“You’re a sharp tool in the shed, aren’t ya?” He asks me if I was a tool, but I don’t entirely understand his reference. This happens sometimes, where American’s say things that don’t quite make sense. I know it is a joke, the only bad thing is that I don’t actually understand it.
I am taken out of my thoughts as I hear the rumbling of motors quickly approaching the building, the noise builds up until you can hear them right out of the door, coming in like a raging stampede.
“Have fun at Bubba’s?” he says to the first man who walks in the door, he looks at me, and then to disfigured man and nods, lifting his chin.
“I did, but it sure as hell looks like you’ve been having more fuckin’ fun than I have. Oh, D’s right behind me.”
I think it is sweet how the man warns me in a sense. Sure enough, in stomps my brother, charging up to me. “Get the fuck out of here, away from Ksenia and I.” He snarls it out in a tone I have never heard from a man.
“I came here to speak with you,” I tell him, hoping that he will get over his little hissy fit and allow me to explain to him what exactly is going on and what we can do to prepare. We have wasted enough time. Now is the time to act.
“I don’t give a fuck what you came here to do. Get your Gucci-ridden ass out of this fucking club, into that fucking car, and back to that evil fucking husband of yours.”
I blink at my brother, now knowing that he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know about Sergei and me.
“I can’t,” I tell him.
He grabs me by the back of my neck, squeezing firmly as he pushes me towards the door. I yelp out from the sudden grab, it isn’t painful, but it is uncomfortable.
Suddenly, my brother’s hand isn’t around my neck, and I see my knight standing next to me. There is a loud snap, and when I look behind me I see my brother with blood gushing out of his nose. “I don’t give a flying fuck what she’s done to you. You don’t touch her like that.”
“Get out of this fight, Slash,” Dmitri roars, glaring at me the entire time. “You have no idea what my bitch of a sister has done. She’s caused so much fucking agony for Ksenia, for our family, and she sits high and mighty on the dark throne, stirring shit up, and getting off on the fact she causes all this pain and misery when she hasn’t even experienced it herself.”
I go blank for a moment, fully processing what it was Dmitri just said.
I cause pain and misery, when I haven’t even experienced it myself.
Oh, what he doesn’t know is that I’ve had my fair share of pain, misery, and chaos. I have felt unimaginable things, experiencing things which could only be deranged from the darkest of nightmares.
Maybe that’s why I’m the real monstrosity here.
CHAPTER 11
Broken girls blossom into warriors.
- Anonymous
Slasher
Katya turns around and darts out through the front doors. I’ve only met this woman twice, but I can tell that this is unusual behavior for her. She seems like the type of woman who stands her ground, sticking up for herself when push comes to shove, and what just happened tells me that she is either not that woman, or there is something else going on here.
I don’t know why I follow her, but I do. Something about the way Dmitri speaks to her disgusts me in a way that I cannot explain. Feeling badly for her, I follow her out of the door, not even caring if she notices me trailing behind her in her blacked out sportscar.
There is so much more to the story than her just being the devil. If Ksenia thinks I don’t see the way she looks at Dmitri when they speak of Katya, well, she is wrong.
Ksenia is Katya and Dmitri’s younger sister, a while back she came to us as a surprise in a shipping container of women that the club had purchased for the FBI’s investigation into human sex trafficking. It became club news not too long ago and now all the brothers know about Elena’s involvement with the FBI and how when we were buying girls from Rafael Ramirez, who is the head of the Mexican Cartel, well – it was all for show. We were doing the FBI’s bidding the whole time. I guess we can’t complain too much, we saved a few girls from pretty bad fates. Maria, one of the most loved members of the Skulls, being one of them.
I found out a little while ago that Katya was the courier for that arrangement, and that she is married to Sergei Kolosov – the man who sold the women to Reed, including Ksenia.
If you ask me, that shit doesn’t add up. Why would Katya knowingly put her own sister in a shipping container to be sold? Something is fishy with this situation. The pieces don’t add up, and damn me for saying this, but I don’t think everyone has the best read on Katya. They may think they know everything, when in reality, none of us know anything, not even me. That’s not to say I won’t do my damnedest to try and figure it out, though.
I continue to follow her at a safe distance. There is no doubt in my mind that through every turn we make and mile marker we pass that she can see me and is completely aware of my presence. To be fair, I’m not trying to hide.
I feel like I’ve been riding for at least a half an hour when she makes a turn onto the interstate, the next thing I know she’s turning off at the next exit and pulling into some grand Hilton-style hotel with all the amenities she could ask for.
I park my Harley around the corner, following her closely as she walks in through the automatic hotel doors.
“Mrs. Kolosov, so nice to see you back,” the concierge greets, eyeing me closely behind her. “I’m sorry, Sir, is there something we can do to assist you today?” she asks me, looking at me like I’ve just escaped prison for mass murder.
“He is with me. I hope this is okay?” Katya says, staring at the woman behind the desk until she nods quickly in agreement.
Katya turns so she’s completely facing me, her eyes rake over me slowly until she meets my own. “Well, what are you standing there for? Follow me.” I follow her instructions and walk behind her into the elevator. She presses the number five, and we wait as the elevator takes us to that floor. The entire ride is quiet until the doors start to slowly open.
