I roll my eyes because I’ve heard histhe government can’t be trustedspeech so many times I can recite it verbatim, and I’m just not in the mood for it.
“Whatever, Jinx,” I say, pulling him into a quick hug because I do love the old bastard.
“It’ll turn out okay, Charlie. Trust me.”
I don’t bother saying anything. I’ve done my part. I made sure he didn’t get his ass shot on sight, and his decisions from here on out are his own. My conscious is clear. I give him a parting half-hearted smile before Mikhail grabs my arm again and pulls me back to the truck. I watch Artyom speak into some sort of hidden, tactical radio and soon the other men walk out of the woods before getting back into the trucks.
“You don’t have to keep holding onto me,” I say, turning my head slightly but keeping my eyes down. “I’m not going to run off. I’m not stupid.”
“That’s debatable,” he says and then laughs at the angry look I get on my face.
Opening the door, he hauls me onto his lap again, and I brace myself for another long, bumpy ride back to his car. It doesn’t take long before I feel his cock growing hard beneath my ass. My face heats up, and the truck suddenly feels way too small and way too hot. His forearm presses harder against my stomach while he slides his fingers under my shirt to lightly caress my waist. I suck in a breath at the feel of his bare skin against mine.
“Look at me, Charlie,” he whispers in my ear, too low for the others to hear.
I shake my head no and keep my eyes on the woods right outside our window.
He runs his tongue over my earlobe and then nuzzles his nose against my cheek, breathing me in with a long, slow inhale.
“I can still smell your pussy on you, little thief.”
Goosebumps rise on my skin, and I swear the truck is shrinking in size. When he runs his tongue up my cheek, a soft moan slips out, and my whole body stills when I remember that there are four other men in this truck with us. Mikhail gives a soft chuckle and brings his mouth back to my ear.
“Look at me, sweetheart, or I swear I’m going to make you come right here while my men watch you squirm on my lap and you fill this truck with your sexy little moans.”
The heat of his breath tickles my ear and sends a shiver down my spine, mixing with the coil of pleasure that’s quickly building between my legs. When he dips his finger under the waistband of my pants and slowly starts to slide it in further, I give in and turn to face him, meeting his dark eyes just like I swore I wouldn’t. He doesn’t say anything, just gives me that same intent stare he always does as his cock gives a twitch beneath me.
When I don’t break eye contact, he finally gives me a small, cruel smile and says, “Good girl,” loud enough for the guys to hear. My face feels like it’s on fire, so I’m guessing it’s beet red, and when I hear some muffled laughter coming from behind me, I want to just disappear. I start to turn away, but he grips my chin in his hand, keeping me still while he looks at me for a few more moments. Each second feels like an eternity, but he finally lets me go, and I quickly duck my head and keep it down the rest of the way.
At the end of the road, we get back into his Aston Martin and make the drive in absolute silence which is fine by me. Back at his house, he drops me off in my room again, locking the door behind him without a word. I sit down on the bed, exhausted and at the very end of my patience. He comes back a few minutes later and drops off a cup of tea and some clothes.
“You should get some rest.” He tosses the pajama bottoms and T-shirt to me. “They’ll be too big for you, but it’s all I have right now. Feel free to shower. I’ll be back to check on you later.”
He leaves without another word. I look at the pajamas, realizing they must be his, and before I can stop myself I bring them to my nose and take a good sniff. He hasn’t worn them, but I do catch a faint whiff of his spicy cologne. The scent of him should fill me with rage, but it doesn’t. Instead, I feel a warmth spread through my body, even as I tell my body to knock it the fuck off. Knowing it’s a losing battle, I get up and grab the cup of tea. It’s nice and warm and smells amazing. I drink it and walk to the bathroom. If I’m going to be a prisoner in a mansion, I might as well live it up and take a soak in that enormous tub I spotted earlier.
Chapter6
Mikhail
Iwatch her through the security camera feed on my computer, smiling when she smells my clothes and then quickly downs the tea I brought. I expect her to take a quick shower and lie down, but she doesn’t. I groan when I see her start to fill the tub. I’d put enough sedative in her tea to knock her out pretty quickly. I was counting on a quick shower, not a long soak in the tub.
She opens up the new toothbrush and brushes her teeth while the bathtub fills up, and when she starts to undress, I know I should look away, but I don’t. My eyes are drawn to her in a way that defies logic, and I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to, which I most definitely do not. I’m still hard as a rock thanks to her sitting on my lap for that bumpy-as-hell drive. God, the feel of her round ass grinding against me had nearly done me in, that and the defiant glint in her eye when I’d forced her to look at me.
I let out a soft groan when she slips her pants off and tugs her hoodie over her head, leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of panties and a bra. When she unclasps her bra and her perfect tits spill out, I let out an even deeper groan and start to unzip my jeans. I watch as she bends over and slides off her panties, revealing that perfect little pussy I’d fingered earlier. God, just the memory of how tight and wet she’d been has me coated in my own arousal.
Freeing my cock from my pants, I slowly stroke myself and watch her lower herself into the tub. She leans back, letting her head rest on the rounded rim of the garden tub. Her eyes stay closed, and I’m about to get up and check on her, worried that she may have fallen asleep, but then I see her slide her hand under the water. The bubbles may be obscuring most of my view, but there’s no doubt about what she’s doing. My naughty little thief is fucking herself in my goddamn bathtub.
Her lips part in a gasp as she brings one hand to her tits, running it over her wet skin before giving her own nipple a pinch that has me working my hand even faster. I can see the water sloshing around her as she picks up the pace, and I’d give anything to know what she’s thinking about. Is she wishing her fingers were my thick cock, spreading her wide and slamming into her again and again? I turn the audio up, wanting to hear her soft moans even though it’s also a torture unlike anything I’ve ever known.
When I see her hand working even faster, I know she’s close, so I fist my cock even harder, wanting to finish when she does, wanting to share this moment with her even if I’m the only one who will ever know about it. Her breaths are coming in sexy gasps, mixing with her soft whimpers until I hear her moan my name, and that gentle whisper of my name on her tongue as she finds her release is all it takes for me to find mine. Cupping my other hand over the head of my cock, I come with a fierceness that leaves me feeling lightheaded as I paint the palm of my cupped hand with my own seed.
“Fucking hell,” I groan in Russian, feeling my ears start to ring. I shake my head to clear it, but it doesn’t help. I’m good and truly fucked. I need to figure out what in the hell I’m going to do with her. The faster she’s out of my house, the better.
I clean myself up while I watch her let out a small laugh before grabbing the bath sponge and some body wash. Every stroke of that sponge reminds me that even though I just came, I’m far from satisfied. Finally, she sets it down and leans back against the tub again. After several minutes, I see her breathing slow before she finally starts to slip further into the tub.
Jumping up, I run out of my office and down the hall to her room. All I can think about is the sight of her sweet face slipping beneath the water. Unlocking her door seems to take forever, as I silently scream at myself that I gave her too big of a dose of the sedative I’d slipped into her tea. When the door is finally open, I race through to the bathroom, groaning when I see she’s still completely under the water. Reaching in, I pull her out, cradling her against my body while I smack her face gently. The sound of her irritated moan is music to my fucking ears. I let out a relieved sigh and watch her chest, making sure it’s rising and falling as it should.
“You just had to take a fucking bath, didn’t you,zaichik?”