Where Darkness Lies
Page 17
He doesn’t trust me.
I get that, but it makes it difficult for me to find a way to end this. Just the thought of that has my stomach coiling. You can’t sleep next to someone each night, and begin to feel what they’re about, then just kill them with no emotion. Dimitri has pulled an emotion from me, and that emotion is confusing and all consuming. And I have to kill him. I have to. There is no choice. If I don’t, I’m risking my family.
I don’t know how I’m going to do it, though.
But I have to. Somehow.
“You’re going back to the room,” Luke says, tugging my arm and bringing me back to right now—I’ve been living in my own head a lot lately. “I have work to do and babysitting isn’t part of my job description.”
“I know that,” I mutter, as he pulls me along. “You didn’t do a very good job last time you were left to babysit me.”
He grunts, but continues dragging me to the door. Dimitri left me with Luke after supper tonight, and disappeared with Livvie. We all know what he’s doing with her, and I’m not sure that sits well with me. Worse, I don’t even know why it doesn’t sit well with me. Luke has been grumbling for the past two hours, and he’s finally decided he’s sick of looking after me. I don’t blame him really, I’m tired of being led around like a damned dog because Dimitri won’t let me drop these stupid cuffs.
“He’s busy,” I point out just as we step below deck. I was enjoying the fresh, salty air.
“Not my problem.”
He takes me to Dimitri’s door, and the moment we get to it, he grips the door handle and flings it open. No knocking. No letting himself be known. Nope, he just swings that sucker open as though he owns the place. I’m scared to look in, because I know who and what Dimitri has been occupying his time with. I gasp when I finally get the courage to look. I see Dimitri on the bed with Livvie. He hasn’t heard the door open, probably because she’s moaning so loudly. He’s pounding his cock into her deep, her legs are over his shoulders and the look on his face is completely expressionless. I press my free hand to my chest and struggle to breathe.
I can’t move, though.
Clearly Luke can’t either because he hasn’t taken my arm and pulled me away.
We watch as Livvie reaches up, going to rest her hands on Dimitri’s chest. He jerks his body, his face scrunching in utter disgust, and then suddenly his hands are curling around hers, shoving them above her head forcefully. “You know the rules—no touching me with your hands. You don’t get to feel.”
I turn my eyes to Luke, who is smirking. He’s finding this . . . funny? He’s watching his boss fuck Malibu Barbie and that’s somehow amusing? I feel my cheeks burning and my heart pounding as I turn back to Dimitri and Malibu. She’s trying to press her lips to his chest now, as if she didn’t hear him tell her no. He lets go of one of her hands and grips her jaw so tightly she yelps.
“What. Did. I. Say. About. Touching?” he growls.
“Jesus, Dimi!” she snaps, jerking her face away. “You never let me touch you during sex.”
He shoves off her suddenly, sending her body sailing off the bed. I catch a glimpse of his cock and holy shit—holy fucking shit—it’s huge. With flaming cheeks, I turn and try to rush off. Only to realize Luke still has my cuffs. I stumble and trip over my own feet, crying out loudly. Luke jerks me back up by my chains and when I look back into the room, Dimitri is staring at us.
“Enjoying the show, Luke?” he grunts, but I can see the anger in his face.
I’m not looking at him, I’m looking anywhere but at him.
Luke snorts and shoves me forward. “Think your girl here was enjoying it more; I could nearly hear her pussy clenching.”
“You jerk!” I snarl as he shoves me into the room.
“Take her,” he says, his tone bored. “I’m done babysitting. Get Wiley to do it.”
Wiley is the other guard-slash-asshole Dimitri has following me around when he doesn’t want to. Though Wiley is a little kinder and more talkative than Luke. Without waiting for Dimitri’s answer, Luke turns and walks out. I can feel my cheeks flaming. He just left me in a room with a naked couple whose sex was just disrupted. That’s not awkward, no, not at all.
“Get out, Livvie,” Dimitri orders, his voice still thick.
“Goddammit, you’re never going to finish satisfying me. That girl is always around,” she grumbles, tugging on her panties as though I’m not standing in the room.
I dare to look at Dimitri, no doubt expecting him to be staring at Malibu’s boobs, but he’s not—no, he’s looking at me. His eyes are trained on my face. Every now and then they slide down to my lips. God, if he keeps looking at me like that, I might offer to take Malibu’s place beneath him. I swallow, inwardly cursing, and turn my gaze back to my feet.
I need new sneakers.
Really, really need new sneakers.
“Move it,” Dimitri barks.
“I’m moving,” Malibu snaps. “Jesus.”
She storms past me, half dressed. I don’t miss the moment when she rams her shoulder into mine. I grind my jaw and try to hold back the string of curse words I’d like to spit at her. When the door slams, I stare up at Dimitri again. He’s still looking at me. Why is he still looking at me? God, have I got something on my face? No, that look isn’t one of humor, it’s a little bit . . . lusty.