“I am wondering why it is that you followed me here,” she mutters as she takes a step from the elevator. I follow her lead, taking step after step down the hallway with her.
“You and me both,” I admit, knowing that I had to follow her. I am still trying to figure out the why.
“I take it my dear brother did not send you here to check up on me,” she says, pulling a keycard out of her purse as she inserts it into the door, opening it for us both. I follow her into the suite, shutting the door behind us both.
“Pfft. From the looks of it Viper, he couldn’t care if you’re dead or alive.”
Her eyebrows lift in confusion. “Viper?” she repeats.
“Yeah, you call me that thing you did, and I’m calling you Viper.”
“Why Viper?”
“Cause we both know you’re just as deadly as one.”
“You are not wrong,” she mumbles, removing the strappy purse from her shoulder and setting it on the desk in front of the king-sized bed. She kicks off her shoes, then places them neatly under the desk so they’re out of the way.
“You plan on staying in for the night?” I ask, curious that she won’t be up to any more mischief today.
“Yes. I had gone to speak to Dmitri, and he does not want to speak to me, so I stay. No point in doing anything else.” Her tone is different when she speaks to me. I can just barely hear her voice cracking as she utters her brother’s name. I don’t know what the fuck happened, but it’s obvious that something did. There is something underlying here, and I plan on finding out exactly what that is.
“You stay here, caged in this damn room like an animal? No. I ain’t having it. C’mon, put those fancy ass heels back on, we’re going out to dinner.”
***
When I ordered her to throw those death trap heels on that make me wanna toss her against the wall and fuck her seven ways to Sunday, well, I thought she wouldn’t
listen to me at all. Much to my surprise – she did, and I didn’t get one damn peep out of those perky lips of hers.
“Alligator bites?” She looks up from her menu and stares at me in disgust. “Like a crocodile?”
“No, sweetheart. Crocodiles and alligators are different, but they’re still those big fucks who swim around and eat kittens.”
Her eyes widen, and she nods. “That’s what I thought.”
The short girl who placed our drink order walks back over to our booth, she has bright pink hair cut into that short pixie thing that the girls are so fond of these days. “Did y’all settle on somethin’?”
“We’ll have an order of the alligator bites, fried pickles, hush puppies, a six-ounce steak with loaded mashed potatoes and fries, a cedar salmon glazed sandwich with cheese fries, and then a molten lava cake. Oh, and can I get a water as well?” The girl’s eyes pop out of her head trying to keep up with all the food I just ordered for Viper and me. She asks if she can help us with anything else, and when I say no, she scurries off to place our order with the kitchen.
“You gonna drink that, or keep stirring it around with the straw?” I ask, noticing the way she moves the straw in a small circle around her vodka cranberry.
“I apologize. I am a bit distracted tonight.” She brings the straw to her lips and takes a sip. I urged her to try it, telling her that she would enjoy the sweetness of the drink. When she smiles from across the booth, I know that I was right. “It is good.”
“And here you were not believing a damn thing I was telling you.”
“I’ve learned not to trust men like you.”
“Men like me? How do you even know I am like the rest?” I ask her, curious for her answer.
“You aren’t like the rest, this I can tell, which is another reason to not trust you,” she firmly tells me, smiling at the end.
We sit in the booth across from one another for the next two hours, making small talk as I try to get her to try everything that was placed in front of us. Much to my surprise she goes for the steak and the fried pickles opposed to everything else, moaning slightly as she places the crust covered juicy slices into her mouth.
Through this dinner I still haven’t learned much about her, not much else besides the fact she isn’t as awful as her brother makes her seem. My plan will slowly unfold, and I will learn more about her.
I pay for our food and ask the waitress for another order of fried pickles since Viper liked them so much. “What are you doing? You are still hungry?” she asks.
“No, you’re just about as big as my finger. We need to put some weight on you,” I tell her, grabbing the styrofoam container from the waitress.
The ride back to her hotel is uneventful. I love the way her hands wrap around my waist, the feeling of her body pressed up against my own. Through the course of the entire night she hasn’t looked at me once like I was a monster, or this disfigured thing. I can say that hasn’t happened since before I was shredded. Instead of looking at me like the others do, she sees more than my disfiguration.
She sees me.
I walk her up to her room, leaning against the doorframe. My body towers over her small frame, she may be taller compared to most women, but this girl is still a midget compared to me.
“Thank you for dinner. It was very kind of you,” she murmurs, leaning up to place a kiss on my cheek. I shift my face, so my lips touch her own. At first, she sucks in a deep breath, not anticipating my move. Then, she begins to kiss me the way I’m kissing her, tongue fluttering over her bottom lip, darting into her wanting mouth. She moans slightly, tossing the styrofoam container into the room.
“I’m not a kind man,” I tell her, giving her a slice of the truth that hardly anyone knows.
“I never expected you to be.” I figured I was the one who would’ve been shocking her tonight; never did I think she’d be the one to shock me.
CHAPTER 12
Don’t underestimate me. I know more than I say, think more than I speak & notice more than you realize.
