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He’s sitting naked on the edge of the mattress, leafing through a book. It’s one I unsuccessfully tried to read earlier, but couldn’t because this man had fucked his way into my very soul.
“Have you read that one?” I ask, slinking up to the other side of the bed.
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “How many of these had you read before you brought them up here?”
“Not enough,” I sigh. My eyes won’t leave his body. No matter how satisfied he just left me, the sight of this perfect man in all of his glory sends a warm wave of electricity rippling through my body.
It’s like he’s jumped right out of one of these books; the black ink sticking to his skin in the form of his twisted tattoos.
“Well, I think you’ve had enough time to catch up on your reading,” he says.
My heart sinks.
“What does that mean?” I ask, watching how his muscles flex when he stands up.
“It means I’m going to be keeping you busy,” he says, looking over his shoulder at me. That fucking dimple draws a deep fucking crevasse in my heart. A kaleidoscope of butterflies explodes from the new chasm.
Turning around, he bends over and swipes all of my books off of the mattress. They fall to the floor… and then Leonid jumps into bed, replacing the spot where they used to be.
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused.
“I’m getting ready for bed.”
“You… You’re going to sleep here? With me?”
“That’s right.”
I’m not sure what to think about that. Instinctively, my eyes dart towards the bedroom door. It’s open.
“… And what if I try to kill you in your sleep?” I ask, eyes still peeled on the open door.
“Then I’ll pin you down and fuck the will to escape right out of you.”
My toes curl into the soft carpet below as I imagine trying to sneak out after Leonid has fallen asleep. To my surprise, there’s no excitement attached to the prospect, only a cold, lonely feeling.
Plus, I know that there are guards stationed out front. I wouldn’t get far.
… But I could probably make it down to the kitchen… grab a big knife…
The thought dies down before it can get any good.
Leonid might be right. He might very well be able to fuck the will to escape right out of me… he might have already fucked away my will to fight.
“Will you lock the door?” I ask, carefully sitting down on the other side of the bed.
“I don’t see why I should,” Leonid responds. “Do you?”
“No.”
“Good. Then let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.”
“Busy with what?” I ask, my head still spinning from his explosive return.
A devilish smirk curls up the edges of Leonid’s thick red lips. Those dimples deepen and my cracked heart flutters some more.
“Busy with more of what we did outside,” he says. “Busy with fucking.” Then, he claps his hands together and the bedroom lights go out.
Fuck, I didn’t know they did that.
