Damned: Chapter 11) Rush
He unlocked the door to the house and walked up to the room.
“Get some rest, you must be exhausted.” He said to me while ushering me inside the room.
“What about you?” I asked.
He was tired too. I mean, killing two men does take a lot out of a man right?
“You want me to sleep with you?” he chuckled.
“No, no that’s not what I meant. I just thought you would have been tired as well.”
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
Well I guess he killed them with a gun so maybe that wasn’t so tiring.
When he left the room to do God knows what, I plopped myself on the bed. Damn, I really needed some rest. I tossed and turned until I found myself in a comfortable position and succumbed into a blissful sleep.
The sudden sound of a glass shattering threatened my eyes to open fully. Stretching lazily on the bed, I felt for his wristwatch at the small table at the side. My shutting eyelids were able to squint at the time. I’d been asleep for about three hours.
Getting off the bed, I drowsily stumbled towards the mirror and ran a hand through my hair. The place seemed awfully quiet. Walking out the room and along the hall, I heard distant chattering coming from a room afar. Vitaly stood firmly with arms folded next to Mikhail and Sevastian while Nikolai sat at the sofa with two other men. The old man who lived in the house as well entered from another room along with three other strange men. I shrugged my curiosity out and decided not to interfere with whatever was going on in there because last time it didn’t end too well. With a deep breath, I turned around to walk away when I saw Maria from afar limping towards me- towards the room.
“Maria?” I asked rushing up to her and taking note of her bloody knees, “What happened to you?”
“It’s- it’s fine madam. I just slipped and fell on broken glass. I’m fine, it’s nothing major.” She tried to reason yet the tray of drinks in her hand was shaking terribly.
“You’re not fine. Maria, you need to sit down.”
“No, miss, I have to serve these drinks to them.” she faked an ‘I’m okay’ expression.
That wasn’t going to cut it. I took the tray from her and shot her ‘the look’.
“I’ll serve it to them.”
“Please Miss Donovan, you can’t. He’ll be mad if I allow this.”
“I’ll handle him,” I stated and turned around to walk towards the room.
Stopping at the door of the room, I scanned my eyes around one more time. I honestly didn’t want to go in there but I’ll do it for Maria. Before I took a step in, Vitaly’s eyes locked with mine.
Oh, dear God.
I felt a bit tense as he kind of had a warning look directed towards me.
Well, forget him.
I looked away and walked in as casually as possible towards him.
“Drinks?” I smiled in the cutest way possible.
“What are you doing here?” he frowned and asked in a hushed harsh tone.
“Maria got hurt. I’m just helping out.”
“You’re not supposed to be here. Place the tray on the table and leave.”
“Okay, daddy.” I teased with a soft laugh.
Mikhail shot me a sharp look.
Hmm, guess he didn’t like being my uncle.
I walked across the room to place the tray on the small table when one of the men began speaking again.
“Rostov, so what do you think?”
“I think you’re just wasting my time.”
“We’ll sign the contract though and take the girls.” Mikhail interjected, “The last thing we want is to have three foreign girls running around relating what happened to anyone else.”
One of the men got up and placed the folder on the table near me while taking a drink from the tray, “And if they don’t fit in well?”
Sevastian, who was sitting on the sofa, made a soft chuckle, looked at Vitaly and back at the man, “We’ll just kill them. No need for wastage of resources right?”
Wait.
What were they talking about?
Were they pimping girls out or something?
Whatever this was, it was wrong. No woman should be treated like this. They aren’t resources nor are they assets to anyone. We have our own rights and no man should try to treat us as if we’re inferior. You can’t buy a woman. You earn her through trust, respect, and loyalty.
My inner feminist was getting the best of me and boy did I want to smash some plates on their heads right now.
If they sign that contract then those women’s lives would be ruined. This isn’t what the future should be like.
This was not okay.
I had to do something.
Think Donovan. Think.
Looking at the tray on the table, an idea struck me.
Rip that bloody contract in half and flush it down the toilet.
Okay, well maybe it wasn’t such a genius plan but it was just a thought. For now, all I had to do was get the folder, get away from everyone here, and then think of something.
As all the men’s attention was back on one another and they discussed their ‘matters’, I neared the table with the drinks again and placed the empty glasses on it. Quickly, I slipped the paper that was in the folder under the tray and took it up.
Turning around casually, no one’s attention seemed to be on me, that is until Vitaly suddenly locked eyes with me. Dear God. I hope he hadn’t seen. I was almost fully convinced that he had but he nonchalantly drifted them back to the others in the room. He didn’t. Thank God.
Trying my best not to be suspicious, I exited the room and hurriedly rushed back into his room. I carelessly placed the tray on the small table and scanned my eyes over the paper I took up. To my horror, my fear was confirmed by what was on this paper. Nothing was even legal and everything smelt of bad news. Well, nothing was good news with that man but this was beyond not okay for me.
The sound of someone’s sudden footsteps brought me to my attention. Rolling the paper together, I was about to shut the door close with he suddenly walked in.
