Page 64 of Carnal Urges
I turn back to Stavros and watch as Spider pulls the hood from his head. Stavros sees me standing in front of him and gives me a quick once-over.
I’m satisfied to see him swallow in fear.
Spider places a chair in front of me and stands back. I turn the chair around, straddle it, and sit facing Stavros with my forearms resting on top, my hands dangling loosely over the edges.
Then I tell Spider to leave us alone.
When the echo of his footsteps has faded, I say to Stavros, “You’re in love with her.”
The question catches him off guard. I can tell he’s trying to guess what angle I’m playing. He debates with himself for a moment, then says simply, “Yes.”
“So much so that you’d betray Kazimir without a thought.”
“Yes.”
Interesting.“How long were the two of you together?”
He’s starting to look confused. Maybe he expected I’d be slicing off body parts by now, not engaging in polite conversation.
“Three months.”
That’s all?When I raise my brows, he says defensively, “Fourteen weeks, to be exact. And two days.”
Jesus. I’m sure if I asked him how many hours and minutes, he’d know.
He blurts, “Tell me if she’s all right.”
Holding his gaze, I say quietly, “You’re in no position to be making demands.”
“Please. I have to know. It’s killing me. I’ve been going out of my mind.”
His dark eyes plead with me. I experience a strong urge to gouge them out. Instead of doing that, I say, “She’s fine.”
His exhalation is huge and relieved. He says a prayer of thanks to the Virgin Mary in Russian. Now I’d like to pour gasoline over this kid and light him on fire.
My ego decides it’s time to fuck with me and reminds me that Stavros isn’t a kid. He’s a man, full-grown. And, like Sloane, at least a decade younger than I am. He’s young, strong, good-looking, and madly in love with my captive.
Maybe her perfume is laced with oxytocin. It would explain a lot.
“What is it you love so much about her?”
“Everything.”
“Name one thing.”
He’s even more confused by my challenging tone. If I’m being honest, it’s confusing me, too.
“Is this some kind of game?”
“Indulge me.”
After a moment of closely inspecting my expression, his changes to one of horror. His voice comes out choked. “You have feelings for her.”
I scoff. “Aye. Many feelings. Annoyance. Aggravation. Exasperation. I could go on.”
When he only keeps staring at me with that look of dismay, Idecide to prod him a little. “I admit, her tits are bloody amazing. And that arse… well. You know.”
My smile suggests I’ve seen quite a lot of her perfect arse. Suggests that I’ve taken it. As I knew it would, the idea drives him insane.
