I grasped Alisa’s arm and pulled her unsteady body into my own. What had that asshole done to her?
The girl she’d bumped into shot Alisa a nasty look, but her skin turned pale when she caught sight of my expression.
“Dmitri what are you doing here?” Alisa asked into my chest.
“Apparently saving you. It seems to be a common occurrence when I’m around you,” I grumbled.
Alisa mumbled something, and I reluctantly pulled her head away from my chest. She was frowning.
“I need to make sure my friend’s okay.”
Like I gave a fuck about anyone else. All I wanted to do was haul her back into my chest while I tortured the man who hurt her.
“Please,” she said, her eyes glassy. “I’ll owe you.”
“You already owe me,” I said, but I nodded at one of my lingering men to handle it.
Before Alisa could reply, I swept my arm underneath her legs, and drew her into my arms.
She blinked at me with confusion, but all I could focus on was the unsteadiness of her heartbeat against my own. I wanted her docile and confusedafterI fucked the fight out of her. Not because someone else forcibly broke down her defenses.
“What happened?” I whispered into her ear, and she shivered against me.
The feeling had me hardening immediately, but I ignored it. She wasn’t sober. When I fucked her, I wanted hercompletely. I wanted to watch her fight against her soul as she realized she couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I wanted to break her in half, and for the memory to stalk her dreams.
Not like this.
“I think he drugged me,” she said, and my grasp hardened around her frail body. “It’s something strong… something I’m not immune to.”
Fury railed against me, coiling through my body so tight that it stole the words from my chest. It took all my self restraint to not tear everyone apart within my sight.
When we arrived in the dimly lit private room, I allowed that anger to shift to its rightful target. The man who’d drugged her was currently gagged and tied to a chair, but his expression didn’t shift until he caught sight of my face.
The man tried to shuffle backwards in the heavy chair.
“Hedrugged you?” I asked Alisa.
Muffled words tried to escape from behind the rough cloth yanked between the man’s lips. Denials no doubt, but he was addressing the wrong person. It wasn’t me that would determine his fate.
It was her.
Alisa’s response would determine if he’d spend the last night of his life moaning in agony, or if I’d make the walls of hell flinch at his cries.
Either way, he’d never take another step outside this room. He’d hurt my kitten, and he’d die for that mistake.
Alisa frowned before her head lolled against my chest.
“I don’t know,” she said, staring up at me like she was back in a dream. “After my body started feeling heavy, I tried to get away from him. But he was just too strong and wouldn’t listen to me. No one seemed to notice or care….”
She trailed off, her eyes focused on a blank point in the corner of the room.
I ran a finger across her pulse, and her body jolted. She turned back to me.
“Is this a dream?” she asked, her body sagging against mine.
“Do you usually dream about me?” I asked with a smirk.
“More like nightmares,” she muttered.