“Vitaly?”
“Angel,” He smiled.
Hiding the paper behind my back, I took a cautious step back as he neared me.
“W-why are you here?”
“Because you’re here.”
“Excuse me?”
“Katrina, I was thinking about you.”
“About me?” I arched an eyebrow.
“Did you sleep well?
“Wonderful.” I smiled nervously.
He calmly stalked towards me until my back hit against the bookshelf.
“Um, shouldn’t you be with the others?”
“I’d rather be with you.” He smirked.
Well, I’ll be damned.
He freaking knew.
I tightened the paper behind my back and swallowed nervously.
“What’s that love?” he eyed the hidden hand behind me.
“Nothing,” I smiled and tried to edge away from the bookshelf.
Vitaly gave a soft low chuckle and suddenly caged me in with both arms pressed firmly against the shelf. Slightly startled by that, I felt my heart almost dropped.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Angel?”
“Yes.”
“And what’s that?” he voice was gentle with menace.
“I use your colognes and slept in your shirt once with no bra because it made me feel all hot and bothered,” I replied in one quick breath and tightened my eyes.
Squinting my eyes back open, Vitaly honestly seemed to have a surprised look upon his face but it soon faded into a tired frustrated expression.
“I’m not talking about that Katrina. Just be a good little girl and give the paper to me.”
“No.” I frowned.
“Sweetheart, you’re testing the thin line I placed between us. Give me the fucking paper.”
“No.”
“Donovan,” he growled in a hushed voice, “Don’t make me do what I want to do to you.”
Now, I must be screwed in the head because for some odd reason I found that insanely sexy.
No.
Focus idiot.
He’s the bad guy.
“Don’t you dare threaten me, Rostov.” I knitted my eyebrows together angrily.
“I’m asking you one last time-”
“-You can ask all you want but I’m not giving it to you. This is wrong. What you’re doing is wrong. How you treat women is wrong. Hell, you’re the definition of wrong!”
“Katrina.”
“You’re a sick man! Men like you should suffer in the worst possible way. And this contract-” I raged rising the paper between us, “Would happen over my dead body.”
And with that, I tore it in half.
In a swift fluid movement, he pushed me hard against the shelf with an iron hand at my throat.
“I tried to be nice.” He seethed, “You have no idea of the things I could do to you, Katrina. You’d be wishing you were dead.”
“You’re-hurting me- stop it!”
Releasing me, he angrily glared at me for more than a few seconds when a voice suddenly interrupted.
“If you’re done playing with your Barbie doll Vitaly, we have more important matters to settle in the other room.” Mikhail scowled.
Rostov kept his murderous look on me and spoke, “I’ll be there.”
As Mikhail walked out, he brought his hand back up to my face and tilted my chin brutally towards him, “Hear that baby, we’re going to be playing when I get back.”
With that, he pushed me aside and turned to exit the room, locking me in as he left.
This was not good.
My panic mode was now officially activated.
Did I regret tearing that paper in half? Hell no.
Did I regret letting my ego get the best of me? A little bit.
I walked around the room for more than an hour trying to find ways out of his hell. This was literally the same shit, just another day. God, I wanted to kill him. Why the heck did my brother ever have to get involved with people like him? Wait until I meet Anthony again, he won’t hear the end of this.
Well, on the bright side, at least Vitaly didn’t tell Mikhail at the moment he saw us. I liked my organs just the way there are right now.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I nervously fiddled with the end of my T-shirt. I’m not going to bathe and risk Rostov walking in on me. God knows what he’s going to do. Was I scared of him? I pondered that for a moment. Yes? The only scary thing about this was that I was not afraid of him as much as I should be. Dear God, what was wrong with me?
Damn, I needed a cookie.
Or maybe some ice-cream?
Ice-cream sounds wonderful.
Or better yet, cookies and cream ice-cream.
Yes, that’s perfect.
That’s what I needed.
Cookies and cream ice-cream.
The door suddenly opened and the devil in human form entered and locked the door.
“Vitaly,” I tried to reason as he walked closer to me.
“Katherine.” He calmly stated.
“Let’s not go there.”
“Where?” He asked wickedly, peeling his shirt off and tossing it to the side.
Dear God, the monster was lovely.
I grabbed the pillow in defense and tightened my eyes as he neared me but opened them back when I heard the bathroom door shut. Keeping the pillow as my armor, I stood my ground. What the heck? He came out after a minute with grey sweatpants on and a black T-shirt. With folded arms, he stared at me.
“What were you planning to do with that pillow, Donovan?”
“What’s with you?” I asked ignoring his question cautiously, “Aren’t you mad at me?”
“Do you want me to be mad at you?” he chuckled.
“I don’t care but I’m pissed at you.” I frowned, sitting back down on the bed.
“Are you?” he smiled and stooped to my level, “I’m sorry, forgive me.”
What the fudge?
I blink, astonished at his bipolarity.
