“He tried, but I … fought back.”
If he notices how thoroughly I fucked up Marco with my bare hands, he doesn’t mention it.
He steps inside and shuts the damaged door.
Marco looks up at Kirill with red eyes and wheezes, “This bitch is a cocktease. She practically begged me to meet her in here, so I show up, and she goes apeshit on me.”
A muscle ticks in Kirill’s jaw. “A cocktease, huh? What do you think I should do to her? Should I tie her up? Make her pay for hurting you?”
My head snaps up, but Kirill won’t look at me. His expression is closed off. Is he playing along to fuck with Marco, or does he actually believe it?
Marco’s face lights up through the pain. “Yeah. Yeah, she should fucking pay for this. Look what she did to me.”
Kirill’s mouth curves into something that might be a smile if it wasn’t so … predatory.
“She must be tougher than she looks. Because she’s half your size, and yet you’re the one laid out on the ground.”
I’m frozen in place, trying to read him, to understand what’s happening. Maybe my cover’s blown. He saw what I can do. No tech student fights like that.
But he doesn’t say anything as he moves behind me. His palm finds my waist, fingers spreading possessively, as his warm, solid body presses against my back.
Cold metal slides against my throat, tracing from my collarbone up to the underside of my jaw. The barrel of his gun comes to rest under my chin, tilting my head up.
Fear spikes through me, but it’s different from the panic Marco triggered. Because underneath the fear, there’s a stupid,irrational certainty Kirill isn’t going to hurt me. That I’m safe with him.
“I wasn’t sure about you Russians at first, but you’re alright, Baronov. Good to know you’ve got my back on this.”
Marco drags himself to the wall and props into a half-lean, watching us with a mixture of pain and anticipation, like he’s waiting for a show.
Kirill’s touch drifts higher, skimming along my ribs. He buries his nose in my hair and breathes deep, like he’s memorizing my scent. The gesture is so unhinged, so possessive, my clit throbs with need.
“What happened to Rada?” I bite out, unable to stop myself. “Thought you were busy.”
His teeth graze my earlobe, hard enough to sting. “You jealous, baby?”
“Fuck you.”
“Is that an invitation?” He slides his hand up to cup my breast. “But first you’re going to come on my fingers while Marco watches so he understands exactly who you belong to.”
Heat pools low in my belly despite the gun, despite Marco watching, despite everything.
“You’d like to see her hurt,” Kirill rasps. “Want to see her pay for rejecting you?”
Marco’s jaw hardens. “No. I told you. She wanted it.”
“Mmm.” Kirill keeps teasing me, palming the weight of my tits through the leather. His breath is warm against my neck, and there’s no mistaking his arousal. Every inch of his hard length pushes against my ass.
I hold perfectly still while Kirill’s lips brush the shell of my ear. “You know what I think, Marco?”
Marco glares at him.
“I think any man who has to force a woman is a pathetic piece of shit who deserves exactly what he gets.”
Kirill’s palm covers my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. The touch is deliberate, claiming, and utterly at odds with the violence simmering in the room.
“You followed her in here thinking you’d fuck her. So tell me. You’ve obviously thought about it. What did you think she’d feel like? Taste like?”
Kirill’s mouth finds the curve of my neck, tongue tracing a searing line up to my ear, and a moan slips free despite how twisted this is.
