Page 23 of We The Depraved

“I’m in your fucking house,” I growl.

He hands me a glass of water and I take it.

My throat feels sore and the water makes it feel a lot better. I drain the glass and then stare into it.

“Who was the man, Sage?”

“I don’t know,” I tell him and look up to catch him staring at me.

He laughs. “Goddamn it, Kitten. I want to help. I’ll kill him for touching you. No one is ever going to touch you again, I promise.”

I get a little triggered.

“You’re too late,” I sneer. “Men have thought they could take from me for a long time now.”

He swallows. “Yes, but the moment you become Mrs. Nikita Safaryan, all the sins are washed away. You’ll have it then, Kitten.”

The glass feels like a rock in my hands.

“I’ll have what, Niki?” I let his name roll off my lips.

“Fucking power,” he tells me. “A fucking army to do your bidding.”

“Again!” I yell tossing the glass in my hands and listening to it shatter against the wall behind his head. “Too fucking late.”

We stare at each other.

At first, I think he’s going to scream. He’s Russian and if he’s anything like Gio, his temper is unmatched. Instead he charges forward, and backs me up against a wall.

My body freezes and before I know it, he has his hands pinned above my head, his body pressing into my own.

I can feel it then, his hard on pressing into me as my body presses into the mattress.

Finally I work up some courage. “Going to rape me?”

He stares down at me. “I could but I’m not a rapist, Kitten. I’m not your father.”

I shut my eyes at the mention of that man. From the grave he still has some sort of power over me. I want it to go the hell away. I want Niki Safaryan to go away but unlike the man who helped give me life, Niki is alive and in the flesh.

His head ducks down beside me, and he whispers in my ear.

“No Kitten,” his words glide along my skin and I tingle in places that haven’t tingled in a long while. “You’re going to come to me. And when you do, I’m going to fuck you hard, and fast. We’ll both enjoy it.”

I want to knee him, but I can’t. My body is responding to his touch.

“So you stole my club?”

He stares down at me. “I stole nothing, Kitten. I bought what was for sale.”

Our eyes clash.

Of course, the sale had been done quietly and without noise.

We stare for long minutes. Slowly, he continues to grind into me, and I can feel him through my pants. What he has between his legs feels way bigger than the vibrator I use to get myself off.

Fucking huge, I think.

Thick….