I get that, but it makes it difficult for me to find a way to end this. Just the thought of that has my stomach coiling. You can’t sleep next to someone each night, and begin to feel what they’re about, then just kill them with no emotion. Dimitri has pulled an emotion from me, and that emotion is confusing and all consuming. And I have to kill him. I have to. There is no choice. If I don’t, I’m risking my family.
I don’t know how I’m going to do it, though.
But I have to. Somehow.
“You’re going back to the room,” Luke says, tugging my arm and bringing me back to right now—I’ve been living in my own head a lot lately. “I have work to do and babysitting isn’t part of my job description.”
“I know that,” I mutter, as he pulls me along. “You didn’t do a very good job last time you were left to babysit me.”
He grunts, but continues dragging me to the door. Dimitri left me with Luke after supper tonight, and disappeared with Livvie. We all know what he’s doing with her, and I’m not sure that sits well with me. Worse, I don’t even know why it doesn’t sit well with me. Luke has been grumbling for the past two hours, and he’s finally decided he’s sick of looking after me. I don’t blame him really, I’m tired of being led around like a damned dog because Dimitri won’t let me drop these stupid cuffs.
“He’s busy,” I point out just as we step below deck. I was enjoying the fresh, salty air.
“Not my problem.”
He takes me to Dimitri’s door, and the moment we get to it, he grips the door handle and flings it open. No knocking. No letting himself be known. Nope, he just swings that sucker open as though he owns the place. I’m scared to look in, because I know who and what Dimitri has been occupying his time with. I gasp when I finally get the courage to look. I see Dimitri on the bed with Livvie. He hasn’t heard the door open, probably because she’s moaning so loudly. He’s pounding his cock into her deep, her legs are over his shoulders and the look on his face is completely expressionless. I press my free hand to my chest and struggle to breathe.
I can’t move, though.
Clearly Luke can’t either because he hasn’t taken my arm and pulled me away.
We watch as Livvie reaches up, going to rest her hands on Dimitri’s chest. He jerks his body, his face scrunching in utter disgust, and then suddenly his hands are curling around hers, shoving them above her head forcefully. “You know the rules—no touching me with your hands. You don’t get to feel.”
I turn my eyes to Luke, who is smirking. He’s finding this . . . funny? He’s watching his boss fuck Malibu Barbie and that’s somehow amusing? I feel my cheeks burning and my heart pounding as I turn back to Dimitri and Malibu. She’s trying to press her lips to his chest now, as if she didn’t hear him tell her no. He lets go of one of her hands and grips her jaw so tightly she yelps.
“What. Did. I. Say. About. Touching?” he growls.
“Jesus, Dimi!” she snaps, jerking her face away. “You never let me touch you during sex.”
He shoves off her suddenly, sending her body sailing off the bed. I catch a glimpse of his cock and holy shit—holy fucking shit—it’s huge. With flaming cheeks, I turn and try to rush off. Only to realize Luke still has my cuffs. I stumble and trip over my own feet, crying out loudly. Luke jerks me back up by my chains and when I look back into the room, Dimitri is staring at us.
“Enjoying the show, Luke?” he grunts, but I can see the anger in his face.
I’m not looking at him, I’m looking anywhere but at him.
Luke snorts and shoves me forward. “Think your girl here was enjoying it more; I could nearly hear her pussy clenching.”
“You jerk!” I snarl as he shoves me into the room.
“Take her,” he says, his tone bored. “I’m done babysitting. Get Wiley to do it.”
Wiley is the other guard-slash-asshole Dimitri has following me around when he doesn’t want to. Though Wiley is a little kinder and more talkative than Luke. Without waiting for Dimitri’s answer, Luke turns and walks out. I can feel my cheeks flaming. He just left me in a room with a naked couple whose sex was just disrupted. That’s not awkward, no, not at all.
“Get out, Livvie,” Dimitri orders, his voice still thick.
“Goddammit, you’re never going to finish satisfying me. That girl is always around,” she grumbles, tugging on her panties as though I’m not standing in the room.
I dare to look at Dimitri, no doubt expecting him to be staring at Malibu’s boobs, but he’s not—no, he’s looking at me. His eyes are trained on my face. Every now and then they slide down to my lips. God, if he keeps looking at me like that, I might offer to take Malibu’s place beneath him. I swallow, inwardly cursing, and turn my gaze back to my feet.
I need new sneakers.
Really, really need new sneakers.
“Move it,” Dimitri barks.
“I’m moving,” Malibu snaps. “Jesus.”
She storms past me, half dressed. I don’t miss the moment when she rams her shoulder into mine. I grind my jaw and try to hold back the string of curse words I’d like to spit at her. When the door slams, I stare up at Dimitri again. He’s still looking at me. Why is he still looking at me? God, have I got something on my face? No, that look isn’t one of humor, it’s a little bit . . . lusty.
