Damned: Chapter 5) Fever
He stood there with that subtle curved smirk that played at the edge of his lips.
“Have you ever been spanked, Angel?”
I swung the door in the hope that I would shut him out. I didn’t. He stuck his feet out at the edge of the doorframe, belligerently bursting inside. My blood was a new temperature of chilled and my derriere hurt from the impact it made on the ground. Scrabbling myself up in alarm, he shut the door and burned his eyes onto me.
His lips turned into a lethal scowl and I could almost feel the poisonous heat that was penetrating from this man even though we were a few feet away.
“L-look.” I tried to defend myself taking a step back as he neared.
“I’m looking.” The antagonism never left his stone-hard, gorgeously sculpted face.
Nope. Now was not the time to be checking him out.
His jawline clenched so tightly, it defined how chiseled my soon-to-be murderer was.
“Y-you look nice today. Did you do something to your hair?” I tried to buy some time to get to the phone on the floor to call the police. Something I should have done as soon as I stole the car and drove off. Curse me.
“I’m not in the mood for the shit, Sweetheart.” his voice grazed so viciously, it was more than just alarming.
“Vitaly, I- I can explain.”
“That you stole my car, wallet, and phone and left away with an aching core?”
“Hey,” I corrected, “That is rude. And I was going to say goodbye but you know…”
“You shouldn’t leave those things undone, Miss Donovan.”
The phone was just a few steps away. I could do this.
A sudden thought hit me like a brick on the face and my voice soaked in dread, “What did you do to Cara?”
He gave one of his trademarked low chuckles and looked at me through his long dark lashes, “You should more be worried about what I’m going to do to you.”
In that exact moment, I dashed for the phone on the ground and he lunged at me. We both tumbled and I wrestled at him, although, my petite frame didn’t take to my advantage. His robust arm tightened around my waist as he molded my back firmly to the front of his frame in a sitting position. Being between him, he easily stapled one of my legs down with his and muffled my mouth with his other large hand. I struggled out of his firm clutches but it was to no use. Still, I wasn’t going to give up.
I bit onto his hand and elbowed him in the stomach causing him to release a murderous growl. It was probably the first time I appreciated having bony little elbows. Shrieking, I wiggled my way to grab the phone but he suddenly yanked me by my ponytail standing up. Tears built from the punishing pain I was enduring as he dragged me to the sofa. I screamed but he pushed me face front on the sofa which softened my pleas and pinned my arms behind my back with one of his hands. Taking away the phone, he leaned over on me and pushed away the hair that stuck to my damp chilled neck.
“Hush baby, the neighbours might hear.” he cooed into my ear and kissed my neck with a smirk.
Oh, how I wished the neighbours heard. If only there were any! The surrounding apartments had been vacant for the past few weeks and no one else occupied them. I felt like I couldn’t breathe the way I was being pressed down. In a swift fluid movement, he spun me around pinning me down with his frame.
My breaths were uneven as I gasped for the sudden ocean of air. Noticing my eyes on the phone, he gave a harsh smile and threw it across the room causing it to hit the wall and crack. Now I really wished the landline got repaired. It was as if everything was in his favor.
“You bastard!” I breathed so hard my anger flared to its limit.
“A phone for a phone.” he chuckled.
“I never damaged your phone!”
“Oh dear.” his expression read sadistic.
That was it. Without another thought, I kicked him right where the sun doesn’t shine and was awarded with a sweet pained groan from Captain A-hole. Running to the door, I suddenly tripped on the edge of the rug.
No- no- no!
By this time he neared me, cornering me at the kitchen. Where were the knives when you needed them? Grabbing the only thing I could use to defend myself I aimed it at him- whipped cream.
“Don’t come any closer!” I warned.
“What are you planning to do with that? Smother me with it and lick me up?” he roguishly grinned.
“Shut up!”
“Baby, put it down. Save yourself the embarrassment, you’re tired.”
“N-no I won’t! I won’t stop!” I stated in a yell. The next step he took towards me I did what he didn’t expect. I sprayed it on his face.
