“Seems I have a replacement,” he murmurs, shuffling out from beneath me and standing up. Georgiy doesn’t take his eyes off me, something dark and threatening moving through those depths.
I feel my cock perk up at how lethal he looks.
Oh yes, he’s here. He’s fucking here.
I sniffle loudly, and Georgiy takes a step toward me, moving past Doc without even acknowledging him.
“What happened?” he asks no one in particular.
I hear Doc give him a quick rundown before he leaves, and Georgiy pulls up a chair next to my bed and sinks into it. He looks impeccable. Dark suit, perfectly ironed, not a hair out of place, his face hard and stoic. Like some kind of gothic creature standing sentry in a graveyard.
A Grim Reaper.
“Like Doc said, I’m fine. Just feeling stupid. I can’t believe he got in and took her. Right under my nose.”
Georgiy’s nostrils flare, but he doesn’t say a word.
“Who did he take?”
“A girl named Virgin. Said she was a bartender, but she must be more than that. She fooled me. Just like he did.”
“He hurt you very badly,” he finally remarks, and I sigh.
“Mostly my ego. I’m resilient, though. It’s nothing I haven’t experienced before.”
His jaw clicks. “I see.”
I wiggle a little on the bed, my head throbbing from the movement. “I mean, I told you about my past. It’s not rocket science.”
His eyes narrow, and I bite down on my bottom lip in concentration. I can’t fucking read him. Never know what he’s thinking.
It drives me crazy.
I have no idea how he feels, what is spinning around in his mind. Where I’m an open book, he’s a locked grimoire.
“And this was Henry? Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I say. I want him to reach out and touch me, but he doesn’t. He just folds his hands in his lap and continues to watch me
It seems I’ve disappointed him, too. I let a bad man into the safe haven Anthony built, and it’s no longer secure.
You’re down here because that’s what you deserve.
“All right,” he says and then reaches for his bag. “I’m going to check you over myself.”
My heart thunders in my chest as I process this. Oh, this means he cares. It must. The tattoo on my ass and now this.
“Doc already did,” I reply, pretending to protest, but he could flip me over and spank me, and I’d ask for more. I want anything he’ll give me. Like a desperate dog with a bone.
I should feel ashamed, but I’m not.
It’s who I am.
I crave it.
“Irrelevant. I want to see for myself.” His eyes sweep over me. “Clothes off. Actually, no. I will remove them.”
In a matter of minutes, I’m naked, my head spinning from the speed at which he cut the fabric from my body. He uses ascalpel, slow and with a steady hand. But it’s enough to have me vibrating with need. So much so that my teeth clatter and my body aches.
