“I’m sure you won’t, but my house is always open to you.”
“It is not,” Georgiy says as he moves up next to me, and my body submits as he grabs onto my wrists. I can’t help it. I’m such a slut for him. He holds them together, surely feeling my hammering pulse beneath his fingers, and zips them together.
“Come with me, Bane of my existence. I have something to show you.”
I perk up slightly at that. “Did you bring me something? A present? A body?”
“I did bring someone back, but they’re not for you.”
A scowl moves across my face, but it goes ignored by him. I huff and puff as he leads me out of Doc’s house before I realize I should be resisting. I dig my bare feet into the ground, and Georgiy stumbles slightly.
“What are you doing? Must you fight me every step of the way?”
“I’m not just going to give in. I shouldn’t just let you cart me around. I’m not going anywhere with you!”
He eyes me, and then a moment later, I’m in his arms. I have to pinch the inside of my leg not to swoon. I really can’t do that. But hell, being tied up and being carried around is a dream come true. My dick is leaking. Like a faucet.
It’s really not going along with the program.
When we make it back to the main house, Georgiy moves inside without a word, not acknowledging anyone we pass.
Even though I cry out for help. In my mind, but still. Not one person comes to my aid. Probably because they think I’m not in any trouble. I love this kind of thing. Usually. But right now, I’m rioting. I’m very upset.
The bedroom door closes behind us with a snick, and Georgiy carries me into the bathroom, cutting the zip tie from my wrists and rubbing at the skin gently. The way he touches me sends a thrill through me. I will not be swayed by this.
He left me. He told me he didn’t want my present.
He didn’t want me.
The ring is still in my pocket, burning a proverbial hole in the fabric. Hurting my skin. I don’t want to give it to him now. He doesn’t deserve it.
“I’m going to bathe you. You smell like him.”
I harrumph, but let him maneuver me to the bath. He turns on the water and then strips me of my clothes.
“Get in.”
I fold my arms across my chest, not moving as quickly as he wants me to.
“I’m not just going to do whatever you want. I’m done being a simp for you, Georgiy.”
He eyes me, and then his hands are on me, forcing me into the tub. Water splashes against his shirt, wetting it, and I fling some more onto him, just to be a brat. He growls and aggressively scrubs me with a wash rag until my skin is pink. By the time he gets me out of the tub, he’s dripping wet, and I’m feeling slightly better.
Good. I won’t just give in to him.
Not after he hurt my feelings.
I stand up, water sluicing down my skin, and his eyes rove over me as he hands me a towel.
“Dry off and get into bed.”
“Make me.”
I half-expect him to manhandle me until I’m under the sheets, but he doesn’t. He just starts to unbutton his wet shirt, exposing parts of him I’ve never seen. In this moment, I can do nothing but just stand there and watch him.
Oh. Oh my.
My skin burns hot as he pulls his shirt from his shoulders, and I greedily take him in. That strong, pale chest, the smattering of hair between his pecs, the muscles of his abdomen. Oh my.