- Anonymous
Katya
There are moments like this where I am surprised like I have never been before. The entire time I was driving, I took notice of his bike a bit behind me, then he followed me to the hotel and ended up taking me out to eat dinner with him. Almost like he didn’t want me to be alone for too long. Now, here we are in front of my hotel room door, kissing each other like two starved animals.
I open my purse quickly, taking the keycard out of it and sliding the card into the small slot in the door. When it beeps, I slide my hand over the handle and push it, so we can enter, grabbing the corner of his leather cut, urging him to come in with me. I notice how he slams the door shut, making sure to lock it behind him. He presses up against me, matching every move that I make further into the room.
I watch as he goes for the light switch and starts to flip the switch. Quickly, my hand covers his own. “No lights,” I strongly tell him.
His lips come off my own, and I do not let him speak. “No lights, or no sex. Your choice.”
“Fine with me,” he huskily growls. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, sliding my hands under his leather cut, pulling it down his arms until I can hear it hit the floor with a thud. At the same time, he has his hands on my hips, bunching up my black dress that just went a few inches below my ass.
My heart plummets within my chest. I start to wonder why, and then realize this is because I haven’t had sex since Sergei – since before my procedure… if that’s what I can even call it.
No.
I refuse to allow myself to think of the hell that Sergei made me endure. I think of it all every time I shut my eyes. I will not think of it all in this moment, not when I can be feeling something other than the pain that is constantly in my life.
His lips return over my own, coating my bottom lip with his tongue, teasing me slowly. He enjoys playing this teasing game with me. For I can tell. I bring my hands underneath his shirt, feeling his sculpted abs as I take it further up his chest, until it’s over his head, and he throws it somewhere in the room. “You’re a little eager, aren’t you, Viper?”
I don’t say anything to his assessment, it’s been far too long, and I have needs. “Shut up and fuck me,” I hiss.
His hands grab onto my hips, driving my dress off over my head, leaving myself exposed bare to him. He can’t see me in the darkness, nor can I see him. The exact way I wanted it. I didn’t want him to see my scars, for they are the ugliest part of me.
“You want me to fuck you like the little ragdoll you are, is that it?”
I take my hands down to his jeans, unbuttoning them, then slowly move the zipper down. In no time, he’s out of them. My hands skim down his muscular thighs, back to the center where I can feel his throbbing cock against my hand. Gently I stroke him, tightening my grip around his cock, and he hisses in the darkness.
I drop to my knees, pressing soft kisses against the head of his cock before I dart my tongue out to tease him in slow, long licks. He groans, his hand on the back of my head, tangled in my dark curls. I open my mouth, taking him in inch by inch all while stroking the base of his cock. He groans through his teeth as I continue to suck and pleasure him, his precum coating my tongue with each moan that passes through his lips. To be honest, I had wondered if I still held the ability to pleasure a man since it has been so long. This right here gives me the confidence I needed.
I take his cock out of my mouth, spitting on it as I move my hand up and down his length.
I knew exactly what it was I was going to say to him, an alpha man like him only needed to hear one thing that I knew would set him off and give me the rough fuck that I desperately needed. “No, I want you to fuck me like I’m yours.”
“You sure you want that? I told you I wasn’t a kind man.”
“I know. I was counting on it,” I tell him, rising from my knees, raking my nails up his body every inch of the way.
He snickers, grabb
ing ahold of my back. He flips me around and pushes me towards the window. “I don’t think you’ll like the way I treat what’s mine.”
I highly doubted that, I thought to myself.
I wait in anticipation to see what he does next. Suddenly, the curtains are drawn open, and I can see the parking lot below us. It is filled with cars, a few people outside talking. The lights are illuminated enough to where we can both see who lies below us easily. It’s then when I realize what he’s on about. “I wonder if they’ll see the pleasure in your eyes while I’m fucking you,”
“I told you no lights!” I snap, turning back to look at him.
He grabs my shoulder, forcing me into the window, pressing my body against the cold glass. My nipples instantly harden, from both the coldness of the window, as well as the pure anticipation that is building within me.
He lifts my leg up, setting it on the air conditioning unit to the right, teasing my soaked lips with his cock. “You’re drenched. Have you been wanting my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” I seethe, hating how he enjoys teasing me over and over again.
“That’s what I thought,” he growls, moving closer against me until I can feel his chest against my back. He rocks his cock against my lips, teasing me even more, until suddenly, he slides himself inside me.
“Oh fuck!” I moan into the window, clenching my hands against the glass that is now starting to fog up from my heavy breathing.
He grinds himself inside of me, hitting every nerve that could give me the utmost pleasure. I was right, it has been far too long. I forgot how good this feels.
“Cry for me,” he snaps, slamming into me, back and forth. He presses his lips against my ear, breathing heavy.
“Blyad,’” I moan, saying fuck in my native tongue.
He moves both of his hands so that one is on my left breast, rolling my nipple in between his fingers, while the other is rubbing my clit in a heat-filled frenzy. The actions combined take me to a place that I’ve never been before, my body heats up like a powerplant on the verge of an explosion.
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