I gasp. I’ve never thought of my body as much of an asset, but Sevastyan’s fascinated by it, so maybe that’s an angle I can use?
“No, please. I—My feet can have all sorts of uses,” I say, embarrassed by the memory of how horny I was in the morning. I rocked against his foot like some sex maniac. No wonder he was surprised about my lack of experience.
“Can they now?” Sevasyan smirks, squinting at me. “What if I pickled them?”
I sob. “What is wrong with you? I’m just… I… I’m a normal person, okay? Maybe a little fucked-up, but I can’t handle any of this.”
“Maybe you should have thought about that when you broke into my house with a gun,” his voice turns cold. “You are lucky to be alive and you don’t even recognize how good you have it.” He boops my nose hard enough for me to swing back.
“I thought you were just a reclusive painter.”
“You’ve got no idea what I’m capable of, pretty thing. I was made to deal with people much more dangerous than you could ever be, and I disposed of so many I stopped counting. You wouldn’t be a threat to me even if I let you down and gave you your gun back. You will either be my toy, or you will be nothing. No one who enters this house is allowed to leave.”
“I wouldn’t tell anyone about you or the house!”
Sevastyan tut-tuts and shakes his head. “Victor. You proved to me on day one that you’d give up any information at the mere threat of violence. I didn’t even need to use those pliers for you to fold.”
He’s right. He’s so fucking right. I’m a little rat who will do anything to avoid pain. “Why are you like this?” I askhelplessly when he teases my nipple with his thumb, as if to remind me of the pliers.
Sevastyan sighs, eyes closed as he rubs his face against my trembling stomach. He’s like a predator about to take a bite of my innards. “For fifteen years, I had no place to call my own. I traveled wherever my employers sent me and killed whoever they pointed at. I havemanyenemies, pet, and this house is a trap I set for them. I knoweverythingthat happens within its walls. You couldn’t scratch your nose without me finding out.”
I swallow, finally realizing what he’s already hinted at. He’s been part of an organized crime network and would have no qualms about crushing a little ginger bug like me. My only hope is that he actually likes my company.
“Your heart beats so fast,” he murmurs with his forehead against my belly. “I don’twantto scare you, but I will if that’s what it takes for you to understand your position. I didn’t avoid death or capture by being naive. Do you think I’m naive, Victor?”
“N-no.”
“So do think I would just leave your door open because I’m sloppy?”
“No.”
“Why did I test you then?”
“B-because I needed to learn a lesson?” I try as more tears roll into my hair. I stare at this beautiful monster in front of me. I want to both run and reach out for him for safety.
This time, he offers me a faint smile and cups my face, rubbing his thumb across my lips. “I don’t want to scare you, or make you uncomfortable. In fact, I wish you’d understand your place is now here, with me. What is it that you’re trying so hard to run back to? That job at Paulo’s Pizza? Or your dead friends at the funeral home?”
I look away, because he hit the nail on the head. I’ve got nothing. A shitty room where I can barely fit a space to paint, no money, and no friends. I just sniff, not knowing what to say. Why would he even want someone so pathetic in the first place? This is a complete and utter mind fuck. I shouldn’t want him, nor feel tempted to accept that staying here might not be a bad option at all.
“You could probably find someone better,” I mutter, even though it feels like digging my own grave. My emotions are all over the place, and they’re taking over when thinking logically isn’t all that feasible anymore.
A glance at his bare feet once more reminds me of the footjob he gave me and how I liked when he was a little mean to me.
I loved sucking on his toes. I loved serving him.
“Maybe I could,” he says, shrugging despite a smile looming on his face as he watches me, stroking my body with featherlight fingers. “Butyouare the one I want. You are the one who set my imagination on fire, and whetted my appetite for something different. I need you here. Do you understand?”
Is it wrong that I feel special for being chosen even if it’s by a psycho killer? His focus on me is like the warm rays of sunshine even deep into the night. “Y-yes?” It comes out raspier than I intended.
“Oh yes. I want to memorize every freckle on this soft skin,” he whispers, and then I’m choking on air, because his tongue is so wet and hot as it slides toward my navel. And my cock.
What does he see in me? Does it even matter when for the first time in my life someone decided I’m something more than a waste of space? “I will keep you fed, and safe, and well-fucked.”
I get to admire his incredible musculature as he rises, his tongue going ever higher, all the way to my—oh fuck. I’m hard. Why am I hard?
Sevastyan chuckles. “Kinky boy. You like a bit of fear? Or are you just that responsive to me?”
Shivers run up and down my spine, and I wiggle my toes as he rubs his fingers up my thighs. Ordownmy thighs? I’m not even sure anymore.
