Page 11 of Deception

Fuck.

I’m covered in grazes and blood, and where my energy reserves are practically depleted, my senses are haywire. Every little noise makes my heart pound faster until my composure is all but gone and I’m ready to scream for help. Tears fill my eyes because the bastarding hope inside stops me from giving in to the exhaustion. It would be easier—merciful, even—for my body to give up on me. But I’m no coward, and this is not how I leave this earth.

They’re going to come for me.

They’re going to save me.

I’m going to blow this place into rubble.

And I will kill Tomasz Vassily.

His blood will be on my hands.

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TOMASZ

“I’ll survive,” I tell the doctor as he leaves.

Stopping by the doorway, he shakes his head at me. “Take it easy, Tomasz. You lost enough blood.”

Emin is practically part of the family. He and my father are childhood friends. His father was a surgeon, and his son is a surgeon. The Petrovs have served our family for generations, and they’re our first port of call when shit like this happens.

Another shake of his head, and he sighs. “You need to keep her watered at least. The girl won’t last another three weeks like this.”

“Emin,” I laugh at his statement. “Emin…I don’t want her to last. The girl needs to break. My father wants to send a message. Well, this is it. The girl is it. When they get what’s left of her back, they’ll realise that they’re not untouchable. They’re not gods. The world…our worldis not at their mercy.”

Looking out of the window, I watch the huskies pace closer. Their howls are becoming louder as they run around the grounds freely. Nero, the larger of the pack, finds her first. Siberian huskies are as close as you can get to a domesticated wolf. Loyal and smart, you can train them into whatever you need.

“Careful, Tomasz. Lesser things have spurred wars,” he scoffs as he leaves, closing the door behind him.

His words don’t sit right, even though they sound like nothing more than a ramble from an old man. Putting them out of my mind, I get in the shower. The heat of the spray does nothing to mute the whirlwind in my head.

I should’ve killed her today.

Her delicate neck should be snapped, and those probing eyes of hers should be blinded.

Fuck, I should’ve made her bleed.

The dogs should be lapping up her draining blood out there.

“Shit!” My hands slap to the marble wall, and pain throbs through my side as my stitches pull tighter at my skin. Anger deafens all my thoughts as it bellows in my ears.

I’ve never wanted to hurt anything as much as I crave her pain. Although I know better, I wash myself as quickly as I can. This thing inside me wants to watch her fall apart. It’s desperate to witness fear consume her as the dogs taunt her.

The girl is fascinating. Her fire is addictive, and the more I think about it, the harder it becomes to contain it in my veins. She’s poisonous, and every thought of her makes it harder to resist the urge to taste her. To use her. To tear her apart in every way.

“Fuck.” The hiss escapes as I stroke over my cock, imagining the glisten of tears in her eyes.

Red would be breathtaking with tear-bruised eyes, pleading for my mercy while her hands grapple at me, those red claws of hers scratching as she struggles for breath.

My hand squeezes as her scent envelops me, and my mouth waters for more. To taste. To take…and take until there’s nothing left of her. My already pounding heart races as I stroke harder, and my dick throbs as the skin on my neck tingles with the recollection of her breath.

Hot and so fucking tempting. Trembling with her rage. Every time I think that she’s about to snap, she surprises me with more defiance. More strength. And I fucking want it all. I want to own it. Her.

Especially that fucking grit she possesses. It’s maddening, and God, my cock pulses at the thought of fucking it out of her. Of fucking that mouth of hers so hard that she’ll never defy me again.

The buzz of my heated blood rushes down my body, making my muscles quiver with an undeniable ache. A crazed need.

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