Adrik

“Let her go. You don't know what that girl has been through,”

Abrosimov said as soon as the door closed behind Viktor.

My mind whirred at his words. She was resilient—too resilient. My stomach lurched at his words, but my face remained as hard as stone.

“I will never let her go,”

I said, but his words were still ringing in my ears.

What has she been through? Was it worse than what I put her through?

I wanted to ask him, but my pride wouldn't allow it.

“And when you tire of her? What will become of her?”

I thought of last night when we shared a bath. My Bunny sat on my lap while I washed her, and later, she fell asleep with my hands rubbing her back.

“Will you tire of your new bride?”

I asked him curiously.

His instant scowl and the fury in his eyes told me enough.

“Exactly,”

I said softly. “Would you like a drink before you go?”

We stared at one another, and I had to give it to the older man. He had some grit and was not the soft businessman I’d expected him to be. The only reason he was alive was because he called her sister. Watching my Bunny hug him had me gripping my desk so hard that I thought the wood beneath me would snap.

“I will take a drink if you have something decent,” he said.

I scoffed at him before walking to the table for the Beluga.

***

Long after he left, his words played on my mind. As the days went by, the irritating man’s words became a thorn in my side, and my suspicious nature drawing all kinds of scenarios. She never mentioned her family, her personal life, or much about her work, but neither did I. When I handled sensitive information about the Bratva, I ensured that she never saw it or that she participated in a meeting. I never talked about my personal life because I didn't have one.

“What’s wrong now?”

Viktor asked.

I felt better seeing the black eye I gave him in the ring. It had been a great way to vent after the Abrosimov fiasco.

“Didn't you get a new number?”

I asked when it vibrated again.

“I’m going to murder the person who did this. I will slice the skin off their bones. I will peel each layer off—”

“Okay. Okay. I get it,”

I said, interrupting him but hiding my smirk. I couldn't be sure, but I suspected Bunny had something to do with his predicament. “I’m going to get Pyotr to shadow Gavrill to replace Díma.”

He paused and rubbed his chin. “He would be a good fit,” he said.

Viktor never wanted to be responsible for leading captains and soldiers. Like me, he wasn't a people person.

“I need you to look into something for me. There was something that Abrosimov said to me about Bunny. Dig into her history the old-fashioned way,”

I said, but even saying the words aloud made my stomach churn, knowing I wouldn't like whatever he found.

“Do you think she is playing you?”

he asked with a frown.

I looked at him and wanted to give him another black eye.

“No, svoloch,”

I said. “Just do as I ask.” Bastard.

“Da, Pakhan. The Krolik has grown on me, too,”

he said with a grin before he turned to leave. “She fits right in.”

I smiled after he left because she was most likely the only woman who could fit into my world. My smile fell away because of the uneasiness that Abrosimov left behind. If she could fit into a world of monsters and not break like a normal human, it meant that monsters were not new to her. An irrational jealousy burned at the thought. I wanted to be the only demon to hold power over her and the only monster haunting her in her nightmares.

***

I spent days watching Bunny watch me. By the third day, she was off her period and in her gimp mask, kneeling on the floor beside my desk like a good pet. I reached down to pick up the chain that rested on her breasts. I lifted it with one finger to watch the clamps stretch her nipples, teasing them with the tension of the delicate chain until she hissed through clenched teeth. Her pussy was clamped as she knelt in position with her thighs spread open.

“What a puzzle you are, little Bunny,”

I said smoothly, dropping the chain to cup her soft breast. “Open.”

I stuck two fingers into her mouth, rubbing my fingers along her tongue before bending down to stick them into her clamped pussy. Her mouth was still open as she panted when I fingered her wet little cunt. I stuck my fingers back into her mouth, and she immediately began to lick my digits clean. When she was done, I rubbed my wet fingertips over her lips.

“Who broke you, Bunny?”

I whispered in her ear, touching her shoulder and feeling the tension in her as her muscles seized.

I could hear her brain whirring, and I didn't need to see her face to know. Viktor returned late last night, and I snuck away in the dead of night to get a full report.

“Who ruined you before I could, hmm?”

I said with unadulterated bloodlust.

I felt her shiver beneath my hand.

“Tell me, Bunny,”

I said, rubbing my hand down her spine before bringing it back up to rest on the base of her skull.

It wasn’t fair of me to remind her of what she thought was a bomb implanted in her, but this is who I am.

“My family,”

she whispered so low that I bent down to catch her words.

“And what did you do about it, Bunny?”

“I ran,”

she said in a broken whisper, crying beneath her mask.

I clenched my teeth together before hoisting her by her arms. Once she stood up, I pulled her onto my lap until her white bunny tail was puffed up against my black trousers.

“What age were you when he started to come into your room?”

I asked, holding her tightly against my chest.

Her entire body went rigid before tremors ran through her until I could feel her shake. I gently tugged on the clamps, stretching her nipples, and when she hissed in pain, it was followed by a sigh of relief.

“Good, Bunny. I will give you what you need once you tell me,”

I crooned before lightly kissing her shoulder.

“Nine,”

she said, leaning into me.

“Why didn’t the cell break you?”

I asked the question that plagued me while prying her thigh apart, but she spread her legs for me.

She paused, either to compose herself or she was waiting for me to touch her.

“Bunny?”

She blew out a puff of air.

“My aunt kept me locked in the shed. There were no lights,”

she said tightly.

“Did you kill them before you left, Bunny?”

I asked, knowing the answer before she shook her head. “Why not?”

“I was too scared. I-I just wanted to leave,”

she said but this time there was anger in her voice.

I slid my hand down to find her clit, rubbing it gently, rewarding her for her honesty. She started to grind her ass on my cock.

“You don’t need to kill anyone, Bunny. That’s what I’m here for,”

I growled against her hair, gripping her clit between my thumb and fingers. “Because I’m your only monster.”

I pinched her clit, hard, and I listened to her cry in twisted pleasure. I refused to let anyone else give her what she needed.

She was my broken bunny.