Now that’s what I call yummy.
“Donovan!” he growled as I slipped away from him while he ran the creamy goodness out of his face and through his perfectly styled hair.
He quickly walked and stood in a way it was impossible for me to get to the door. Seeing that, I climbed on top of the dining table as if that would prevent him from getting to me.
“Oh don’t tell me you’re mad about a little cream, Mr. Rostov,” I said in a cute baby voice and let out a giggle. Tuning my normal voice back on, I wiggled my eyebrows, “I whipped you nicely, didn’t I snookums?”
“You’re fking insane,” he stated in a matter-of-fact monotone manner.
“Well then!”
Every step he took towards the table, I felt like I died a little. With him being too near, I jumped down but he sprang forward and clutched me by the arm. Only then I felt the sudden ache in my stomach from the kick before. I squirmed trying to get away from him but he was too damn solid. I pounded on his chest to no avail.
Think!
My heart hammer nails into me and I did the grossest thing possible. I spat on him. Definitely shocked, his hold on me slackened and I was able to get away and dash into the nearest bedroom locking the door behind. Only moments after, he pounded on the door
“You better open this fking door right now!”
Wow. I was in deep shit with this man.
Standing a decent distance away from the door, I looked around the room for an escape. There was none. Now I really wished I took Rebecca’s room with the exit window. I’m going to die. I’m going to die! And Satan was right out my door!
There was a loud knock and the door suddenly swung open.
Nope. Satan was inside the room. He was in the room!
Alert! Alert! Alert!
My eyes widened in shock as he grabbed me by the arm and threw me on the bed, stalking like a predator towards me. I never felt this weak. I never felt this helpless.
“V-vitaly.” my voice trembled as I cowered back.
He caught hold of my ankle and dragged me towards him pinning me down.
“This bed is really soft,” he gave a soft laugh, “Don’t you prefer when it’s harder?”
“Well I do use my bed a lot,” I retorted, “All night. You know, for homework.”
The blue in his eyes seemed to flicker. I felt his facial hair graze against my collarbone as he surprisingly trailed hot electrifying kisses up my neck.
Didn’t he want to kill me a minute ago? This man had issues.
“Dirty birdy.” he rasped in a chuckle.
“If you’re going to kill me then do it quick, I’m on a busy schedule right now.”
“Who said anything about killing you?” he replied with an easy laugh, “I have other plans for you.”
No. I had to fight back. I had to!
With that determination, I clawed at him and trashed against his body. Slipping away, he caught me back. I was probably like some kind of slippery fish. I trashed, kicked, clawed, hit, slapped, spit, and even tickled. I wrestled only to sit on top of him yet he kept a firm hold on me so it was basically useless.
“Why don’t you just give up, Angel?” his voice was tired and held a bit of pity, “I already have you right where I want you.”
“No,” I stated firmly still struggling.
With a sharp fluid movement, he pushed me back against the walk. Pinning my hands above my head with one of his hands, he used the other to mute me.
“You don’t realize the seriousness of the matter, do you? You ran away because you knew I killed a man. I don’t know if you got this into that head of yours yet, but I didn’t come to play duck-duck-goose with you. I’m in the fking Mafia Katherine, so the sooner you realize that this isn’t child’s play then the easier it would be for both of us.”
I quivered under his hold but he continued, “And it’d be a shame if anything were to happen to that aunt of yours. What was her name? Oh, Jean right?”
Upon hearing this, my eyes widened and my heart felt like the sinking Titanic. He gently pulled his hand away from my mouth and grazed his thumb over my full pink and swollen lips.
“You wouldn’t dare.” my voice was aching and soft.
“I would.” he fluently replied dropping my hands from above my head.
I couldn’t let him hurt my Aunt. I couldn’t. He was in the Mafia, he killed people. I had a murderer on my bed. What a night!
He suddenly eased himself on the bed, sprawling off. Taking a gun out of his pocket, he played with it as if it was some sort of toy ignoring a frail-looking me next to him, “Make a choice Angel, I don’t have all night.”
