Page 23 of Claimed By the Pakhan

The gray recedes from her eyes, replaced by dark shadows. Her eyes are dilated, full of lust and hatred. She’s deciding which one to feel. Her attraction for me always takes precedence overeverything else. Her lust is the only hope I have that things will go back to the way they were.

But murdering a guy in a hotel room is a major setback for me, and now I’m painting myself out to be even more of a villain as I kidnap her, taking her back out into the woods.

“Fine. You want to be like that?” I rip my shirt from her hands, throwing it around her shoulders, dressing her myself. My finger accidently brushes her hard nipple, a moan slipping from her mouth.

Fia immediately catches herself, playing off her attraction by clearing her throat.

“No need to pretend to be something you’re not, sweetheart. We both know you want to fuck me.”

“After you just murdered a guy? How the hell are you gonna?—?”

The front door of the hotel room bursts open.

I finish dressing Fia, the shirt buttons flexing over her swollen belly. “Luka? Is that you?”

“You better have a fucking good explanation at the ready.”

“Focus on the job at hand and I’ll fill you in,” I shout, hearing the sound of the rustling garbage bag. He better have brought a few. The concierge out there has a lot of meat on the bone, which will need mincing before we can throw it in the trash.

My shirt comes down to Fia’s thighs. We should be good to go.

“Where are your panties?”

“Soaked, like the rest of my clothes.”

“Put them on.”

“But they’re wet.”

“I’m sure. You can take them off when we’re in my car. Until then, I need you to be a good girl for me and cover up.”

“I’m not your good girl. I’m not your fucking anything. How did you even get in here?”

“A story for another day,” I tell her, opening the bathroom door. “Keep looking forward. Don’t look back.”

I guide her out, steering her toward the front door as Luka goes heavy on the antiseptic and carpet cleaner.

“Put him through the garbage shoot when you’ve cut him up enough. I’ll see you back at mine.”

Luka nods as I close the hotel door behind us, guiding Fia through the corridors, toward the elevators.

“How much do you pay him to clean up after your mess?”

“Enough,” I grumble, forcing her into the elevator. As soon as the doors slide closed, I look her square in the eye. “Listen to me very carefully, spitfire. If you cause a scene, you will be punished.”

Fia’s eyes shift, a little gasp escaping her lips. Thick black shadows cross her face. She looks entranced, like my words are transporting her back somewhere.

“Don’t make this worse for yourself,” I warn her, staring into her hazy eyes. “Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

“Yes,” she mutters, turning away, looking vacantly at the doors as we ride down to the lobby.

“Good girl.”

We cross the lobby, Claudia giving me a sympathetic look I walk Fia out of the hotel.

The rain is still heavy, lightning turning everything white for a second. A harsh rumbling follows, its loud boom reverberating through the city. I shield Fia from the wind and rain, popping the passenger door of my car for her before sitting in the driver’s side.

I start the engine and make my way back into the road. Thank fuck my clothes came out clean after I murdered the guy, otherwise I’d have even more food on my plate. I can barely stomach Fia and the amnesia.