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I may be a murderer, but I’m not delusional even if the actions of the last few hours have erred on the side of insane. Okay, yeah I kidnapped a man. But he witnessed me killing for the Bratva. The way I see it, I saved him the trip to his early grave. He should be thanking me, begging me to keep him locked away in this luxurious cabin where he can bake to his heart’s content. Instead, he keeps asking to return back toAni.
If I let him return home to her, the Bratva will only have him killed once they realize what he witnessed. Even if I refuse them, they’ll kill me then send someone else to do it.
White, hot rage surges through me at the thought of him with someone else. It’s in his best interest to never bringherup again. Each time he does, my patience for whatever relationship he has with the woman withers into smaller fragments. He’ll have to stop mentioning her before I completely lose it.
I head for the cabinet above my elaborate coffee setup and pull out two mugs, filling mine halfway with Stolis. Glancing over my shoulder, I give my hostage a once-over. Something tells me he doesn’t soothe his nerves with alcohol. While I make myself a hot coffee to mix with the vodka, I also steam some milk for him.
He remains frozen, staring at me intently while I prepare hot chocolate for him by dropping some of the cocoa powder into the milk. Then I hand him the cup, watching as he slowly takes a seat at the island. I remain standing across from him. His pupils are blown, body tense as he looks anywhere but directly into my eyes. He’s still skittish, unconvinced that he is safe with me.
“This cabin sits on 150 acres. You won’t come across civilization if you try to escape, so don’t.” I pause, bringing the mug to my lips.
A grin spreads across my face at the thought of chasing my little baker through the heavy treebanks. He’d be easy to find, the scent of his fear palpable, and the sound of his heavy breaths and whimpers would call to me. The hunt for my prey has always made me rock hard. Call me fucked up, but killing for a living for someone like me is like constantly popping a Viagra. I’m always rearing and ready to go after a blood spill. The messier it is, the more turned on I get. And the sight of Dimitri’s brains splattered against the wall of Noel’s bakery made my aching cock twitch beneath the thin fabric of my trousers.
“I’ll enjoy chasing you,malysh. And I’ll fuck you wherever I find you,” I tell him.
His eyes widen with the threat and he gulps down his hot chocolate. I watch the way his throat bobs, the way his body is still stiff, still on edge. Then, my gaze drifts lower until it reaches the bulge in his pants, and a sigh of relief escapes me.
He enjoyed the kiss too.
I wet my lips, the taste of his mouth still there. “The house is yours. My office is in the library. You’re free to roam about, but if I’m in there with the doors closed, you must come back later.”
He watches me intently as I round the island. I grab his hand and tug him from the chair. He doesn’t fight me despite how hard his heart pounds beneath the delicate layers of bone, muscle, and flesh. I could easily slice him open and take him apart, but the thought doesn’t appease me like it normally does.
Maybe I’m growing tired of torture and death. Or maybe somewhere buried deep beneath the monster I’m beginning to find my conscience again. Perhaps the goodness in me hasn’t completely died and it has only been in a deep, deep sleep.
I lead Noel toward the window in the living space. The fire beside us crackles. Olga knew I’d be coming here tonight after work. It’s why the fridge had been stocked, why the fire was lit when we came home. Her cabin is in the distance, toward the back of the property so it’s not easily seen from the road.
“That house is Olga’s. She manages the property and is the reason the house is so homey. In the morning I’ll introduce you. If you need anything at all, you’ll let her know. She’ll go into town tomorrow and get you clothes or whatever else you need,” I say.
I turn my attention back to the view outside. The mountainscape is always a soothing sight, but even more so at night when it’s illuminated by the moon and stars. The wheels in my mind begin to turn. I’ve never kidnapped someone before, so I’m not sure how exactly to handle this. It’s not possible to keep Noel locked up here forever. He’ll have to come out at some point.Once I’ve trained him to be compliant, and he’s not a flight risk.Faking his death is probably not the best way to go about this.
He’s mine, and I want the world to know it.I loved the way he struggled beneath me in the kitchen, and I plan to have him naked and writhing, begging for me to take his sweet mouth and ass. Oddly enough, the thought of him baking for me and feeding me makes me harder than granite.I need to come.
“My family. If I’m not at breakfast, they’ll know something is wrong. They’ll come looking for me.” Noel’s smooth voice breaks through my thoughts.
“They won’t find you.”
“Please,” he whispers. His arms fold over his chest, and he slumps over, closing in on himself.
The longing in his voice, the desperation, it tugs at my heart, and for once in my life I feelsomething. I don’t like the ache inside of me that comes with his sadness.
I sigh, already knowing this is a horrible decision, but nod anyway. “You’ll call them and tell them you’ve been seeing someone. That he picked you up and surprised you with a trip.”
“And if they ask about when I’ll be home?”
My teeth grind. When will he get it? He’s not going anywhere. “You are home,malysh. Stop saying that.”
“No,” he shakes his head. “Myhomeis in the Bronx with my mother, my brother, and my girl.”
Fuck Ani.“Enough,” I shout, slamming my fist against the window. “We’ll discuss this tomorrow.”
Noel jumps beside me, a strangled noise coming from his throat.Fuck, I’ve scared him.Tomorrow. I’ll fix this tomorrow. I’m too horny and tired to deal with this now. “I’ll show you to our room.”
He follows me upstairs and down the hall to my bedroom. I show him around the large space. The main closet is off to the right and leads into a spacious bathroom fit with a double vanity, a claw foot bathtub, and a walk-in shower. The shower is my favorite place in the entire home. It’s got an overhead rainfall showerhead, pebbled flooring, and double-paned glass windows that allow you to look over the mountainside.
“Whoa,” Noel whispers beside me, stepping inside. He walks up to the window and presses his hands to the glass. “This view is amazing.”
I step behind him, resting my chin on his shoulder. A low hum of desire escapes me, and I place my hands around his wrists, pinning him in place. “I’m going to fuck you like this.” I scrape my teeth around his neck.
