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Damien laughed. “Well, we can get to that, but actually, it wasn’t my cock either. Plus, you’ve already seen that.”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind a reminder,” I said, reaching my hand so as to dig my fingers under his belt buckle. Isoloved that he wore a suit every day.
Damien gave me another kiss and then jumped off of the desk. He walked over the the bookshelf, where there was a set or Russian dolls standing next to each other. Damien tapped each one on the head once, from biggest to smallest, as if he were having an episode of OCD. But to my surprise, the wooden bookshelf swung open inward, creaking loudly as it did so. Damien turned back, looking at me with a pleased look on his face.
“Follow me, Nikolai. This is what I wanted to show you.”
My mouth ajar, I got up out of the seat and walked towards Damien and the secret passageway he’d opened. Inside was a small room, maybe 10 feet by 10 feet, with red velvet walls covered in what must have been 100 ancient, peeling photos. Another wall was covered in bookshelves, filled to the brim with old, dusty texts.
As I walked around and explored the room, I saw that some of the photos were of my mother as a child. I recognized her blond hair and freckles, that smile that was larger than life. I recognized Mr. Obolensky, the paternal grandfather I’d never met, sitting proudly in an oil painting that dominated one of the walls. Then I saw it—a photo of myself, much younger, maybe two or three years old, standing by my mother’s rose garden here at the manor. I had no recollection of ever being here, but here was the proof.
The other photos, all black and white, were filled with strangers.
“What is this place?” I asked Damien, who’d sat down on the small green leather sofa against the wall.
“It was originally built to be a safe room in case of an attack,” Damien said. “So that your grandfather could hide here in case the manor was infiltrated. But your father sometimes would just come here to think and be left alone. Every human needs that once in a while.”
“It’s funny that it’s only photos of my maternal side of the family in here,” I thought out loud. “And yet this is where my father came to sit and escape.”
“He was a good sport,” Damien replied. “He knew what he was getting himself into when he married your mother. He understood who she was and who her family was. It didn’t bother him one bit.”
I looked at the random ancestors in photos across the wall, some of them looking like peasants or potato farmers in the Soviet Union. I didn’t really know much about my lineage, but I surely was learning quickly now.
“Sit with me here, Nikolai,” Damien said, tapping his hand twice on the sofa seat next to him as if he were calling a dog over. I obeyed him like a dog too, sitting next to him.
“So we need to talk about Vladimir. I wish we didn’t have to deal with this, but I’m afraid it’s staring us right in the face.”
“Mhm,” I mumbled. I was too distracted by how fucking beautiful this man was. Those dark black eyes were irresistible as always. I was sure I was falling in love with him.
“Do you understand that you’re going to have to kill a man?”
“I do,” I replied. I hadn’t really given this too much thought, but it seemed simple to me.
He killed my parents. I would kill him.
“Taking someone’s life, even if that someone is evil, well, it changes you, Nikolai,” he said. “I just want you to be prepared for that. You’re not going to be shooting at a print out of a man. You’re going to be killing the man himself.”
“That’s fine,” I said. Truly, I didn’t feel bothered by it. This was in my blood, after all. All I could think about is how good the revenge would feel.
“Well, good, I guess…” Damien said, looking somewhat surprised. “So listen, this is what I think we should do. Vladimir may or may not know that we are here. We should make him certain that you are indeed at the manor and prepare for his attack. Once he knows for sure, he will certainly come and try to kill you once and for all. Vladimir doesn’t play fair, and so it would be best to make this happen on our own grounds. While you are the one who must actually kill him, you will have the rest of us to help you get there. And then, you can reclaim your throne in your own home. Do you agree, Pakha?”
“Sure,” I said. “How will we make sure he knows I’m here?”
“Igor knows some people with loose lips. He’ll make sure the information gets out.” “And then when will Vladimir come?”
“There’s no way for us to really know, but it won’t be long after he finds out. So, we need to be prepared.”
“I’m prepared,” I said. I knew we were talking about life and death, but I found the subject boring.
All I could think about was Damien. Naked. “Damien, I’m the boss, right?” “That’s right,” he said.
“So, enough of this conversation. Let’s move on to bigger and better things.” I dug my hand down his pants, wrapping my fingers around his huge cock and repositioning myself to sit on his lap.
Chapter 18
Damien
As Nikolai began to rub his whole body against mine, gyrating his ass on my lap, making my cock hard as a rocket in record time, I couldn’t help but think: does this kid really not care that his life could be in danger?
