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“I still wouldn’t give you my dick,” I continued softly. “No, I would start with a finger, perhaps two, to get you going. I know how much you love riding my fingers. Remember when I had you come in the car, with just my digits plowing into your pussy? How you rode them to get off. It was right after you had sucked my dick for ages, gagging on its head every time the car hit a bump. I’m not sorry to admit that I’d asked the driver to take a detour on a particularly rough road.”
She scoffed at that, and I grinned. Yeah, that had been a car ride to remember.
“I bought you a toy,” I declared, taking my fantasy a bit further. “Some call it an elephant plug because it’s so big. I can’t wait to use it on you.”
Katya turned onto her back, her hands turned into fists. Still, she didn’t make a move to touch me, even if it were only to hit me. Pity. I had known she wouldn’t knuckle under this fast though. In a way, it made the game more fun. Which was a novel feeling. I didn’t particularly enjoy doing many things, but butting heads with Katya in a power of wills was certainly fun.
I didn’t exactly play fair in normal circumstances, but all was fair in love and war.
“I bet you are dripping wet,” I whispered.
Her chest heaved, and I noticed her nipples poked through the silk covering her chest. I wanted to suckle them, bite them, and make her yelp in pain, before I went on to give her immense pleasure. I’d never been this hard in my life. Frustrated, I gave up on my erotic fantasy, and decided to change it up with a safer conversation. One that wouldn’t want me to fuck my own damn hand while lying right next to my wife.
This time when I spoke, it was purely for her benefit. We both needed to cool down, or it was going to be an excruciatingly long and hard night.
“You don’t need to say anything, my Ekaterina, I can speak for the both of us. As long as you listen, I will always give you my voice. There once was a king…”
4.
KATYA
I was married to a sexual deviant, who lived to torture my body with his sexy voice. Last night had been agonizing, my heart and mind warring with my body, which just wanted to give in to Kristoff. I wanted him to grab me, turn me onto my stomach and plow into me while my cries were muffled by the pillow. Sadly, my mangled heart wouldn’t let me succumb. It didn’t last night, and it still didn’t this morning, as I woke up in an empty bed.
Kristoff’s admission that he would have handed me over to Sokolov still chafed. I needed to get away from him, from this place. I couldn’t breathe properly. I looked around my room, trying to think of what to take with me. Meanwhile, a voice inside my head boomed that I was making a mistake, that I should slow down and think before I fled a place that had been my home for the past four years.
Except, I was nothing more to him than a vow, a promise to my dead mother that he would take care of me. He had even married me only because, no matter how much of a cruel bastard he could be, he lived by a code. Apparently, something Aslanov didn’t abide by, with the killing of babies in cribs and all.
I lay down on the bed, feeling sick once more as I thought about the monster whose blood ran through my veins. Part of me hoped it was a mistake, that people who killed babies didn’t really exist, let alone be a relation of mine.
Whatever Kristoff’s motivation had been, to keep his vow or perhaps to get a handle on my supposed inheritance, didn’t matter. Fact was, he’d made me believe he had feelings for me, and then forced my hand by blackmailing me into this union. What he didn’t know was that I had made a vow as well,to myself. I swore that after chemo, I would never be bound to a place again. My choices, my body, would be my own. I would have married him willingly, eventually, because despite everything I still loved him. I just wanted a man who loved me back, or at least had very strong, warm-fuzzy feelings toward me. Life was too short to settle for anything less.
I got out of bed and grabbed my getaway duffel bag. I checked the bag for my passport, phone, and some cash. I couldn’t use a credit card, since that would be too easy to trace. Waiting for Onyx to get back to me was no longer an option. I couldn’t stay here any longer.
At nightfall, I grabbed my phone and made a call to the one person I could think who might help me out on such short notice.
She answered on the first ring, clearly expecting my call.
“Katya. I was just thinking of you.” Elena sounded worried, and it warmed my heart.
Which made me feel even worse for what I was about to ask her.
“I need your help. I’m so sorry to ask a favor of you, but right now you’re all I’ve got.”
“I’m here for you, no questions asked.” Elena sounded grim. “Though I can guess what you’re about to ask.”
I nodded to the phone even though she couldn’t see me. “Please get me out of here.”
Elena arrived within the hour. I waited for her in the backyard and tried to look inconspicuous as she parked inside the garage. After a few minutes she joined me on the veranda.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, knowing Kristoff’s wrath would fall on her head if he discovered she’d aided me.
She tapped a finger against her cheek. “Let me see. Do I want to help you leave the asshole who shot my husband so he could coerce you into marrying him?”
The sarcasm was so thick, I’d need an ax to cut through it.
“Fair point.”
From there on, it was surprisingly easy to get into Elena’s trunk and leave the mansion. As expected, no one questioned her, let alone looked in her car, since it was also Viking’s car. I couldn’t have thought of a better getaway driver.
