Page 15 of Capuleto

I saw our reflection in the mirror on the ceiling, and watching his hairy back, I felt nauseous.

"Think it's Romeo, Nikita, close your eyes and imagine it's him growling on top of you."

His hands caressed my thighs to spread them a little more. He trailed a line of kisses down my stomach while panting from the effort.

The hand movement didn't stop.

The moment of truth was approaching, and my eyes moistened. I couldn't, I just couldn’t!

I had never been with a man against my will. Now I understood that perhaps my father wasn’t so wrong and without a proper motive, I wouldn't have been able to. Yuri's words about how I wouldn't have been able to feign naturally stabbed me like stakes.

Yet, I still felt used. I doubted that feeling would ever go away.

The softened lips had reached my mons pubis. He stood up and took a couple of steps on the mattress to bring his dick closer to its target. He slid a hand under my waist to reposition me and penetrate me comfortably.

I clenched my eyes tighter, swallowed, and just as I felt the touch, the door burst open.

The man roared.

"Don't disturb, damn it! This room is occupied! Didn't you see the red light?" the pig shouted.

"You'll be seeing red lights if you don't stop touching my wife, but it'll be the ambulance lights from the shot I’m about to plant in your balls."

I almost smiled upon hearing R’s voice, which was music to my ears. It was one of the most beautiful things anyone had ever done for me.

"Hey, hey, calm down, man, this isn't your wife, she's a whore. I won her at the auction and paid a ton of dough to be the first to try this hot little pussy. If you want a go, wait your turn."

The frames showed me a splendid Romeo. His anger was so intense that if I hadn't been drugged, it surely would have turned me on.

He approached the pig, yanked his hair violently, and shoved the gun barrel into his mouth to drag him off the bed.

"Wrong answer, asshole. Nobody touches what's mine."

He lowered the gun to the groin and fired.

The shot was glorious to me, and the pig's screams too.

Someone else stormed into the room, maybe the owner of the business, I don't know.

All I could hear were my husband's sweet words assuring me everything would be okay, that he was here now, that he had come for me, and that he would never leave me again.

He untied my hands and feet, took off his jacket, and wrapped it around me.

For a second, I lost myself in his scent and smiled. He lifted me into the warmth of his arms, and unlike when Yuri hugged me, I felt at home.

The drug was taking its toll on me, and on my heart too.

8

The call

Andrey

Ilooked at the name displayed on the phone screen and curled my toes.

It had been nine days since I arrived in St. Petersburg. Nine damn days without hearing from him and eight since I found out that my boss had disappeared. When I received the call from R, I thought it was to tell me that they had caught the bastards who attacked us on the way to the airport, but no. The news was the worst he could have given me.

As soon as he told me, my chest split in two. Koroleva was much more than a boss to me, and if she had been taken, it was because I wasn't there to watch her back.