You game?

 

***Ruby***

 

My hand still throbs where the piece of glass had been lodged. I'm so angry at myself for flipping out. All because of a piece of paper that was stuck underneath the windshield wiper of my car. For crying out loud, it was nothing. Pure silliness. I mean for real, advertising leads to a full-blown panic attack?

Okay, it did state ‘I will find you’. That’s the only thing my mind processed and I jumped to the conclusion that the ones who kidnapped me placed it there. Instead, it was just an advertisement for some kind of app for finding shit, missing persons, family members, partners, or kids that need tracking. I’m losing my mind.  

There I was, hightailing it home from the store with my hands shaking the whole way. That’s when I couldn’t catch my breath and the black spots appeared in my vision. I was running inside and dropped the pickles. Mindlessly I started picking up the shards…mental note: don’t be distracted when  picking up sharp objects.

As a result I have the one person around me that I can’t have near me: Yegor. I know for certain he can and will keep me safe, but on the other hand, I can't let myself trust anyone ever again.

Yegor made me feel safe when he dragged me out of the place they kept me prisoner. I had been kidnapped, tied to a bed, and drugged when he found me. I can remember his voice...one word, and they followed his command. He was there for me. Call it a gut feeling, instinct, whatever…even when I was out of it, his voice, his scent, his embrace, everything enveloped me into a secure, empowering web.

Then he chose to drug me up. Yes, to keep me safe…I knew and understood that  when I was calm enough to think clearly. But it was another stab in the back; a token to never put myself out there again. I needed to protect myself from any emotion or influence. I couldn't be near the guy who in such a short time forged a deep connection.

I didn't even know him at all, and yet it was like our souls recognized their counterparts. Distance. I needed it to build the walls around my heart. I pushed him away but he gave me the keys to his mansion and demanded I stay there. A top of the line security system and everything I needed to get back on my feet.

I had no other option but to accept. Why? Some details are still fuzzy, but I know with  one hundred percent certainty that the fucker who had me kidnapped is still out there looking for me. How do I know this? Because he was supposed to come for me, they were saving me for him. That, and I was about to lose my apartment when I was taken. So now I have absolutely nothing. Brought up in foster care, I have no family to turn to, no house, hell…I don’t even have clothes.

Tarzan, Ford's wife, has become a good friend. She made sure I settled into Yegor’s house and gave me some of her clothes. Yegor set up a bank account for me with unlimited funds but I refuse to touch it. I’m imposing enough on him as it is. I don’t want to take his money.

I’ve been helping Tarzan with some administrative things. She said she needed my help and offered to pay me in return. I know she did it because she knew I needed money for groceries and I wanted to earn it myself. I can’t thank her enough for being there for me.

Truth be told, I haven't completely opened up to Tarzan. I’m pretty sure she's aware of it, and yet she still treats me like her best friend. No judgment whatsoever. She is even teaching me how to defend myself. This has also helped me to relieve some stress. Both from the hard, driven, workout…and from the knowledge I can now kick someone’s ass.

During those training sessions, she curses a lot in Russian. That led me to ask her to teach me that as well. With all these Russian guys around me, it might come in handy to know what the hell they are saying especially when they bark out orders.

I asked Tarzan if Nathan, the doctor, could be trusted. She said she trusted him with her life. She offered to be right there with me when I asked Nathan to do something for me. There were some holes in my memory and to keep myself sane, I needed him to run some medical tests and listen so I could talk things through.

I was hoping to piece together what happened. Or at least cross some stuff off my list of things that had me freaking out, so I could struggle my way through it. I need to process what happened, then set my eyes on the future.

It turns out I wasn’t raped. On one hand, it was a relief I was still a virgin, and on the other, slight panic. I’m still freaking out over the idiot who had me kidnapped, who wanted to rape and kill me. I don’t even know the jackass or why he was dead set on getting me.

Yegor said he and the gang wiped out everyone responsible. But since I was still on that bed, drugged, I was sure the jackass wasn’t killed when they rescued me or went back for revenge. Let’s just state that he never got the chance to pick up the package that he ordered. Me being the package, him placing the order, anonymously.

Well, not so much anonymous, because the only thing I know is his name. How do I know this? Because the guys that took me kept repeating the same thing over and over again. He’s coming for you. Paco Hurtado wants to fuck your cunt and slice your neck. A chill prickles my skin because the memory is so vivid.

“Are you cold? Hungry? Need to lie down? What do you need, Ruby?” Yegor asks while he scans my body with those hawk eyes of his.

And yet another reason I need to keep him away from me. He seems to see everything, read my mind, or my body for that matter. I can’t lie or hold anything back from him. I need to get this over with. Hiding, running, avoiding hasn’t gotten me anywhere.

I need to face this head on. Go after the fucker who screwed with my life. Nathan and Tarzan both stressed that I needed to tell Yegor because he would move heaven and earth for me. I didn’t want to dump my problems on him, though.

Except, how I just witnessed him shooting Nathan in the leg because he performed a medical procedure on me? Yes, somehow I don’t think he would be bothered to track down the man who wanted to rape and kill me.

