There’s some laughter behind me, but I ignore it and sprint into the chilly evening air. Only when the music fades and the voices disappear do I slow down and collapse on a bench. There’s no stopping the tears now, and even though it hurts, itfeels good to cry, so I let it happen. I sit on the bench and cry, with no idea what I’ll do next.
Chapter 38
Mikhail
My Doll just ran off crying, and that’s unacceptable. I yearn to comfort her, and also to turn her ass black and blue for putting herself in danger, but there’s something I need to do first. Weaving my way between half-drunk college kids, I find the room Grace stormed out of. The man who made her cry is still inside, sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. He’s still dressed, and they only spent a few short minutes alone, so I don’t think he fucked my Doll, but he made her cry, which makes him a dead man.
He looks up as I shut the door behind me. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “I’ll get right out.”
“No, you won’t.” Before he can react, I’m straddling him on the bed and there’s a knife at his throat. “Scream and I’ll kill you,” Ithreaten, not telling him I’ll kill him anyway. Did he really think he had a shot at fucking my precious Doll? He’s such a scrawny kid.
His eyes are wide, and a tear rolls down his face as he stares at me. His lips wobble. “Please,” he whispers, then makes a cute, strangled sound when the knife presses harder against his jugular. With those deep, wide eyes, full lips, and that cute, petite stature, he’d make a great Doll, I think, immediately ashamed of the thought. I already have a Doll. I don’t need to be thinking about others.
“You have one chance to tell me the truth,” I say. Threading my fingers through his hair, I move the blade up his face and toward his eye. “If you lie, you’ll lose something.” A gentle nudge at his bottom eyelid lets him know exactly what that something will be.
“Please,” he repeats. This time, his whimper is a little breathy and sounds more like a moan. What the fuck?
I’m sitting on his stomach, but my brows shoot up when I move down and feel something hard under my ass. At first, I get so furious I nearly jab his eye out straight away. Is he still hard after spending a few minutes alone with my Doll? Then I remember he decidedly wasn’t hard when I entered the room, which means…he got hard from me pulling a knife at him? What a kinky little fucker.
Experimentally, I grind my ass against his erection and the bastard moans. Jesus Christ. “You’re one kinky fucker, aren’t you?” I tighten my grip on his hair, and yes, he moans again. Too bad I took out the Doll operation when I killed the Morozovs, because letting this guy keep drifting through his meaningless existence feels like such a waste. He’s almost as responsive as Grace and would make such a perfect Doll. Then a thought strikes me. Cameron is looking for a pet, and this cute twink is just what he needs. “What’s your name?” I ask, slapping the flat side of the blade against the man’s cheek.
“Justin,” he whispers. “Justin Palmer. Please, just let me go.”
“In a moment, Justin. First, tell me what you did to that girl who just ran out of here.” If Justin hurt my Doll, then Cameron will have to stay petless, because I won’t be able to stop myself from killing him.
“N-nothing! I didn’t do anything to her, I swear. She just started crying. I swear I didn’t do anything!”
Humming thoughtfully, I place one hand around Justin’s neck and squeeze lightly. He sucks in a sharp breath, and his hips jerk against me. Fuck, he really will be perfect for Cam. The perfect parting gift for my friend before Grace and I leave. “So, you didn’t touch her at all?”
“Well, we kissed but—” Justin stutters when I move the blade to his lips. I’m tempted to cut them off, but Cameron wouldn’t want a lipless pet, so I refrain from maiming the twink. I can’t help but tease him, though.
Prying open his mouth, I grab his tongue and pull it forward, holding the knife to it. “Kissed, huh? Did you use tongue? Did you stick this slimy thing inside my Doll?”
Justin lets out an inarticulate cry that vaguely resembles a no. He also tries to shake his head but changes his mind when the blade digs into the side of his tongue. I see the moment he realizes he’s completely trapped. Instead of panicking or fighting, he goes slack under me, patiently waiting for my next move. Sweet submission. Cam will be thrilled. I’ll swing by to grab Justin later, though. Right now, I need to find Grace. I’ve wasted enough time already.
Putting the knife away, I get off Justin in one smooth motion, and is that a flash of disappointment in his eyes? I chuckle at that. He doesn’t have to worry. Soon, he’ll have a Master who will cater to his every need.
“Y-you’re letting me go?” he stutters, sitting up on the bed and hugging his knees. He looks like a helpless puppy, just beggingfor a collar and a good fucking. Cameron will deliver both in spades.
I smirk. “Are you disappointed?”
“No! No, I just… I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”
“Of course you won’t. You want to be a good boy, don’t you?” I swear he preens at that. “You won’t say a word about this to anyone, and from now on, you won’t touch yourself, either.” It won’t hurt to have him sexually frustrated while he’s getting used to his new Master.
Justin’s cheeks flare red. “What?! I’m not… I didn’t… What?”
“No jerking off,” I repeat, brandishing the knife in his direction again.
“Oh. Okay?” Jesus, he’s adorable. Cam will really love him.
I don’t tell Justin we’ll be seeing each other again soon as I leave the room. There’s no reason to spook him. I can hunt him down if he runs, but I’d rather not have the police involved, especially when I’m supposed to be dead. It’s better if the little twink puppy goes to his room confused but feeling safe. Shock will work great for breaking him in later.
Leaving the party, I push all thoughts out of my mind except one. Grace. My Doll is out here alone, probably cold because she didn’t put on a coat. She’s getting punished for that too. She was supposed to take care of herself, not wander around without proper clothes and hook up with strangers. God, I’ll hurt her so much for that. How could she do that to me? She knew she was mine! Forever. No slimy fucking twinks are going to put any parts of their bodies on her because she’s mine, and it’s time I reminded her of that.
Chapter 39
Grace
