Ravage

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 my dick to twitch.

I watched her in fascination as she blinked in the room and the mattress we were sitting on. Licking her lips, she faced me and, without meeting my gaze, said. “We are on a real bed.”

My hand was still in her hair. As she spoke, my hand trailed down over her neck, then down over her shoulder. Once I’d reached the end of her arm, my eyes were drawn to her hard nipples. Gripping on tightly to her waist, I dragged her slight body farther up my torso, until her hard buds were in front of my mouth. My hips rolled, my balls aching, as I leaned forward and flicked the tip of my tongue over the red flesh. The female’s breath hitched and then became heavy. The flesh around the nipple bumped and hardened. On a low groan, I wrapped my mouth around the mound and lapped at the nipple.

She froze, and when I looked up she winced. Releasing her tit from my mouth, I reared back and studied her body. Seeing me watching her, the female bowed her head and whispered, “I am aching. My body feels … strange.”

This breathy timid admission saw my heart swell in my chest. She was hurting. I knew from personal experience what the body felt like after being tied up for hours at a time.

Without noticing, my hands had lifted to her arms and begun massaging the aching muscles. When she released a pained moan, my attention snapped to what I was doing and I pulled back my hands. Anger swept through me. I was meant to be torturing her, making her reveal what she knew about Zaal Kostava. Instead I was trying to make her feel good.

My arms had locked at my sides as I fought to calm down when a shaking hand landed on my cheek. Every part of me stilled, and when I looked up it was the little Georgian’s hand. Her eyes were shining, her lips were trembling, but she didn’t say anything.

The way she was looking at me, the closeness of her body, unnerved me. No one but Mistress had ever gotten this close. I had seen no one but Mistress and the Gvardii since I was captured at the age of twelve. Mistress told me I was thirty now. I had seen no one but Mistress and the Gvardii for eighteen years.

The female sat on my lap, her legs wrapped around me. Her naked beautiful unmarked skin pressed up against mine felt better than anything I’d touched in my life before.

But her hand on my cheek was fucking with my mind. Her touch, her soft touch on my face, was bringing me to my knees.

Her throat moved as she swallowed. I waited. I waited, holding my breath, for her to speak. With another lick of her lips, she finally said, “That felt good.”

My stomach flipped, shots of fire traveling down my legs. Unclenching a hand by my side, I brought it forward to land on her free arm. The fingers on my face clasped my skin harder as my fingers wrapped around her biceps and began massaging the skin. The female groaned deeply. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her lips parted and I watched as an expression of relief spread across her face. At the noises slipping from her mouth, I worked harder on her muscles. Her small body bowed forward, and as it did her hand stroked forward, until it clasped the back of my head. Taking my other hand, I placed it on her other arm and worked that muscle, too. The female’s eyes fluttered shut. As more noises slipped from her mouth, my hips began to roll, the feel of her hot pussy growing wetter by the second pressing on my skin. My cock began to throb.

“That feels so good,” she murmured.

I squeezed my eyes shut briefly, fighting back the pressure building in my balls. Her fingers dug into my head. As another groan left her mouth, I gripped her arms and turned her round. The female stiffened in fear, but I planted her over my dick, my hard flesh slipping between the crack of her ass, sliding forward to be coated with her wetness.