Page 60 of Cruel Russian King

I shifted and planted my feet on the ground and looked back.

“I trust that you slept well?”

“Why were you sleeping in the bed…next to me?” she asked, a quiver in her voice.

My voice hardened. “You mean why was I sleeping on my matrimonial bed with my wife?”

“Did you put something in my tea? Did we have sex?”

I rose to my feet and turned glaring at her.

“I've done many things in my life, Ninel, but I've never forced myself on a woman,” I sneered. “And if I did fuck you, you'd know.”

Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I snapped. “You'll spend the day with Kira.”

Without another word, I grabbed a few outfits and accessories. I made my way to my office and slammed the door behind me.

“Fuck!” I yelled as I swiped some of the papers from the desk to the floor.

Was Ninel really that repulsed by me that she'd wake up in my arms and then scrambled to the other side of the bed then accuse me of touching her without fucking consent? Did she really take me for a monster?

Finally! You've done something right my boy! That's exactly how she should look at you as the monster that you are! You don't get to live the life that you do and get away Scott-free.

I shot off a message to Kira as I made my way to the bathroom in my office. Twenty minutes later when Kira arrived it was six in the morning. As soon as she walked in, I didn't even greet her. I just left.

Throughout the day I tried to push Ninel out of my mind. But, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't.

Had she thrown up? Was she eating? Could I change so she wouldn't look at me the way she did this morning?

…Did what we shared in my car weeks ago, mean anything to her?

Her moaning my name, squeezing my cock so tight when she came I felt as though she was snatching my soul.

I had my share of women, and none had ever been as inexperienced as Ninel.

Maybe that's why I was drawn to her now more than ever. Or maybe it's because she begged for the pain that created that erotic pleasure. The same pain that I craved. I wanted to be in her, see her writhing below me.

But, the more I thought about her the angrier I became.

And over the next few days, I thought the best thing to do was just to stay away from her. I allowed Kira to stay over and be with Ninel.

With us now being constantly hit, things were hectic and we needed more allies and business deals. Lev and the others kept trying to call but I ignored them.

Instead of speaking to Kira about how Ninel was, I asked Ruslan who still had access to the inside of the house as well as the chef.

Ninel hardly left the room any more. When she did Kira would usually help her. Smells continued to bother her, so Kira would usually eat in the kitchen and just take up fruits and crackers to Ninel, and no matter where she was she'd curl up and fall asleep.

Something wasn't adding up..

The throwing up

The tiredness

The smells

The weakness

Fucking hell!