with your sweet cream coating my tongue, I’d love to do nothing more than to fuck you.”
I can barely keep my eyes open while listening to him. The worst part is even though I know it would kill me, I’d love nothing more than to give Ivan that one piece of me. I’m going to die anyway. I know it. So, I should just give myself to him.
He gives me another lick before moving up my body, coming to press a kiss to my lips. I taste myself on his lips. His face moves away from mine and the smile on his lips fades and turns into a deep frown as if he just remembered something bad… and then I remember it, too.
“We need to get you down to your cell before breakfast.” He looks away, at some random spot on the floor like anything else is better than looking into my eyes. “The doctor will get here right after breakfast. They’re going to get you out of the cell one by one and take you to see the doctor. If the doctor clears you, you’ll go back in the cell, if not… well, you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Okay.” I nod, and he pushes off the bed and brings me a pair of sweatpants. For some reason, I feel like today might be my last time with him. I don't know why but it feels like it.
“I’ll come and get you right after dinner, I promise. Don’t fight them, Kitten. Keep your claws to yourself today. They won’t hurt you unless you give them a reason to.”
I want to tell him he’s lying, they’ll hurt me no matter what, but I don’t.
Ivan brings me back to the cell just in time for breakfast. Dread sinks deep inside my belly like a ten-pound weight as I go back and forth between preparing myself for this checking thing and replaying in my mind what that Yulie guy said.
What if he still sends somebody for me? Or what if he himself ends up getting to me? I know Ivan said he wouldn’t let him touch me, but how true is that? He doesn’t stand outside my cell door all day. Anyone could come in here and get me at any point, and he’d never even know.
I pace the cold floor, unable to sit still. Every day the auction grows closer, and the fact that I’ll have to leave Ivan and go with someone else sinks in. I’m terrified of the unknown, of what could happen tomorrow. I want this entire thing to be over. I want to wake up and realize this was nothing more than a nightmare.
When I hear people in the hallway, my steps falter and I almost lose it. My heart beats so furiously, my chest starts to ache. My body starts to shake uncontrollably, and a cold sweat breaks out over my skin. Male voices meet my ears, then the sound of doors opening, followed by the sound of women crying, and a few screaming.
The familiar sound of my door unlocking fills the room, but I know this time it won’t be Ivan walking in. The door swings open and all air leaves my lungs.
“Hey, bitch, remember me? Big bad Ivan ain’t here to save you this time.” Luca grins at me, and I want nothing more than to fight him. I want to run straight into Ivan’s arms all over again.
“It’s time for you to see the doc. Time to see if you are really as innocent as you look.” Moving impossibly fast, he grips onto my arm with bruising force.
“Let go of me,” I snarl, wanting to fight him so badly it takes everything in me not to. The only thing holding me back is remembering Ivan’s words. Don’t fight them, Kitten. Keep your claws to yourself.
“No can do, baby. Let’s go, or I’ll drug you, and this time, I really will do whatever the hell I want to you.” He looks over my body and even though I’m wearing Ivan’s three times too big clothes, I feel exposed.
He pulls me out the cell door, and I try not to drag my feet as he leads me down the hallway and into a well-lit room on the left side of the hall. There is no door and no privacy whatsoever. It’s mostly empty besides an examining chair in the center and a small table with medical trays next to it.
“Strip,” Luca orders and releases me.