Page 34 of Until Death or Defeat

“Fuck.” I can’t fucking take being this close.

Why is she letting me do this?

No fucking protesting, no fucking struggling anymore.

My hand softly rubs her breasts again before it continues to snake upwards, going up through the collar of her shirt until it lands on her throat. I slowly wrap my hand around it; and now her nightshirt is completely pulled up by my forearm. Her body is pressed firmly between the cold wall and my warm body. My hand squeezes lightly at first, just enough to feel the rapid beating of her heart. I feel her pulse quickening, though I wonder if it’s from fear or desire. Maybe both?

“Is this what you like, Giselle?” I growl into her ear, as I let my hand squeeze the sides of her throat tighter. “You like feeling like this, don’t you? Completely and perfectly at my mercy...”

I let my tongue trail down the nape of her neck, and I feel her body shudder under my touch. “Tell me you want me, and I’ll let you have it all,” I offer softly, before I let my tongue find the side of her neck.

She stubbornly remains quiet, and it only spurs me on. I find the perfect spot on her neck and suck it roughly, trying to mark her. I want my marks all over her. This time a moan escapes her, and I let my hand squeeze tighter again on her throat.

“Louder. I can’t hear you,” I tease as I nip her neck. She lets out a small yelp in response, and I continue my assault on her neck with my lips.

Eventually her pleasure high drops, and she realizes howfar she’s let me go without even realizing it. She immediately struggles again, but this time I release her easily, untangling our bodies.

“That’s too bad, you were so close to giving in,” I mock as I step back, and she turns to face me.

“I fucking hate you,” she says, and I can see the anger forming again in her eyes.

I know she feels embarrassed, and she thinks she has to prove herself again against me.

“Good, I was counting on it,” I say with a smirk as I turn and walk to sit onto the bed. “Come to bed,zhena,” I coo at her mockingly, and her jaw clenches as she storms over to the bed.

She quickly gets in and faces the other direction; keeping herself toward the edge of the king bed so we are far from each other.

This thing we keep between us is growing stronger. It’s something I can’t give a real name to. Something dangerous. If we don’t end up giving into this fucking pull, we’re going to actually end up killing each other to avoid it. I wish it was as easy as killing her to get her out of my fucking head.

9

Giselle

Luckily as I wake up and open my eyes, I see the pillow wall I placed between us was still up. The other side of the bed is empty, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

That fucking walking time bomb is driving me insane with his mood swings. One day, he makes me feel like nothing, and the next he’s trying to touch me gently.

I force myself out of the plush bed to go over to one of my suitcases and find my shower items.

I guess it was convenient that I moved into that hotel room and packed most of my crap, but now I have to spend forever unpacking, and Ihatethe idea that this is supposed to be my new home. Not only because of Artem, but now I’m in a house full of men I don’t even know.

I mean Maxim seems fine in his own weird way, but Roman gives off the vibe that he’s way different than he lets on.

On top of that, they have random men around here all the time, either standing around outside the mansion watching the grounds or making themselves fucking comfortable inside.

I tried to spend as many hours as I could before I went crazy unpacking my things, and to my surprise there was already room made for me in the walk-in closet and a second dresser that wasn’t here that night Artem was piss drunk.

Idespisethat he’s always acting like this perfect guy, fucking buying me things he knows I’d like and doing things like this, when I know it’s all a huge act.

He’s trying to trick me into not hating him anymore because he’s obsessed for some reason with trying to get me to submit to him like some ‘good wife’.

Never going to happen.

After getting most everything unpacked that I had with me, I finally call it off. Obviously I still have some boxes at my dad’s house, but I’m waiting to deal with it whenever I’m ready to face my dad again.

Plus, I’m glad that I feel like Caesar and I are okay again, but I’m confused about why my Uncle Robert and Leo chose to show up to my wedding.

My cousin is...not usually someone Caesar hangs around. Well, they were close up until my mother died, but then my uncle and Leo both took a step from the Family. And from us. It hurt because we were all so close.