Anatoli
Avrora's grip tightens on my arm and the feel of her desperation sinking into me is what makes me the loser, and I lower my gun.
Mikhail's unwavering smile becomes triumphant and he straightens, hardening his stare.
"Get the fuck out of my house." I don't know how I can speak. "And don't contact Avrora ever again. Stay the fuck away from her."
"As you wish, brother." That's the first time he's called me that and his words were dripping with poison. He looks at Avrora and I hate, hate, hate the sparkle that enters his eyes. "Baby, remember what I said. I mean it. I'm still fighting for you."
With that, he walks out, and she lets my arm go.
The sound of the front door closing moments later pierces the tension and I turn to face Avrora, who looks pale and frail like she might pass out.
The two of us are filled with so much indignation it's hard to believe we're the same guy and girl who walked into this house not even half an hour ago.
Her gaze falls to my gun still hanging limp in my hand, and her porcelain skin flushes. The freaked-out look on her face and the rapid rise and fall of her chest tell me that despite her anger, she's afraid of me. Really afraid of me.
I put the gun away, but I'm still seeing red.
"You would have killed him," she stutters, holding back tears.
"Yes."
She sucks in a sharp, shocked breath. "Are you serious?"
I'll never know. Chances are I might not have, but I can't be sure I would have come to my senses.
"I told you I'd never lie to you. What about you? What would have happened if I'd walked in on your conversation a second later? Would I have heard you confessing your undying love for him? Or maybe you would have been fucking him. Bet he really misses that."
She goes from scared to livid in the blink of an eye, and I can't blame her. Even I know I'm being an asshole.
"I'm not talking to you when you're like this." She whirls around and heads through the door.
I follow on her tail, still seeing red, and at the same time kicking myself because I know I fucked up. Me and my uncontrollable temper lost whatever magic we had before we encountered Mikhail. But I still want an answer to my question and I'll go crazy if I don't get one.
I catch up to her as she's about to take the stairs, and grab her arm.
"Let go of me, you asshole."
"No, answer the fucking question." I release her arm when she wrenches free.
"Leave me alone Anatoli." She runs to the dining room.
I'm right behind her and this time, I slam the door shut so she can't double back and escape me.
I grab her again before she can reach the back doors and go out on the terrace.
Her eyes snap wide when I move her into the wall, and her body goes rigid.
"Answer the fucking question, Avrora. What would you have said to him?" I grab her wrists and pin her against the wall.
"You're hurting me and acting like a fucking child. Stop it."
I get in her face, her beautiful, beautiful face, and hover before her, my teeth bared.
"Give me an answer and I'll stop."
"Whatever I say will be the wrong thing." Her panicked voice rips into me and something I never expected hits my heart because the only reason she'd say that is if I'm right-she would have returned his confession of love.
"Why didn't you tell him you love him then?" I'm a fucking fool for allowing this woman to drive me mad with lust and wanting to make her mine. And I'm a bigger fool for still wanting her.
But I do.
"Because..." Her breath hitches on a shudder.
"What? Because I stopped you? Well, you're mine, not his."
"Yes, I forgot I'm just an asset to you. Part of my father's collection, like a thing." Her eyes turn glassy and she looks so vulnerable I want to hold her and shake her at the same time.
"No. You're my girl." I sound like the child she accused me of being.
When her lips part in shock, I take advantage and claim her mouth.
At first I don't expect her to kiss me back. I thought she'd be hesitant like she always is. But she kisses me with the same greed and recklessness that I give her, and it feels as though I'm coming alive.
She has my cold, dead heart pumping and color filling my black soul.
Her hands press into my chest and grip my shirt, bringing me closer, as if she wants me just as badly as I want her.
I pull her top over her head and take off her bra, freeing her gorgeous, puckered tits. I suck on them evenly, making her nipples harder. Then I quickly rid her of that stupid bun so I can run my fingers through her platinum locks.
Keeping my lips pressed to hers, I take off my jacket when she pushes it down my shoulders and slip my finger through the belt loop of her jeans. I feel for her zipper, pull it down, and shove her jeans down her legs.
We pause for nanoseconds so she can step out of them and her shoes, then I yank off my shirt and undo my belt and pants. I shove them down and bring her back to me so I can move her panties aside.
I need to be inside her. Touching her wet passage and eating out her pussy aren't going to satisfy me today.
I kiss her harder, devouring her when she tilts her head back and she moans into my mouth.
I can't help it. I rip her panties right off her lush body so I can have all the access I want to her. Then I take out my cock and lift her leg, hooking it around my waist.
I line my dick up with her slick opening and drive into her, making her gasp.
She's still so fucking tight, I can't get deeper inside her than the entrance.
Avrora grabs my shoulders and stares at me with a sexy cacophony of pleasure and pain.
I'm watching her face as the muscles of her inner walls squeeze around the head of my dick.
Savage need takes over and she cries out loud when I thrust in harder and deeper, impale her on my dick, and tear through something.
I freeze when what I just did hits me like an angry bolt of lightning flashing through a stormy sky.
Her glacier eyes meet mine, weary and drained.
A tear tips over her eyelid and slides down the rosy pillow of her left cheek.
In all the time she's been my captive, I've never seen her cry. Not even when I terrified her with her father's crimes and she begged me to spare his life.
That first time I ventured inside her, I think I knew then why she was so tight and why her body was trying to keep me out. I just didn't want to believe.
She was a virgin.
And I just stole her innocence.