of Type A drug use the cause. And I hated it. But the collar, the damn collar around my neck, controlling my life. The clear sign to everyone in the Wraiths that I was Mistress’s dog, her pet whom she controlled to exact her revenge on anyone who pissed her off. The pet whom Master, Mistress’s brother, let her have, to keep her the hell away from him and his enterprises.
The bitch was poison. A poison that someday I’d destroy.
I wasn’t sure how long I stood in the center of the room, but when I was sure no more rage could flow through my veins I looked over my shoulder and to the little Georgian on the TV screen.
My eyes narrowed. She knew something about Kostava. My mind raced, and my head tilted to the side. She said all her family had died, been massacred, but as I thought of her screams, of her cries, I detected a shake in her voice as she’d mentioned her brothers.
I didn’t doubt that her family had died. But my little kotyonok was lying about who had actually died.
I stepped forward, ready to reenter the chamber. As I did, my body came to a stop. My heart began to pound and my stomach fell.
Realization hit. I didn’t want to hurt the little Georgian anymore; I wanted inside her. I wanted to hear her moan as I took her over the edge. I wanted her to suck my dick as I gripped on to her hair. I wanted her to look up at me with those brown eyes and not to see them filled with hate.
I wanted to feel her small hand back on my chest.
Shaking my head, I tried to refocus, but all I could see was her dark eyes, her pink lips.
Suddenly the image of my sister being fucked like an animal sprang into my mind. My hot blood cooled rapidly.
Keep focus, I told myself. Get the information from this suka, dispose of her body, and then kill Kostava.
Running that thought repeatedly through my head, I unlocked the door to the chamber and walked down the narrow hallway to come face-to-face with the female who had gotten under my skin.
Hundreds of kills and she was the first to have any effect on me.
Her eyes immediately bored into mine. Nothing was said for minutes as we stared each other down. And all thoughts of my sister fled my head, only to be replaced by the little kotyonok.
Forcing myself to move, I approached her and held her head in my hand. Her cheeks were heated, but our eyes met. As they did, that strange feeling once again broke out in my stomach.
She thought me beautiful. She didn’t lie.
The female licked along her lips and whispered, “Water.”
Mistress had taught me to use victims’ wants against them. But as Kotyonok’s beautiful face stared up at me in desperation I wanted nothing more than to get her a damn drink.
Propping her head on my shoulder, her chest against my chest, I reached up to the cuffs on her wrists and unlocked each one. Kotyonok’s limp arms fell down beside her body. Bending down, one of my arms now wrapped around her pinched-in waist, I freed her feet, the heavy chain swinging to the side, the cuffs now lying on the floor.
A strange warm feeling entered my body as I held her in my arms. Her hot breath blew against my neck, and lifting my hand I found myself running it through her long dark hair. The feel of her hot skin rubbing against mine caused a low growl to build in my chest. A wave of possessiveness took root.
Leaning down to the floor, I picked up a bottle of water and watched as she drank the liquid down. Her lips were glistening wet, and I threw the empty bottle to the floor.
Moving to the bare wall at the rear of the room, I walked to the long piece of material hanging to the side and pulled it down. The bed built into the wall immediately fell, its small mattress covered in a white sheet. Pushing the bed to the floor, clicking it in place, I slumped down taking the female with me. As I backed up until I was sitting on the mattress, my back against the wall, she lifted her head.
Her eyes met mine, until they dropped as she inhaled softly. Her legs were apart and straddled over my waist; the feel of her warm heat caused