Page 7 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

“What?”

“You heard me. Both of you get the fuck out right now.” They reached for their clothes, but I wasn’t feeling that generous. “Leave them. Leave your fucking clothes right where they are, and get the fuck out!” I was beginning to lose it as the anger wiped away some of the numb in my chest. I was trained to handle any situation with calm poise and to think under intense pressure, and yet I was unraveling at the seams.

“But….”

Moving the gun so it faced the dresser, I fired, and the decorative vase that Shawn had gotten me as a birthday gift one year exploded. Jess screamed as they both ducked and covered their heads like that was going to help.

“That is your only warning. Get the fuck out of my house, and if you dare open your mouth and say our house, I will blow your cock off right now,” I growled at Shawn. “Out.”

They ran down the stairs, and I followed their bouncing asses. Shawn opened the front door and then looked at me. “Anna, be reasonable. It’s a snowstorm. We could freeze.”

“I doubt you’re going to freeze running a block down the street, but here.” I grabbed his car keys off the front entrance table and whipped them over his head out into the snow.

“You don’t need to be a bitch,” Shawn said, and I raised the gun, his eyes going wide.

“Three.” I lowered the gun to point it at his hands, still covering himself, not that it would do any good. “Two.” I took a step forward.

“I found the keys, let’s go, Shawn,” Jess yelled. I hadn’t even noticed that she ran outside naked. Good on her.

The way Shawn’s lip twitched, I knew he wanted to say something. He shivered as he stepped out onto the porch, and I got a tiny bit of satisfaction. I slammed the door in his face and deadbolted it. Marching to where I’d come in, I locked that door, too, and then slowly slid down the wall until my ass hit the floor. Laying the gun down, I drew my legs up and wrapped my arms around my knees, and it was only then that I let a tear fall.

CHAPTER

THREE

SAVANNAH

PRESENT DAY

What the hell had come over me? I wasn’t the girl who let herself be touched as Grigoriy had, and I certainly wasn’t the type of girl who volunteered to give a blowjob in a public space or invite a strange man up to my room, and yet…here I was doing all of that.

I pictured Shawn’s face when he looked at me as he fucked Jess, and it was all the fuel I needed to throw caution to the wind. The massive amounts of alcohol I’d consumed were helping me along, but I knew it had more to do with revenge—what better way to get back at my ex than to have hot sex with someone else? There was something about Grigoriy that had my blood singing, and every other part of me lit on fire. Now if I could only see him clearly through the haze of liquid courage, that would be fucking amazing.

His arm was around my waist, and I leaned into him for support as we walked to the elevator. Fuck he smelled good, and if what I could feel against my hand was any indication, he was fine.

Did I just think he was fine? What fucking year was it? And how would I know if he was fine when I could barely feel my hand?

Wow, I was more drunk than I thought. Was that going to stop me from fucking him? I looked up at the side of his face, and he turned his head and looked down into my eyes. Hell no, I wasn’t turning this opportunity down. His eyes were so dark that they looked like shiny onyx stones, which matched his equally dark hair. Maybe I was going to have sex with a vampire. That would really be a fuck you to Shawn. You get the married neighbor, and I get the immortal being.

“Are you thinking dirty thoughts, Savannah,” Grigoriy asked, and all I could do was stare at his lips. Fuck yes, I was.

“Do I get a cookie if I say yes?”

His eyes glittered like I was going to be in big trouble, and I never thought I would be down for it, but here I was, itching to experience whatever he planned. At this point, he could say he wanted to fuck me with his shoe, and I would find it thrilling.

“No cookies, but I do have a belt that I’m dying to use on your naughty ass,” he said as the elevator came to a stop, It felt like it was going to catapult me through the ceiling, and I ended up wrapping my arms around him tight.

“This will be faster.” I yelped as he hauled me up into his arms, and my pussy cheered like it was a football game.

I was all for feminism. I wouldn’t be able to vote or have my job and the fantastic pay I had without it, but there was something so sexy about a man who would open a damn door and haul you up into his arms when needed. Couldn’t a girl want both things?

Grigoriy opened my door, but I didn’t even remember giving him the key. I was far more wasted than I thought, and telling him to get out would be wise, but there was nothing that was going to stop me from experiencing whatever he was wanting to do. I was the girl who didn’t party, studied my ass off, and had only dated one guy before Shawn. I really thought I would spend the rest of my life with the asswipe. So, for once, just once, my entire being craved to feel what it was like on the other side. To be wild and spontaneous and do whatever I wanted for a change, regardless of consequences.

He sat me down on the bed, and I watched him like a fucking cat would a bowl of milk. Licking every part of his body was on the menu as he peeled off the black suit jacket and tossed it on the table in the corner. This man was the epitome of danger, and I didn’t need to be drunk and alone in a hotel room to figure that out.

He couldn’t be any older than I was, and yet it felt like he commanded my attention. My instincts—as fuzzy and skewed as they were—said he could and would kill me if he wanted to. The rings and tattoos on his knuckles proudly announced that he had either been in prison or a gang or some other seedy organization. All my suspicions were confirmed when he pulled a gun from the back of his pants and laid it on his jacket. I should’ve been terrified and ordered him out of my room, but I didn’t move. Not a single limb twitched.

“I’m going to do what I want to you,” he said, his hands going to his belt. “And I can promise you that at some point, you’re going to scream and tell me to stop.” I licked my lips, and a shiver raced down my spine as he pulled the leather free from the loops on his pants. “But I won’t.” Grigoriy gripped my chin in his hand, getting close enough so I was staring directly into his dark and dominating eyes. “You will scream for me, both in pain and in pleasure, but in the end, you won’t want me to stop. When I leave this room, you will be fully satisfied.” His lip tugged up as his eyes challenged me to tell him differently.