Why was he like this? Why could he be the man he tricked me into thinking he was? It was a cruel thing to do. He’s a sardonic deranged bastard. The detest I felt for him right now would shake the world. Hell should just open up and take him back. And the worst part was that I had no choice.
“Well?” he asked raising both eyebrows impatiently. For some reason, I couldn’t help but notice how his black T-shirt highlighted how defined he was, while his jeans gave him that rough masculine look.
I moved, trying to get off the bed to compose myself to give an answer but accidentally fell on him.
“The amount of time we keep ending up like this, I’m beginning to think you like being on top of me,” he smirked.
“Shut up ice cream head.”
Before I could move another muscle, he looped an arm around my waist stapling me to him.
“I have to admit baby, you have stamina.”
“Vitaly,” I warned with a scowl.
“My patience is beginning to wear thin, Sweetheart.”
With a tired sigh, I pressed my head into his chest, “I hate you.”
“I know.” was all I heard him chuckle.
He came out of the bathroom, drying his hair with the towel while I sat impatiently on the sofa.
“How did you know my Aunt?” I asked snapping my head towards him.
He took a seat next to me and shook his head with a smile, “I know a lot of things, Miss Donovan. When I want something I make sure I get it.”
“Want?”
“You.” he grinned.
“Please.” I scoffed turning away from him, “Don’t toy with me Rostov, you’ve done it enough.”
A subtle silence drifted through the air but he broke it with a question,
“Why did you leave, Katherine?”
“Why would anyone who’s kidnapped want to leave?”
“You weren’t kidnapped.”
“Fine, I mean manipulated and locked up? Better?” I deepened my frown still not looking at him.
“Why did you run away?”
“Why won’t I?”
“Look at me Katherine, and tell me why.” he asked again, “Say it.”
He knew why. So why would he want me to say it?
“I don’t know,” I mumbled sinking back into the fluffy sofa.
“You were scared.” he corrected locking eyes with mine, “Weren’t you?”
“If you knew then why the hell would you ask?”
“I want to hear it from you.”
“Fine!” I snapped irritated, “You’re right! I was and I still am. I’m terrified Vitaly! Is that what you want me to say? Are you done feeding off my fear now?”
I tried to make it sound sarcastic, but my voice wasn’t able to. It felt raw. It felt real. I was hurt and I was lying to myself if I said I wasn’t.
Tilting my head towards him, he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and intense blue eyes,
“You don’t have to be afraid of me, Angel.” His voice was surprisingly tender.
I slapped his hand away from me, “Stop it!”
“Katherine.”
Bringing my feet up on the sofa, I curled myself in a ball, hugging my legs. I turned away because I knew my eyes were getting damp. I didn’t want him to see me like this.
“You threaten me and tell me I don’t have to be afraid. Are you in your right mind?”
“Listen to me, Katherine,” he shifted closer to me, “I don’t want to resort to killing you. I really don’t.”
“Then?” I asked turning to him.
“I need you, baby.”
“What?”
He seemed to contemplate whether he should continue but he gave a sigh and did, “I told you already I need you to help me find your brother.”
“Can’t you find him the same way you found me?” I scoffed.
“I can, but the rate at which he’s traveling it would take a while. But with you, I have a plan.”
“You’re asking me to help you find my brother so you can kill him.” my voice broke.
“No.” he stood up and shrugged, “I admit, my last deal wasn’t reasonable.”
“It wasn’t.” I backed.
“I’ll make you a fair deal then.”
“I’m done with these deals, Vitaly.”
“You’re forgetting what position you’re in right now, Miss Katherine.” his voice turned a little sterner.
I hushed, feeling the helplessness devour me.
“Listen,” he continued, “I don’t give a shit about your brother. Sure I want to kill his sorry ass but I’ll try not to resort to that- only for you.”
“Why?” I arched an eyebrow in confusion.
“You want him alive, don’t you?”
“Yes… but I don’t understand-”
“Your brother stole a file from me,” he answered, “I don’t want your brother, I want that file.”
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