
He made me one promise when he drove me out of the compound. That he would never see me again. Because he was going back and made me swear I would never.
“Williams,” Lik nods at him, but Aaron doesn’t even stop to acknowledge him. He tries to get past him, making his way to me.
Lik puts a hand on his chest, stopping him right away.
“Rose,” Aaron calls a little too harshly.
My confused brain shakes my body. It’s not even the embarrassment. It’s the fact that I’m slowly understanding Lik and Sam’s plan and that despite trying to put myself between the two, Lik still follows his boyfriend’s orders.
Aaron Williams is a Wolf who rarely comes near Stoneview, the fear of bumping into his mother and his sister keeping him far. When he does, he stays hidden at Vue Club. He’s close to Viktor Volkov, the brother who rules them all.
Aaron is the only link between the compound and Vue. He is the only one who makes the trip, the only one who knows the way, the only one who goes back to Viktor after spending time here. And when Lik slams the envelope with my note and necklace against Aaron’s chest, I know he will lead him and Sam straight to the Volkov brothers.
“You want to talk to her, you go through me,” Lik growls at him. “All she has to say is in here.”
Aaron grabs the envelope, his puzzled stare not leaving mine. “Don’t get all heart-shaped eyes, pretty boy. It’s for your boss, not for you.” Lik’s words might sound light, but his voice gives every reason to listen to him.
“Get her out of here,” Aaron hisses at Lik, his gaze flicking to him then back to me. “I didn’t risk my life for someone to bring her right back into the wolf’s den.”
I don’t miss the double entendre.
A sharp nod from Lik, and Aaron is gone, shoving the envelope in his suit pocket. And just like that, I let Lik seal the Volkov brothers’ fate because he found a weakness in me I thought I’d never give into.
The shaking worsens, the cold seeping through my skin and settling against my bones. My heart pumps, but no blood rushes through. I’m still on the floor, resting with my knees slightly parted and my thighs against the floor like those helpless girls in manga and Anime. My hands are resting on the floor beside me. My eyelids drop, my muscles aching.
A sob constricts my chest, and for the first time in a long while, I feel like I’m going to cry, the sensation estranged to me. My attempt to take a deep breath takes Lik’s attention away from Aaron’s retreating form. He hurries to me and picks me up in his arms, my legs dangling and my head against his chest.
“I got you, princess.”
In the back of my mind, a tiny voice is fighting. Shouting.
Fuck you, I got myself. I always got myself!
But it’s drowned out by the warmth of his body, by the feeling of completion I get when I hear his heartbeat against my ear and it kicks mine back into working.
When Lik puts me down in the passenger seat of Sam’s car, he’s wrapped me in the trench coat. A minute ago he also took off all the leather, and I watched with drooping eyelids that the chain on his waistcoat leads to the key that was locking the harnesses into place.
I was afraid I would fall asleep before he even got in the car. But now that he’s reached his seat next to me and I’m curled up on mine, he massages my arms, my shoulders. His actions tell me Lik is back, but his black eyes, still attempting to fire my skin, hint that Kill isn’t truly gone yet. His fingers skim my collarbone and chest, massaging into the skin that bears the redness of the tight leather binds.
The trembling has stopped, his hands are so warm. The coat is on my shoulders, but it opens every time his hand goes a little further down. When he reaches the hem of the thong, I push my hips up.
“Princess,” he chuckles. “You’re recovering.” At my shaking head, his fingers hook the lace. His brows furrow slightly, like he didn’t control the gesture. “You’re dropping,” he insists, convincing himself rather than me.
We’re not in the club anymore, but I still can’t find my words. I haven’t since the moment he put the gag in my mouth earlier. My gesture is languorous when I grab his wrist and push him lower. His palm slides against my mound, his fingers past my wet lips, and I guide him until his middle finger touches my entrance.
“Fuck,” he lets out in a breathless hiss.
