Page 56 of Soldier of Death


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“Do you need dinner?”

“I ate at the restaurant.” I go upstairs. Once in my room, I shed my clothes and hop in the shower to wash away the day. With my head under the spray, I hope to clear out the tangled mess Elena has made of my mind. It’s time to get back to my mission. I need to stop fucking around.

I grab the soap and wash, and the memory of Elena stepping out of the shower… this shower… returns. Her skin is wet and soft and warm. My cock immediately responds. Fucking hell.

I continue to clean up, hoping that by ignoring my dick, he’ll settle down. But of course, he doesn’t. Pissed off, I grip him hard, nearly painfully. I imagine Elena in my office at the compound. She’s accusing me of being inept, but this time, I don’t stand there and take it. This time, I teach her a lesson.

I strip her bare and bend her over my desk, her sexy heart-shaped ass exposed. I spank her hard. She lets out a sound that’s between a yelp and mewl. My handprint is red against her ass. My cock hardens even more.

“You think you can disrespect me and not pay?” I hiss in her ear.

“No.”

“Damn right.” I drive my dick into her from behind with such force my desk shifts. She cries out. “Don’t think that because I’ve been nice that I’ll put up with your mouth.”

At the thought of her mouth, I withdraw and push her to her knees. “Here’s your penance.” I thrust forward, my cock disappearing into her mouth. She looks up at me with those large, dark eyes of hers. She’s taking her punishment, and yet I still see a fire of defiance. It makes me hotter, harder, and soon, I’m stroking my dick like a teenage boy who is discovering masturbation for the first time. The tension in my balls coils, and with another stroke, I coat the shower tiles with my cum.

I press both my hands against the stall wall, catching my breath. As my world rights again, I realize I don’t feel better. I don’t feel vindicated. I feel empty and like a fucking fool. It’s at that moment that I realize Elena is going to be my undoing.

21

ELENA

“Let’s go back upstairs.” Lucia leads me up to my room.

I’m feeling a little numb. I know Niko is angry at me. To be honest, I don’t know what came over me. I know better than to talk to him like that. I should be grateful he hasn’t sent Donovan in to kill me. Doing so could easily fit into his need for revenge. Not that my father or Romeo would care if I were dead.

“Is everything okay?” Rosa asks as we enter my room. “Can I get you anything?”

“No. Thank you.”

When she leaves, I flop back on the bed.

Lucia sits next to me. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“About what?” God, I’m so tired.

“You’re pregnant. God, Elena.” She looks at me. “Are you okay? What are you planning?”

I let out a nervous laugh. “I don’t know.”

“Is it Niko’s?”

I frown. Why does everyone ask that? Who else would I have been with? “Yes.”

“Fucking bastard. I wonder if Luca would kill him?—”

“It’s not like that.”

She stares at me like she’s trying to read my mind. “What is going on with you two?”

I suppose now is the time to come clean and tell her everything. “I sold myself to him.”

Her brows shoot up. “What?”

I explain the auction and how I planned to use the money to escape but how our father had found it.

She gapes. “I don’t even know what to say.”

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