Something in my broken brain demands I find out what will happen if I reject Mikhail’s demand. “No.”
In a blink of an eye, his forearm is against my throat, my back is to the wall, and his gun is pointed directly at my pussy. “What are you doing?”
“You seem to think I don’t get what I want. You saw what I did in the woods, didn’t you? How easily I killed a man and walked away with no remorse. I’m used to getting what I want, Mouse. So pack your shit.” He glides the barrel along my pussy, pressing the tip right onto my clit. “You want to play Russian roulette, Mouse? I could make you cum with this gun. Fuck your pussy with it.”
“You’re certifiable.”
“Yes, Mouse, we’ve already established I’m crazy. So if you don’t want a loaded gun up your wet cunt, pack a fucking bag.”
I should say no. I should fight. But God help me, this man has awakened something, and I don’t want to let it go.
He cocks the gun, and I jump. “What’s it going to be, Mouse?”
ChapterNine
Mikhail
She probably thinks I’m a fucking rapist and kidnapper. Technically, I didn’t rape her. It was coercion, and I would have backed off if she’d said no. There’s no way I’d hurt a fucking hair on her head in anger or frustration. She said she needs to be scared to come, and I’m going to give her that.
There’s something about being able to be my true fucked up self with her that’s beyond liberating. The girl sings to my deranged soul, and there’s no way I’m letting her go. Meeting the little mouse is like someone setting me free from the bars holding me captive most of my life.
Maybe I wouldn’t be like this had my life not been fucked up. I trained to be a killer before I even kissed a girl. My most impressionable years were drenched in blood, murder, and cruelty.
Growing up without a loving mother or father, my only role model was a ruthless criminal who didn’t even love his own flesh and blood. To Sergei Fedorov, those around him were pawns and foot soldiers used to advance his position of power and persuasion. I was fine with living a life without comfort or joy, but then this little mouse, with her sweet face and smart mouth, caught my eye, and now everything is fucked up and confusing.
She hasn’t said a thing since we left her apartment. Usually, I don’t mind silence. I prefer it, but I don’t like that the little mouse won’t talk to me. I guess I can’t blame her. I did tell the girl I’d put a bullet in her cunt if she didn’t come with me. She doesn’t know I wouldn’t do it. How could she know? All I’ve done from the moment I saw her is be a psychotic dick. She probably thinks I’m a raging lunatic.
I push the pasta across the island to her. “It’s pretty good. I’ve got a chef who comes by twice a week and stocks the fridge.”
She pushes the food on her plate with her fork, her eyes cast down.
“I’m not going to bite you.”
Her head shoots up, and she lifts one eyebrow.
I raise my hands and chuckle. “Okay, I’m not going to bite you at this moment. Eat. And drink your water. You need to stay hydrated after what happened today, and you need some food in you. I don’t want you to get sick.”
“You’re concerned with my water consumption after you threatened to kill me with a loaded gun?”
“Correction. I threatened to fuck your pussy with a loaded gun.”
She pushes her food aside and stands, moving around the table and stopping between my parted legs. Her hands move through my hair in a gentle manner. She trails her hands down my neck and around the edge of my mask. I allow her to explore, but as her fingers move past the edges to remove my mask, my hands shoot up to grasp hers.
I jump off the stool and away from her. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“I want to see your face.”
“No one sees my face.”
She bites her bottom lip, gazing at me. The silence is deafening, and as I’m about to break it, she speaks. “If you want me to stay, you need to show me who you are. You pulled a fucking gun on me. You degraded me. You bit me, scared me, and I let you. I’ll keep letting you, but I need to know who you are. Unless you’re a psycho who wants to play with his next kill before he offs her. Then I guess you don’t owe me shit, but if you want more with me, you need to be real. I want to know what you’re hiding from the world. I don’t want you hiding it from me.”
“No one sees my face. My rules.”
She moves away from me, walking back to her side of the island and then further away to the front door. “Then I’m not staying here. I don’t want anything to do with you.”
Bree
I grab the overnight bag Mikhail made me pack and head toward the front door. But then warm hands encircle my wrist, pulling me back. I turn and see those bright wolf eyes glaring back at me.