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“Where. Is. She.” Applying more pressure to her trachea, I wait, uncaring and unmoved by her inability to draw a replenishing breath.
“Dez, what are you doing?” My eyes close as the dulcet voice washes over me like a balm. Releasing Liliya’s tormentor, I turn as she drops to her hands and knees, coughing and wheezing.
As my eyes scan over Liliya’s slight frame, blind fury infuses me as I let out a shout laced with venom. “No, you don’t,” Vasyl says, restraining me when I lunge for the girl on the ground, her friends backing away.
“I’ll come for you,” I lash out as I’m being dragged away. Every sob from Liliya only makes me more unhinged.
Immediately after tossing me into the back of the car, Vasyl shoves my soon-to-be bride into my arms before I can spring back out of the car and chase those little witches down.
“Please stay with me, Dez.” Her near-silent plea forces my arms around her as Vasyl begins the drive home, raising the privacy screen between him and us.
Cupping the back of her head, I hold Liliya tight to me, needing to feel as much of her as possible, to know she’s alright and here with me. I stay silent the entire way, as well as when I carry her into the chaos of the estate we will spend our lives in and up the stairs to our suite. She remains mute when I walk straight into the bathroom and place her on the bench at her vanity.
Turning the bath water on, I sprinkle in some citrus oil I know she likes and begin stripping off my clothes before helping her out of hers. She hasn’t cried, hasn’t said a word, and won’t look at me.
The pig blood in her hair says everything I need to know. Stepping into the shower, I rinse her hair quickly before picking her up in my arms and sitting with her in the tub. The heated water envelops us, and as her legs spread to rest on either side of my hips, we share a groan of pleasure as my rock-hard erection presses up against her virgin pussy.
Cursing in my head, I try to recall my first kill so I don’t act on impulse and claim Liliya here and now while she’s traumatized once again. “Malen’ka ptashka, I’m trying to be patient, trying not to take advantage, but if you keep rubbing on me, then I just might break.”
“I hate it there.” There’s that voice. Her finger traces her name carved in my belly.
“You’ll never go back.”
Vasyl prompted me to see what I’d been missing by allowing her to continue to attend that school. Now that I know how terrible it is for her there, I can fix things. I can make life easier for her by getting her the education she needs in our home, where she’s safe and comfortable.
“Promise?” She finally gives me her eyes.
Clasping her neck, I tilt her head up farther so I can see all of her. “I swear on my fucking life, you will never do or go anywhere you don’t want to. I’ll never let anyone harm you again.” Slanting my lips over hers, I kiss her like I’ve wanted to since I laid eyes on her.
Devouring Liliya, I soak up her delicate moans, groan when her tongue reaches out to touch mine gently, and when I can’t take it anymore, when my heart pounds so loudly I feel it in my ears, I tilt her head back to get as deep as possible inside her mouth. My tongue touches every crevice, licking up her innocence, pushing down on her pleasure so it becomes my own.
Her fingers spear through my hair, tugging the strands until it stings. Her hips push into me, riding my rigid length with her eager pussy, and all I want to do is sink inside of her, but I swore to Nadia I would wait until our wedding night. Disappointing my adoptive mother isn’t high on my priority list.
Slowing the kiss down, I draw back with a frustrated growl. I’ve never experienced desire or lust before Liliya. I had no interest in women until that fateful day when I spotted her crying on her way home. Now, being inside of her, connecting with the one woman who I would live, kill, and die for is all I seem to think about.
Tugging her hair so she must look up at me, even through her hooded eyes, and drunk on lust, I explain, “When I kept you for myself, I didn’t think beyond the moment. I wanted to make you mine, and so I did. Without thought to what you wanted or the consequences of allowing you to continue with things from your old life.”
She licks her lips, some of the lust clearing from her sparkling eyes as she waits on me to finish.
“I should have asked you what you wanted, but all that mattered at the time was whatIwanted. I’m selfish. I don’t always understand social cues; I don’t like compromise. And I expect the world to continue to kick me when I’m down.” I’ve never been so open with anyone before, and I don’t particularly like how vulnerable it makes me feel.
“What are you saying, Dez?” Her tender hands rub soothingly up and down my chest.
“You are mine, Liliya; there’s no changing the course of what I’ve started. I’ve tasted you now, you’ve branded me on your flesh. We are getting married. I will be your husband, your protector, your everything, and you’ll be mine.” Leaning forward, I need to taste her again. She opens for me immediately. My tongue sweeps through her mouth, absorbing more of her than I deserve. “Your life is changing for the better, I hope. What I’m saying is that you aren’t returning to that school. Ever again. You can learn at home, drop out, go somewhere else. I don’t care. But whatever you choose, I will vigorously and embarrassingly complete a full background check and employ security for whenever you leave this house.” Her eyes widen with surprise. “I can’t carry on with my day if I don’t believe I’ve done everything possible to ensure your safety.”
Tears drop from her eyes, and I begin to panic as she shakes her head. “No one has cared enough about me to check on my well-being, let alone ensure I’m safe when I leave home.”
Dragging her to my chest, I hold her tight in an attempt to simmer my rage.That’ll never happen.I’m constantly fucking angry, but she doesn’t need to see that all the time.
TWELVE
LILIYA
Watching Dez sleep, I know everyone else in the house is as well. He makes me feel things… Emotions I’ve never explored before, and after what happened at school, I don’t want to go back. It was never a place I enjoyed to begin with, but knowing what I do now, I’d rather die than walk those halls again.
Dez asked about my day many times while washing me in the bathtub, but I hadn’t given many details because I knew what would have happened. Whatwillhappen when he finds out.
They’ll all die.
