Page 98 of The Tsar's Obsession
With a loud grunt, Kirill hauled a tied-up and unconscious Dmitry into a chair. “Fuck, he’s heavy!” he complained, but it was all music to my ears, and I giggled. At a time like this,I giggled.Poor Jeremy was half catatonic, merely observing the events in front of him.
“Okay, baby, which part do you think we should start with?” Kirill took his spot in front of Dmitry, the switchblade that pierced my skin now in his hands.
“Wake him up first.” Kirill followed my instructions without question, landing his palm on Dmitry’s bloody cheek. His head whipped to one side, but he slowly blinked his eyes open, quickly beginning to realize the position he was in.
“No more lectures, Dima?” I taunted him once he figured out that the rope in his mouth would only allow him to grunt and moan. He jerked violently, both Kirill and I waiting for him to appreciate the turn of events.
My smile was unhinged. I felt it, but my glee couldn’t be contained. “You know what, baby? Start with his finger. The one that he used to put the knife in me.”
Pain was warping my mind. Nothing felt real anymore. A piece of my body was carved out of me. I was held down on thecement floor, seconds away from being raped by one or multiple men, and,fuck,was I thirsty for revenge. The recurring nightmares that I was bound to have from what we were about to engage in seemed worth it.
“Whatever my Sunshine wants,” Kirill’s deep voice boomed. Wasting no time, he took a step behind Dmitry, working his black magic.
The guttural, muffled scream that left Dmitry’s chest infiltrated all of me. His reaction was surprising considering how easily he inflicted pain on others. I didn’t want to hear it, so I turned the laptop back on, turning up the volume on the video.
Kirill's head popped up from behind Dmitry almost instantly. He stared at the screen, the realization slowly dawning on him. “Is that us?!” he asked incredulously and emerged from behind the sicko’s back holding a thumb, bloody and real.
“You’ve been recording us?” Kirill snapped his head to a fading Dmitry. “That’s sick, you know that?” He lectured him, but Dmitry was crying and shaking against the ropes, his pitiful muffled screams starting to annoy me.
Kirill’s eyes latched onto something behind me, and he took a few quick steps to rip the duct tape off Jeremy’s lips. Without a word, he slapped it haphazardly over Dmitry’s mouth, for no particular reason.
Before the moment was over, I turned the volume full blast and, with Kirill’s help, leaned over Dmitry to speak into his ear. He kept his eyes closed, breathing heavily and whimpering loudly.
"This is my favorite part,” I murmured in his ear. “Where I get to enjoy my boyfriend inside me. You know, besides being a fucking demented coke head, you could have had a normal sex life. But no, you chose the path of true insanity and sadism."
My smile was genuine and unstoppable, and I leaned back onto Kirill as we enjoyed the moment together, the moans and the images of the video providing a filthy soundtrack. The video played, and our passion and chemistry practically jumped off the screen. Damn,we looked good together.
I watched how our bodies tangled, and Kirill’s arms locked around me, supporting me as I rode him. My body melted into him, and our foreheads touched in intoxicating closeness.
Fuck, I missed him. I missedus.
Inspired by the images on the screen, my love’s arms snaked around my waist, securing me in place. Right where I belonged. “I love you so much, Sunshine. Will you forgive me?” he whispered into my neck, soft, pleading. “Please come back to me. I can't live without you."
Dmitry’s pained grunt was our only interruption, but Kirill paid him no attention. Instead, he stabbed the switchblade into his shoulder, still holding onto me and waiting for my answer.
Together, we were untouchable.
“I love you too, baby.” My eyes fluttered shut, drowning in his scent, his warmth, his strength. “I'll forgive you, but…you'll have to earn it."
I interrupted his smile with my lips, the kiss hot, sweet, and depraved. God, I couldn’t detach myself, so thirsty, so starved for him. Reality echoed somewhere in the background, and there was one last thing we needed to do.
Reluctantly, I pulled away and shut the laptop.
"You were going to teach me how to shoot," I mused, my voice carrying across the space, making sureeveryoneheard me. "We never got around to it, but now seems like the perfect time for a lesson, don’t you think?"
Kirill laughed easily, his chest rising and falling. "I love your sense of humor, baby.” His eyes were dark, feral. Confident. “This is the perfect time. Come.”
With his help, I hopped over to stand right in front of Dmitry, the discarded gun from earlier now in our hands. Kirill’s chest pressed into my back, always supporting me. “This is the safety. You have to remove it before you press the trigger—ooof, yeah, baby, just like that,” he groaned, sucking in a sharp breath throughhis teeth. “You look so good like this,” he whispered, lifting up the weapon to point right at Dmitry’s head.
I caught the look in Dmitry’s eyes, shutting mine in response. Kirill’s hands settled over mine, his finger covering mine on the trigger. "On three," he murmured against my ear, the instruction absolute. “One."
Together, we pulled the trigger. One single shot—the perfect ending. Dmitry’s body crumpled, lifeless, and my head fell back onto my man’s shoulder. He caught my lips with his. I was his woman again, this time, forever.
“Mmm, baby,” Kirill hummed against my lips, indulgent and tender. “Can you wait five minutes before we get out of here?”
“Yes,” I laughed softly. “I can wait for you.”
Carefully, he placed me back into the chair and crouched in front of me, his green eyes so innocent and pure.
