“Please? I just want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” She peers up at me, her eyes wide, looking for acceptance. I lick my lips, knowing I’m going to tell her yes. It’s a losing fucking battle when it comes to telling her no.
“Fine.” I grit my teeth, scooting back up the mattress before lying down, with my hands behind my head. I feel her eyes move over me as she kneels beside me on the bed. She dips her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulls them down over my thighs. Once the fabric passes my cock, it springs free. Violet seems much surer of herself this time, and I want to tell her how sexy it is, how fucking happy I am that her perfect hands want to touch such a bad, fucked-up person like me.
Without any hesitation, she wraps her fingers around my swollen dick. A hiss escapes my lips, from the contact of her hand on my skin. She starts stroking me right away, up and down, up and down. I groan out in pleasure and she smiles at me, adding a little pressure. She’s working me over so well that I have to force my hands to stay behind my head. I want to fucking touch her everywhere.
Using her other hand, she stacks it on top of the other to cover more of my length.
I look at her through hooded eyes and watch her stroke me. Her cheeks and neck are flushed, and her eyes are filled with lust. She wasn’t lying. There’s no fucking doubt about it. She wants this, she wants me, and that excites me. It makes me want things I have no business wanting.
It makes me want her even more.
“Faster, Kitten,” I order, and she does. Her hands start moving faster, while she squeezes me more roughly than she had been before, and I’ll bet if I slipped a hand down between her thighs, I’d find her soaked with need, ready for every inch of my cock.
Thinking about her tightness and how fucking good it would feel to be inside of her is what drives me over the edge. I knew I wouldn't last long but fuck, I feel like a teenager again. She only stroked me for a few minutes and the tingling in my spine turns into an explosion of pleasure raging throughout my body. I squeeze my eyes shut and throw my head back against the headboard. She keeps stroking me through my orgasm, and I feel my warm thick cum shoot out and onto my stomach.
“Fuck…” I huff, my chest rising and falling like I just sprinted the fucking mile.
When I open my eyes again, she is still kneeling beside me with her hands in her lap and an actual smile on her face. Not a forced or fake one. No, this is a genuine smile, and I don’t fucking get it. How can she be so happy about doing something as mundane as beating me off?
I get up from the bed and clean myself off, pulling my boxers up in the process. When I come back to the bed, I rest my back against the headboard. She moves up toward me and leans in as if she wants to kiss me but is not sure if it’s okay to do. She should know by now how much I want her lips on mine. Grabbing her, I pull her close. Our lip crash together, and she snakes her arms around my neck, pulling me in even closer until there is no space between us at all.
She’s so perfect, and everything I can never have. I kiss her gently, like she’s going to break if I don’t and then I hold her in my arms. She starts to doze off, and I relish in the comfort of actually being able to hold her in my arms. I’ve held her in my arms before but never after something so domestic.
My eyes start to flutter closed, and I’m about to go to sleep when a loud knocking on my door has both of us on high alert. Immediately, Violet starts shaking. Her eyes are wild with fear and all I want to do is tell her that everything is going to be fine but even I know that’d be giving her a false sense of hope.
“Just a second,” I yell to whoever is on the other side of the door. Violet looks at me as if I can save her but I’m sure she knows better by now.
“Hide in there,” I whisper, pointing toward the small closet to the right of the room. She gets up, scurrying across the floor, her legs shaking. I get up as well and pull on a pair of flannel pjs. I wait until she’s hidden inside the closet before I walk to the front door. I undo the locks, grip the knob, and suck in a deep breath. I make sure all emotions are void from my face before I twist the knob and pull the door open.
“Ivan,” Yulie greets me, a sinister smile on his lips. Of course, he walks into my apartment without seeking permission, and I have no choice but to step aside and let him come in, that’s just how this world works. I shouldn’t have anything to hide, and I don’t, minus the tiny woman hiding in my bedroom closet. I grind my teeth together, clenching my jaw to stop myself from saying something that will definitely get me in fucking trouble.
I wouldn't be surprised if I end up breaking a tooth tonight.
“Yulie, I didn't know you made late-night house calls.” I joke, closing us inside.
“Well, there is a pressing matter that cannot wait until morning.”
“Is that so?” I lift a brow curiously. Certainly, if there was a real pressing issue, Rossi would have called me, right?
“Yes, I just moved the doctor visit up. He’ll be here first thing in the morning to check out all the girls.” I didn’t miss the way Yulie looked around the room, as if he was going to find something he shouldn’t. He wasn’t here just to tell me something... he was here to investigate.
“What’s the rush?” I fold my arms across my bare chest. In a fight, I’d have Yulie beat ten to one. The fucker was a toothpick, a twig I could snap in half in a second.
“I need a new plaything sooner than expected. Mine… seems to have broken. Poor thing was beautiful as hell. I guess I’m just too hard on them.” An evil smile spreads across his face, and I know exactly what he is saying. I force a smile, hoping he buys it.
“So that’s why I want this done tomorrow, so I can have a new toy… or two. I really hope number five will be available. I'd love to have her as my new pet. Luca told me she’s in need of breaking, and you know how good at that I am.”
My self-restraint is being tested like never before. My hands twitch with a carnal need to rip his heart out of his chest and shove it down his throat. He wants Violet. My Kitten. Mine. The word didn’t even exist in my mind before she came along, all I know is that I can’t let it happen. I know what he does to his girls and they never last longer than a few weeks… some only a few days.
When she goes to the auction, I can at least hold on to the illusion that it’s not going to be that bad for her. Maybe the guy will just be into control and not pain. Maybe she could actually have a decent life? I know it’s a long shot, but I can’t let myself think that there is no hope for her. I can’t let her go unless there is a sliver of a chance that she could come out of this dark world alive.
If Yulie takes her, there is no such hope. He will use her and break her in every way imaginable until there is nothing more to break. Violet will never survive a man like him.
“So, you woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me you moved up the doctor coming in to tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I thought you’d be excited, too. Maybe we can both take number five for a spin. I could see if I can get one of the men to make sure she’s used, before the check. Of course, we’d have to kill him afterward, but we don’t have to tell him that,” he snickers and slaps a hand on my back like we are old pals. All I want to do is smash his face against the wall.