“A memory,” I rasp, my hand settling on his heart. It’s a steady thrum.
“Not a dream?”
“No.”
He’s silent for a long while, and then I hear him exhale. “I’ll keep you safe, umnyashka.”
“What does it mean? The name you call me?”
“It’s a pet name, not entirely proper Russian. It’s more like slang. It means…” he hesitates, trying to put it into words. “…clever boy.”
“I am clever.”
“You are.”
I sigh, letting his words settle over me. Comforting. No one’s ever really looked out for me like this. He cares, in his own way.
“Sleep.”
I close my eyes and lean into him more. I rest, but I don’t go back to sleep.
I don’t want to remember.
7
GEORGIY
How did I manage to acquire this insane man? My thoughts run rampant as my hand slides up his naked back, bumping up the ridges of his spine. How he managed to wiggle his way into my life, I have no idea. I don’t want this. I don’t want it at all.
My hand tightens around him, and he sighs happily, nearly squirming his way on top of me.
Something inside me rises up, and I feel an intricate and unknown feeling overwhelm me.
I don’t know what it means. I haven’t felt anything in such a long time. It was stripped from me. Literally. But now…Now, I feel possessiveness.
For this feral creature. So unlike me. So messy. So unkempt.
Everything I don’t want.
And yet, I do.
He snuffles loudly, and I feel a bit of drool permeate my silk pajamas. A sigh leaves me. I should push him away, go to another room and hide, but instead, I just hold him tighter.
Fuck.
My dedushka would be so ashamed of me. He instilled in me rigidity, stubbornness, and to never bend to the will of another. And yet, here I am. Bent.
I sigh and think back to when I caught Bane outside my window, his dick out, his pants around his thighs. The crazed look in his eyes as he stroked himself. I should have closed the blinds and shut him out, but I stood there and watched.
I couldn’t peel my eyes away as his lips twitched into a crooked grin and he exploded all across my plants.
And even then, I didn’t leave. I just stared at him as he laughed, talking to me through the closed window despite my not being able to hear him.
It devolved from there.
Bane showed up far too often, showing me his dick, and jacking off when I was forced to look, when I couldn’t look away. He left me all sorts of presents.
Bones. Body parts. Once, an entire head.