“What I need is to get laid.” Yes. That would definitely cross off the virgin part, so the next one on the list would be, “And then kill someone. You game?”

Okay, I’m not sure what I was thinking or what I expected when I voiced my thoughts just now…but the sly smile that is spreading slowly on his lips is both creepy and sexy as hell.

His head tilts to the left, a twinkle in his eyes. “In that order, Little Spitfire?”

“Yes, because if I fail to kill him, he might find me again and rape me because he wants my virginity. So yes, it needs to be in that order.” I’m agitated, mostly at myself and how I’m handling things.

Because he wants my virginity. Why did I have to blurt it out like that? Ugh, why didn’t I have sex a long time ago? Maybe then all of this would have never happened. I’ve been trying to wrap my mind around the fact how this guy found out I was a virgin. I mean it’s not like I placed an ad or have it written on my forehead or something.

Maybe it had something to do with making sure no one would touch me because he would know if they did. Doesn’t matter, I need to take care of it. It meaning getting laid and be gone with the virgin part.

Dammit. I should have had this talk a whole different way. With some reason, using my mind, sitting down, and explaining things more thoroughly instead of getting straight to the end game. Ugh, I’m an idiot, and now he’s shocked. Not from the rape part, but the second the word virginity crossed my lips, he actually took a step back.

“Great. Mr. ImmaShootYourLegBecauseYouTouchedHerPussy. You look like you’re ready to run away from me. Go on, fuck off then.” I cross my arms in front of my chest and the instant I do, I regret it due to the slicing pain in my hand. Dammit. My breath hisses out between my teeth.

Yegor closes the distance between us and cradles my hand in his. “Calm down there, hellion. I’d kill for you, no questions asked. I’d whip out my gun and spit a bullet right between the eyes. The virgin part we need to discuss before I whip out my dick and spit cum. Clear?”

“Christ. Take a life, no prob…take someone’s virginity, who’s willingly giving it to you, by the way,…hang on, because I don’t want to taint my conscience. You’re weird.” And too freaking close.

“Just weird? That’s what you’re going with?” He whispers against my neck while his nose brushes along my skin.

A strangled noise leaves my lips because really…I have no words. I know I asked him to have sex, but that’s just shove it in, bounce it around, exchange fluids, and done, right? I mean it’s nothing like what I’ve read in books, all romantic and mind blowing. Fiction and reality can be quite the contradiction.

His hand snakes up my arm, around my neck, and when I feel his fingers tighten in my hair, he murmurs in my ear, “Give me the name, Ruby. The one we’re going to kill…together.”

I don’t even think; I just breathe out the name. “Paco Hurtado.”

Yegor inhales sharply, his whole body goes rigid.

I’ve kept Paco’s name from both Nathan and Tarzan. No matter what, I want to be the one who kills him. I need to do this myself. Except, like I mentioned before, I can’t resist Yegor, and I know without a doubt he would do anything for me.

And here it comes. The guilt that slices through my heart. Am I using him? I don’t know. It’s confusing. Feelings of revenge, hurt, anger…and shit, if he keeps rubbing against me, desire will push every inch of guilt aside.

It’s for that reason my body rocks back against him, and I feel something hard pressing between us. With a growl that rips from his lips, and a bite of pain in my scalp, my head is yanked to the side by the fist in my hair as his mouth slams down on mine.

My teeth capture his tongue that’s brutally dominating my mouth. I might be a virgin, but I’ve been kissed once or twice, and those times don’t compare to what Yegor is doing. He doesn’t kiss…he dominates and hungrily seeks the best strategy to devour me.

He manages to chuckle against my mouth while I’ve still got his tongue pinned between my teeth, tightening before I let go. I try to gather some distance between us, but his hand is still lodged in my hair, keeping my head in place, his body flush against mine.

“Have you finally come to the understanding why I said we need to talk about the fucking first, Ruby? Because you need to realize it will take a little more than shoving my dick through your hymen. It involves mouth fucking, finger fucking, tongue fucking, pussy fucking, dick fucking, and on occasion even some ass fucking. That all depends on what I’m in the mood for and what my woman wants or needs. Sometimes, that isn’t your decision. I’m not an easy man to please, Ruby. I demand and take.” With his fingers clenched tight in my hair, his other hand slides over my neck and grabs my jaw. “Make no mistake, you are my woman. But first we need to settle some things. Then, I will claim you with my dick, and after we both get our fill, I’ll start the hunt for Paco Hurtado.”

Damn. I should be terrified, and yet I can’t wait for this man to stop talking and show me his intentions. His words are doing crazy things to my body. My nipples tighten and my resolve strengthens. I’m done pushing him away.

These past few weeks have been hell and standing here in this very moment…the place between my legs throbs as heat flows through my body. I feel alive. Somehow, the thought of using him to either gain my revenge or ensure my safety falls away. I want to be claimed by him, as his woman.

His inked hand tightens around my jaw. “Are my words sinking in, Little Spitfire?”

Swallowing, I gather all my strength and lean into his tight grip. “Done with the talk now, Studly? Because I’m ready for something else to sink in.”

