Chapter 17: Chapter 17
I sat behind him twiddling my thumbs together, the feel of anxiety taking over my senses. He looks so mad clutching the wheel tight restraining blood flow to his hands. A vein keep ticking as his face stays faced ahead emotionless. It’s a good day to die young.
"Elijah." I softly call.
Mad eyes glance at me through the rearview mirror and I would prefer to jump out of the speeding car to my death than to be with him in the car. His silence kills me more than when he is mad. I watch him watch me till he took his eyes back to the road. Sitting meekly behind, I wait for my fate to unfold. He drove to a warehouse stopping for second, soon the passenger door opens and in came in a man. Green eyes turn to me observing me in a widen smirk before facing the brooding Elijah.
"So she is mysterious woman you have been hiding from me." He faces me again assessing. "She’s cute." My face scrunches into a frown.
"And stubborn, irritating, feisty, ill-mannered and many more." Elijah adds causing the frown on my face to deepen. I sunk in the leather seat sulking like a whiny child. The man besides him chuckles amused throwing his head back as deep laughter erupted.
"I’m sure you can handle such a minor issue.
"Proving hard to do so." He glares at me through the rearview, huffing I look out the window. Why are they talking about me as if I am not here?
"I need your help." Elijah continues.
"Anything for my brother." Brother? So the slayer of tiny woman has a brother. I thought perplexed.
"I need you to keep an eye on her till I’m back from the conglomerate. Just a few days."
Irritated I say. "You both know I am here right?" They both glance at me the same time. Super creepy. Then faces back ahead. Stupid hot Russian motherfuckers.
"Vlad, I can’t have your woman with me. You know I’m such a manwhore, besides why don’t you take her with you to Russia. What a surprise to see their ugly faces when you walk in with your beautiful queen."
"I don’t want her amongst those slimy weasels. That is not a place for her." He growls.
"Yeah, still here." I interjected making my obvious self known. At the back of my head, I kept thinking about the conglomerate meeting. It is the biggest meeting of the underground families of the world. The only time they all could gather together in peace for a successful year of celebration and crowing of the new heirs. Which means Elijah will take his place fully as the new Russian King. I can't be there. What if someone from Italy recognizes me?
"You already claimed her." His voice snaps me out of me thoughts. "I’m quite sure she can handle herself." He turns himself piercing me with his electrifying gaze which I snarled at him. A crazy smirk crept on his face.
"See?" Glancing at Elijah for a second with a smile on his face. "I told you she can handle herself with the big boys." Now looking back at me. "Can’t you Nia?" Why didn’t Elijah tell me he has a psychotic brother.
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"I am not going anywhere with you Elijah." I follow him into his closet angry watching him take a change of clothes.
"It wasn’t up for discussion." Walking past me to the room. I stomp after him blocking his path.
"I am not your puppet Elijah." Poking his firm chest. Immediately he grips my hand forcing me to look at him.
"When you are used to taking everything with force, it gets hard controlling the monster inside especially if some little girl is proving hard to tame." He growls. "Tell me what were you thinking running to the airport? Trying to escape me?" He mocks me in a slight grin irking me.
"To get away from you, you sick psycho." I scream in his face.
"Psycho?" His face hardens. "I will show you how much of a psycho I am." Dragging me to the bed, I bounce on it at the force of being thrown on it knocking the air out of my lungs. In a blink, I am being restrained to the bed post. My eyes trail to the chains holding me locked in and then to Elijah observing me in a wide smirk.
"I told you to behave; You didn’t. What should I do with you?"
"Fuck you Elijah." I pulled against the chains.
"It will be so much fun fucking you this way." He tilts his head, hands deep in his pockets. My eyes couldn’t help the sinful trail that went down his abs to his bulging dick print. "Tied and vulnerable." His voice held a sultry enticement having me squirm.
Grey eyes follows my trail to his growing dick. "You keep looking at it like you want to touch it? Kiss it? Probably suck it?" I say nothing looking into his eyes.
Walking around the bed to meet me, he crouches low. Smooth hands crept to my cleavage playing with the little space separating my breasts. Smirking, he takes a squeeze which I arch for him a sweet moan flying out. His index went to my nipples rubbing and tugging at it. I bit my lips silencing the moans. My gaze meets his daring greys, my mouth waters in pleasure. "And you call me a psycho; yet you crave for the psycho, your body gets excited from a mere touch, your eyes begs the psycho to give you the pleasure only him can satisfy." he gives attention to the other nipple, showing the same favor. "Now if I am the psycho, what does that makes you? Someone who desires the psycho. Huh?"
His hand takes mine into his burning me with his smouldering gaze. I watch him suck my index and middle fingers slowly pulling out, a sharp bite he gives at my fingers causing me to gasp at the inflicted pain; yet seeming pleasurable as my nether regions responds to him. My gaze left his eyes flitting to his bulge, slowly licking my lips in hopes to contain the moans.
He whispers. "Sorry only good girls touch it. And you my dear have been anything but good. So how about I teach you a lesson." Pulling away unchaining me. I watch him with hooded eyes climbing down from the lustful cliff.
Damn him.
"Clean up and go to bed. I am not coming back tonight." striding to the door.
I swallowed it back in, the hopeless plea I was about to give. One day I will surely give him a taste of his own drug. "Where are you going to?" I ask.
"To fuck one of my good girls." He says closing the door behind him. Red boiling jealousy made me green in the face. I hate him.