He takes a deep breath. “Let me call Dima. Go sit out at the bar. I'm sure Seb will talk your ear off while we sort this out. I keep my promises, Aaron, you won't be included in this. You are free to go,” he assures.
“I want to kill him,” I say, unable to keep the icy hatred in my voice away.
Lev walks back over to me and holds me behind the back of my neck, a move that I yearn for. I meet his wild stare. “Then I will make it happen, doe,” he says in a rumbling voice that calms me to my core. He guides me towards the door and reaches for the handle.
“Go wait at the bar while I call Dima and don’t move.”
“Okay,” I say, but I don’t intend to stay. I need to get back home before Jake does, but I also need to pull away from this family. The longer I spend with them, the more my mind makes up the lie that I am one of them, which I'm not. I have to protect myself on both sides, but I need to keep Jake's suspicion away from me. I should mention it to Lev, but it's not his problem, and I don't think he would give a shit anyway.
Walking towards the bar, I do feel a sense of relief, that I finally may get what I want and the weight on my shoulders lifts, knowing this will come to an end.
I’ll officially be able to call my life my own and I’ll be rid of all family ties. I am so tired. Between all this fucking emotional back and forth and the amazing sex I just received, my body is exhausted.
My aim was to leave the bar undetected, but I hear a voice from behind me.
“So, is Lev alive back there? I saw the guy he was with run out of here so I daren’t go back to check if everything was okay,” Seb says, stopping me in my tracks. I can’t help the laugh that leaves my mouth as I turn back to him. He really is gorgeous.
“He is alive, for now, and well fucked, too, in case you’re interested. Anyway, I gotta get back before my stepbrother does. See ya around, Seb,” I say before I walk away to the sound of Seb calling out to me. I ignore him and keep moving, increasing the pace of my footsteps. I need to put the Kozlovs in the past.
Chapter 24 - Lev
AsAaronleaves,Icould punch my own face for giving into those big brown eyes and fucking him over my desk. I'm a bad man, so when it's offered so freely I won't say no, but I’m more concerned that Aaron is unlike most hookups. He is more likely to cut off my dick in a jealous rage than he is to listen to reason as to why I can't offer him anything. The need in him is palpable and it calls to me like a moth to a flame. The rush of having someone to share the pain and violence, to feed that bloodthirst along with sexual craving, is hard to ignore. But I can tell it's more for him. I do think he would do whatever I asked, and fuck does that make me a hot mess. To have him as my own little doe-eyed monster. For him to watch me play, and to let me use him as a sex toy when I want, wherever I want, brings forward a possessive side I didn't think I had.
Dima is the possessive one, whereas I have needs, but have never been attached to anyone or anything. It could become a problem if I allow it. I know Aaron sees the true me. We are the same in some ways, and I think that's what makes it different. Even with that truth, he still looks like he wants me.
Grabbing my cell phone, I hit the dial on Dima’s name and wait for him to answer. “We've got a problem,” I say as soon as he picks up.
“Okay, what's going on?”
“Aaron stopped by the club and said that Jake is planning to leave town. I'm not sure when but it sounds like it will be soon.”
A long pause follows.
“I don't know if anyone has tipped them off but we need to bring them in, D,” I say.
“Fuck, okay. Meet me back at the house in an hour and bring Aaron with you. We will get to work.”
“Fine.” I end the call.
The warm sensation that builds in my chest at the idea of playing in the pen, sends me into a giddy state with a half-hard cock bulging in my pants to match. It also helps that the idea of Aaron watching me work again has me nearly fully erect. He fucking loved watching me last time, and while it was distracting, it made it so much more enjoyable, knowing that every cut I made, every drop of blood lost, was turning him on as much as it was me. Sharing that hunger with another was a special experience, like some spiritual shit where I’m walking on air with nothing but power driving me. This should put a smile on doe’s face.
I head out of the office, expecting to see Aaron at the bar talking to Seb, but he isn't there. I walk over to Seb who is making some weird-looking green cocktail.
“Where’d he go?” I ask.
“You mean Aaron, I assume?” he snarks.
He lifts the side of his mouth upwards, trying to annoy me on purpose. I think Dima needs to work on his punishments better. Actually, maybe it should be a family event, putting the cocky shit in his place.
“Yes, you bratty little fuck.”
He shakes his head smiling, like he of course knew I would take the bait. Prick.
“He said he had to get home before his stepbrother gets back.”
“I’m gonna kill the little shit. I’m heading back to the house, so I'll call him on the way. Just so you know, we may all be busy in the pen when you get back later.”
“I know. D already called.”
