“I guess I’m not that much in need.” I shrug. “I’ll make sure everything is running smoothly tomorrow, and I’ll let you know which girls are available as soon as the doctor tells me.” I already know which one won’t be.
“All right, you have a good night then... or what’s left of it.” I walk him over to the door and open it for him. The asshole can’t leave my place quick enough.
“We’ll talk tomorrow then. Don’t let me wait too long, Ivan.”
“Of course, enjoy the rest of your night as well.”
I shut the door behind him and lock the deadbolt into place. I walk back to the bedroom, wondering if Violet heard any of our conversation. As soon as I pull the closet door open and see her huddled up in the farthest corner, I know for a fact she heard at least some of it. She is making herself as small as she can with her arms wrapped around her. Light filters into the closet, and the look in her eyes reminds me of a feral cat.
“He is gone. Come here.” I kneel and hold my arms out to her. She unfolds herself and scurries across the floor on her hands and knees, taking my hands. When I help her up, she looks around the room nervously.
“I won’t let him hurt you. He won’t touch you. Not unless he wants to die.” I have no fucking clue where the words come from or how I’m going to stop him, but he won't touch her. I’ll die before I let him get to her.
She steps closer and throws her arms around me. I let my own arms wrap around her body and pull her to my chest. My heated blood calms at the sound of her steady heartbeat. I pick her up and move her to the bed. Then I shut the lights off and climb into bed, pulling her close to my chest. This all feels normal, like we’re a normal couple, but it’s all too good to be true.
“I wish everyone here was like you,” she murmurs into my neck. I can hear her inhaling my scent. I calm her just as she calms me. We’re so wrong for each other, and yet so right.
“I’m not a good man, but if there’s is one good thing I’ll do in this life, it’s going to be for you.”
Violet doesn’t respond and eventually, I hear her breathing even out. I pull the comforter up and over us.
“If I could keep you, Kitten, I would. I’d keep you forever,” I whisper into the nothingness, wishing more than anything I was a better man, and that she had never been brought here.
9
Violet
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When I wake up, the sun is just coming up, filling the room with dim light. Ivan still has me pulled into his chest with his arm wrapped around my middle in an iron grip. I could stay like this forever... safe and secure in his embrace. I feel like as long as I’m with him, nothing can hurt me. I know it’s only an illusion. He can’t protect me from what’s to come. Nevertheless, I like to hold on to that illusion as long as I can.
As is if he can sense that I’m awake, he stirs behind me, bringing his face close to my neck, inhaling me. When he breathes out, the air tickles my skin, releasing a set of shivers to run down my spine. As soon as I move, I feel his erection press into my ass.
He starts kissing my neck and the hand that was sprawled out against my stomach moves lower. My breath hitches when his fingers slip beneath the waistband of my panties. He finds my clit with ease and with skilled fingers, he starts to move in small circular motions. I can feel myself growing wetter and wetter with each stroke of his finger.
“I want to taste you,” Ivan murmurs sleepily into my hair. Taste me?
“I want to have you for breakfast.”
“Okay,” I whisper without knowing exactly what he is talking about.
He pulls his hand out of my panties and grips onto the fabric at my hips, pulling them down in one swift movement. Moving away from behind, he makes me lie on my back so he can position himself in front of me.
He nudges my legs open, and I gladly let them fall apart. Kneeling in front of me, his eyes roam over my body like I’m some kind of priceless treasure. The need mixed with adoration I see in his gaze squeezes my heart tightly. Why can’t it always be like this? I just want to stay with Ivan. I only want him to look at me... him to touch me and no one else.
“You are so beautiful,” he says before pushing my shirt up. He starts peppering open-mouthed kisses over my stomach, leaving behind a trail of hot skin. I’m already panting by the time he moves lower down my body. His kisses end at the top of my mound, and I wonder what he’s going to do next.
“Ivan…” His name falls from my lips as a moan. My hands find their way into his hair, and I grip onto the strands. Out of instinct, I spread my legs wider, the movement making cool air wash over my heated and already wet center.
“You’re so responsive to my touch, Kitten,” he growls against my clit before swiping his tongue against the swollen nub. The sensation is so strong I pull away by reflex, even though I don’t want to. Ivan looks up at me over my mound, a mischievous grin on his lips, and grips onto my legs to hold me in place. He starts off licking my clit gently but quickly adds pressure as whimpers of pleasure slip from mg my lips.
He caresses, sucks, and nibbles on me like I’m his last meal, and he is thoroughly enjoying every last bite. When he closes his lips around my clit and starts to suck gently, my back arches off the bed and a loud moan rips from my throat.
I fold one of my arms over my face, covering my mouth to muffle my screams. Ivan doesn’t seem to care about me being noisy, as he keeps working my clit with equal force, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
When he pulls away and drags his tongue down my slit, I almost lose it. He dips the tip of his tongue into my entrance and swirls it around, and from the sensations alone, I fall over the edge. Hot pleasure flows through me like lava erupting from a volcano, burning up my insides in the best possible way. Ivan growls between my folds, lapping up every drop of my release.
“You taste as delicious as you look, Kitten. And with your sweet cream coating my tongue, I’d love to do nothing more than to fuck you.”
I can barely keep my eyes open while listening to him. The worst part is even though I know it would kill me, I’d love nothing more than to give Ivan that one piece of me. I’m going to die anyway. I know it. So, I should just give myself to him.
He gives me another lick before moving up my body, coming to press a kiss to my lips. I taste myself on his lips. His face moves away from mine and the smile on his lips fades and turns into a deep frown as if he just remembered something bad… and then I remember it, too.
“We need to get you down to your cell before breakfast.” He looks away, at some random spot on the floor like anything else is better than looking into my eyes. “The doctor will get here right after breakfast. They’re going to get you out of the cell one by one and take you to see the doctor. If the doctor clears you, you’ll go back in the cell, if not… well, you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Okay.” I nod, and he pushes off the bed and brings me a pair of sweatpants. For some reason, I feel like today might be my last time with him. I don't know why but it feels like it.
“I’ll come and get you right after dinner, I promise. Don’t fight them, Kitten. Keep your claws to yourself today. They won’t hurt you unless you give them a reason to.”