“What kind of drugs are you on, Rostov?”
“As shocking as this sounds Angel, I’m a clean man in that context.”
“Clean,” I scoffed.
“Squeaky” He winked at me.
No. Don’t laugh. Do not laugh Donovan.
I bit my lips to prevent myself from doing so.
“I shouldn’t have done what I did.” He frowned.
“Stop it.” I scowled, “Stop being so freaking charming. I’m not falling for your crap.”
“That wasn’t my intention Angel. I just…”
He seemed lost for words- almost sincerely regretful- so sincere that I felt my heart breaking. His eyes seemed to be a little too hurt. There was more to this man that honestly met the eye.
“Whatever.” I sighed and turned away, tossing the pillow to the side.
At that sudden moment, he scooped me into his arms.
“R-rostov! What are you doing?” I panicked as he carried me through his hall to the room where he worked out.
“You need some help.”
“I?” I scoffed, “I need some help? You need some help buddy! You lack help! You’re the help-lacker here! Not me! Put me down!”
Within a second, he dropped me on the thin soft mat on the ground.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” he chuckled wickedly.
“I knew it was too good to be true.” I mumbled, angrily getting myself up and facing him, “Why’d you bring me here?”
“You’re too weak, Donovan. It’s frustrating.”
“What?”
“I meant, if someone other than me had seen what you had done. How would you have defended yourself? You should be thankful that I spared you. I do that too often now.” He frowned.
“Are you still mad at me?”
He looked at me for a moment and turned to the side tiredly, “No, but don’t test me again else I could easily substitute you for those girls.”
“You wouldn’t do that.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” he stated with a soft laugh and threw a long stick thing at me.
“What’s this?”
“A staff. Hit me.”
“What?”
“I want you to try and hit me with it.”
“But-”
Before I could say another word, he hit me on my calf with his, “Ow!”
He smiled at that.
“Sadistic freak.” I mumbled angrily and tried to swing the staff at him which he effortlessly blocked, “Can I use a lamp instead? I’m much better domestically trained.”
He laughed at that, “Tell your killer that.”
“My dear killer,” I smiled and swung that staff at him again, “May I please hit you with a frying pan?”
He didn’t answer.
“Mikhail would have killed me, wouldn’t he?” I frowned as he pushed me against the wall with the staffs between us.
I felt something oddly hard against my tummy but he suddenly pulled away.
Furrowing his eyebrows at my question, he scowled, “No. Not as long as I’m here.”
“I don’t understand this whole business you’re in.”
“That’s good.” He stated with a subtle smile and I surprisingly blocked him.
“No, it’s not. What you were about to do Vitaly isn’t right.”
“Everything I do isn’t right, Katrina.”
“Why the hell do you keep calling me, Katrina?” I asked, with my anger finally flaring.
“Does it bother you?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He smirked and hit me on my behind with the staff causing mine to drop to the floor.
“Bastard,” I mumbled officially pissed off.
He suddenly pushed me against the wall again.
“You just like pushing me back against this wall, don’t you?” I frowned.
“You’re kind of cute when you’re helpless.”
“I’m even cuter when I’m kicking your butt.” I rolled my eyes.
“Feisty. It’s adorable really.” He smiled.
I felt the hard object beneath his clothing when I realized what it actually was.
Slowly, I slipped my hand under his clothing and clasp the object in my hand, gently tugging it.
“Good girls don’t play with that.” he chuckled.
“Who said I was a good girl?” I laughed and punched him in the face.
He released me and said something in his native language angrily.
“I hope that means, ‘Katrina is a beautiful, smart, and badass woman’ Rostov.”
“That’s exactly what it f*cking means.” He growled at me.
“Can you not be so rude to me candy-cane?” I teased when suddenly he pulled me towards him, locking me in his arms.
To be frank, I had enough of being the weak one here. I honestly didn’t know where I got the energy from but I pounded on his chest and jumped on top of him, babbling nonsense like a little girl throwing a tantrum. I pushed him to the ground and just when I thought I was winning, he pinned me down. Hovering over me, I hit him on the chest continuously and went on with my shouting frenzy. That’s when I suddenly felt heated lips crash against mine, absorbing my scream.
His lips felt like not what I expected at all. It was hot, demanding, and sinfully drugging. The man devoured me, owned me, and controlled me and the sad part was that I didn’t care. So much for inner feminist. I arched myself up to him, and tasted the devil himself as I twisted my fingers into his long thick hair- gently tugging. He chuckled into the kiss and it sent a warm pleasurable vibration throughout my goose-bumped body.
This man was sending me insane.
Just when I thought he would stop, he didn’t. His tongue drifted over mine teasingly and he bit my bottom lip, gently pulling. With his hand on my hip, he eased me back down on the soft rug while I slipped my hand under his shirt. Slightly pulling an inch away from me, I smiled contented that I got what I was trying to get all this time from beneath his clothing.
“I win.” I breathed softly with an innocent smile and aimed the gun at his chest.
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