Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
I unlock the door and turn to shut it on him. “Well, thank you.”
He jams his foot to stop the door from closing. “You’re not staying here.”
“Where do you expect me to go? This is where I live.”
“I don’t like this neighborhood. It’s rough, and there are some dangerous types hanging around here.”
I smile smugly. “I know. One of them is trying to get into my apartment as we speak.”
“Get what you need, and I’ll get the rest later. You’re coming home with me.”
The fuck I am. Who does this guy think he is? “Just because I fucked you doesn’t mean you get to tell me what to do.”
His blue eyes blaze as he uses the force of his body to push me back and enters my apartment. His hand disappears behind him, and I hear the lock click into place.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I won’t tell you again, Mouse. Pack your shit, and let's go.” He unbuttons his suit jacket, and a shiny gun in a holster is attached to the side of his right hip. “Pack your shit.”
Something in my broken brain demands I find out what will happen if I reject Mikhail’s demand. “No.”
In a blink of an eye, his forearm is against my throat, my back is to the wall, and his gun is pointed directly at my pussy. “What are you doing?”
“You seem to think I don’t get what I want. You saw what I did in the woods, didn’t you? How easily I killed a man and walked away with no remorse. I’m used to getting what I want, Mouse. So pack your shit.” He glides the barrel along my pussy, pressing the tip right onto my clit. “You want to play Russian roulette, Mouse? I could make you cum with this gun. Fuck your pussy with it.”
“You’re certifiable.”
“Yes, Mouse, we’ve already established I’m crazy. So if you don’t want a loaded gun up your wet cunt, pack a fucking bag.”
I should say no. I should fight. But God help me, this man has awakened something, and I don’t want to let it go.
He cocks the gun, and I jump. “What’s it going to be, Mouse?”
Chapter Nine
Mikhail
She probably thinks I’m a fucking rapist and kidnapper. Technically, I didn’t rape her. It was coercion, and I would have backed off if she’d said no. There’s no way I’d hurt a fucking hair on her head in anger or frustration. She said she needs to be scared to come, and I’m going to give her that.
There’s something about being able to be my true fucked up self with her that’s beyond liberating. The girl sings to my deranged soul, and there’s no way I’m letting her go. Meeting the little mouse is like someone setting me free from the bars holding me captive most of my life.
Maybe I wouldn’t be like this had my life not been fucked up. I trained to be a killer before I even kissed a girl. My most impressionable years were drenched in blood, murder, and cruelty.
Growing up without a loving mother or father, my only role model was a ruthless criminal who didn’t even love his own flesh and blood. To Sergei Fedorov, those around him were pawns and foot soldiers used to advance his position of power and persuasion. I was fine with living a life without comfort or joy, but then this little mouse, with her sweet face and smart mouth, caught my eye, and now everything is fucked up and confusing.
She hasn’t said a thing since we left her apartment. Usually, I don’t mind silence. I prefer it, but I don’t like that the little mouse won’t talk to me. I guess I can’t blame her. I did tell the girl I’d put a bullet in her cunt if she didn’t come with me. She doesn’t know I wouldn’t do it. How could she know? All I’ve done from the moment I saw her is be a psychotic dick. She probably thinks I’m a raging lunatic.
I push the pasta across the island to her. “It’s pretty good. I’ve got a chef who comes by twice a week and stocks the fridge.”
She pushes the food on her plate with her fork, her eyes cast down.
“I’m not going to bite you.”
Her head shoots up, and she lifts one eyebrow.
I raise my hands and chuckle. “Okay, I’m not going to bite you at this moment. Eat. And drink your water. You need to stay hydrated after what happened today, and you need some food in you. I don’t want you to get sick.”
“You’re concerned with my water consumption after you threatened to kill me with a loaded gun?”
“Correction. I threatened to fuck your pussy with a loaded gun.”
She pushes her food aside and stands, moving around the table and stopping between my parted legs. Her hands move through my hair in a gentle manner. She trails her hands down my neck and around the edge of my mask. I allow her to explore, but as her fingers move past the edges to remove my mask, my hands shoot up to grasp hers.