“Woman. I have been ready since the day I saw you lying on that bed all drugged up. Now that might sound fucked up, and it really is, but right fucking now…I need to decline.” His upper lip curls up in a snarl of disgust.

“No.” Gasping, I realize the mistake I made.

Pushing him away, and then throwing myself at him to demand he fuck and kill for me. I’m disgusted with myself. I want to close my eyes, sag down in misery, and crumble to the ground. Except, that was the old me, before Paco Hurtado ordered his men to kidnap me so he could rape and kill me.

There’s no time for self-pity, and the throbbing in my hand is a reminder I don’t want to live in fear anymore. It’s time for a hunt, tables are meant to be turned. No more freaking deer. I am the hunter. Beware, Paco Hurtado…I am coming for you.

I push against Yegor’s chest. He lets me, but only the hand in my hair falls away, while he keeps the one on my jaw in place. Fine, fucker. Watch me. I wrap my good hand around his wrist while my other hand goes to his face. In one swift move, I push his head back, rotate my body, and throw my elbow over the arm that’s gripping my jaw.

His back is bent due to the pressure of the unnatural angle of his arm, and this allows me to pound my fist on his back. I immediately regret the move, because it’s the hand that’s throbbing from the glass cut.

Screaming out my frustrations, I step away from Yegor, who is clearly shocked. Eyes bulged, his eyebrows arch up a notch before lowering in confusion.

Straightening his back, he steps in my direction. “First, you’re going to tell me why the fuck you did that just now, and then you’re going to fucking tell me where the hell you learned that shit.”

Why do I get the vibe that he allowed me to fight him off? Because he looks like he’s ready to fight an army of trained men to get an answer. Shit. He shot Nathan because he touched me. Even though  it was medically necessary, that didn’t keep him from putting a bullet in Nathan’s leg.

“Why? So you can shoot the person who helped me learn to defend myself?” I seethe.

“Depends.” He growls back.

“On what?” I snap.

“Just fucking tell me so I can decide.” Yegor barks.

Thinking about it, I have nothing to hide. I’d put my money on Tarzan any day. She could totally kick his ass. Or at least give it a good shot. “Tarzan.”

His eyebrows raise and his head bobs in appreciation. “Nice. But that shit stops right now. I’ll be training you.”

I step in his direction and jab a finger in his chest. “Not gonna happen. I don’t need anything from you. I will handle everything myself.”

Yegor curses and mumbles under his breath in Russian. “The only fucking woman I need more than life itself, and she keeps pushing me away.”

Okay, I know for a fact he switched to Russian so I couldn’t understand what he said. Well, shit-for-brains screwed that one up real good, underestimating me like that. “I wasn’t pushing you away a moment ago, now was I? You were disgusted by my offer. Maybe rightfully so, but…”

And…his fingers curl around my jaw again. His eyes are flaming and anger visibly rolls off him. “You understand Russian? Who?”

I roll my eyes. “You and your freaking who all the time. Why does it bother you when anyone does stuff with me? Jesus...”

“Ruby.” His voice is more of a raw grumbling sound instead of my name. “Clearly, my words didn’t sink in when I said you are my woman. Mine. Which fucking means I know everything that involves you and your every need. I wasn’t disgusted by you, for fuck’s sake. I was disgusted at myself, because all I want to do is lower my zipper and sink inside that tight pussy of yours. And I have no doubt it will be tight. Get my drift? I don’t even want to bother with undressing. That isn’t something you need for the first time. It won’t be pleasant, Ruby. My dick is going to hurt you the first time before it’s able to bring you a future of intense pleasure. So, you’re going to be lying on a bed with me worshipping your body with my mouth for a long time. That way you’ll be begging, craving me, to hurt you. Fuck. Let’s start in the shower so my hands can roam every inch of you first.”

“Okay.” That single word slips past my lips. My whole body is already longing and ready to beg, due to the promise in his statement.

Virgin or not, I’ve read enough smut to know what the roaming of hands will entail. I can’t wait to do the same, to touch him, taste him, and take him into my mouth. I’m curious and filled with anticipation.

The place between my legs throbs and so does my hand, each in different ways. My gaze dips to my hand to see why it’s hurting. Blood is seeping right through the bandage Nathan put on earlier.

Yegor’s head drops and his hand falls away from my jaw. “Fuck. We need to take a look at this.” He starts to drag me along with him.

“Might have to skip the fucking shower.” He grumbles in Russian.

“Da.” I don’t know why, but it’s out before I realized I agreed in his language.

He spins on his heel and leans close to my face. “I fucking love the fact that you understand my native language. But I need to focus on taking care of you in a whole different way, and with you speaking Russian? Even if it’s only one fucking word, you have me on the brink of throwing my resistance overboard and fucking you right here. So please, for the love of all that is holy, or just your hymen for that matter, zip it and let’s get that bleeding stopped before my dick draws blood.”

“Okay.” Again, I can only reply with just one single word.

I say it in English, because I don’t want to risk poking the bear some more, because he’s obviously on edge. There’s no other choice at this point. I’ve come to the understanding and realization that there’s only one single option here. It’s time to give him the reins.