Sofia.
Walking in groggily. I slumped on the bed to scream into the really nice fluffy pillow letting my frustration and anger out.
The one time I thought that life was actually going well for me and I get kidnapped by some hot psychopaths that claim to fucking love me. Me?
I turned around to lay on my back. Staring at the ceiling of the pretty room I was in, aimlessly, remembering what Nadei said before I stomped my way to their God-forsaken room.
A few minutes earlier..
"You should go get ready were going to our home in a couple of hours," he murmured tiredly, yet a hint of excitement could be detected.
That was not my home.
The Golden retriever of this crazy family-I mean Nikolai eagerly added, "We'll get one of the maids to bring you something to wear until we get home lyubov'. It would also be good for you to take a nap. You look tired."
Whose fault was that?
I looked at Nial waiting for him to say something as well. Since these damn men love completing each others' sentences.
Catching my eyes he smiled at me.
I would be lying if I said that it didn't have a slight effect on my heart.
That pretty smile reached his eyes in a way that they seemed like enticing dark pools of molten chocolate, hypnotizing me. Luring me in.
Sofia, no.
"Please, go get ready lyubov' and have some rest as well. We'll wake you up when it's time to leave," he pleaded.
I averted my eyes promptly not wanting to be trapped in those beautiful brown hues that seem to render me under their spell every time I caught them staring at me.
Fuck them for looking at me like that.
Present time.
Still dazed from what my life has come to in the matter of two fucking days. I started thinking of where I would've been right now if I didn't help Nadei.
Probably working in the diner with Carter, maybe reading or taking a nap.
Pretty boring, right?
Wrong, I loved naps, working not so much.
But Carter always seemed to make it better with his dumb dad jokes or when he teased his grandpa, Stu. I loved that old man despite his grumpiness.
And I missed my life there.
I felt like I belonged.
I had people that cared about me, tolerated my weird behaviour and made me feel like I was at home.
Home.
That small town was my home.
I made my way to the lavish bathroom to have a much-needed shower and possibly cry myself to sleep.
I locked the bathroom, undressing as I lifted the huge t-shirt over my head catching sight of the ugly scarred skin under my right boob.
A scar I remembered too well.
I hurriedly avoided looking at the small scars that littered my skin. Taking the sweats that I was wearing off, I took my black lace panties off as well. And my hair band and shifted to turn on the huge shower head.
Sighing, relieved when the hot water galloped down my back making me tilt my head back in comfort.
Embracing the warmth of the water that was cleansing me, I scrubbed my skin ferociously till it turned red wanting their touch off of my skin.
They were in too deep in my head.
Messing with me.
Making me feel things I wasn't supposed to feel.
I rinsed off the soap, grabbed a razor and shaved thoughtfully. After that held the bottle of shampoo squirting a handful in my head and started massaging it through my dark brown locks.
Warping the small towel around my luscious mane to curl another one around my body. I got out of the bathroom freshened up and awake. Showers did wonders I swear.
I felt more...alive.
Closing the bathroom door after returning the products that I had used to their designated places. I overlooked the bed to find an oversized white hoodie, a pair of black skinny jeans in my size, a bra and matching panties also in my size.
Jesus.
I dried off and wore the clothes. Laying on the bed staring at the ceiling wishing that this was only a dream.
A very random and weird dream.
But it wasn't.
Knock. Knock.
I sat up instantly, glaring at the person that was disturbing my me time. Nikolai's blond hair came to view making me sigh irritatedly.
"And what do you want, now?" I hissed out plopping face down on the bed with a groan. I was going to act like a child throwing a tantrum every time they bothered me.
Which inevitably was a whole lot from now forward.
Why did no one respect my damn personal fucking space?
Humorously chuckling. "That's no way to talk to your man. Kitten, now is it?" He snorted crossing those strong arms around his chest, my eyes following the action as I faced him.
Smug gorgeous bastard.
"Fuck off," I cussed, flipping him off.
"Oh now you've done it, Kisa," he growled playfully striding over to me and I hated how much I wanted to smile at the huge man's antics.
(Kitten)
I tried to run for the bathroom, and faster than I could think he encircled his arms around my waist pulling me to his chest.
My heart thundered against my ribcage in anticipation and slight fear. And yes, I was still suspicious because who wouldn't be?
"Let go you overgrown baboon!" I booted my feet yelling at him.
A soft rumbled chuckle left him in the process. Amused at my expense. Fucking Blondie.
Turned me in his arms to face him. He pouted and I resisted the urge to flick his forehead at how nervous his mere presence was rendering me.
"Not until you apologize, Kitty, you really hurt my feelings with those colourful insults of yours."
I would've thought that he looked cute while pouting like that but the fact that he and his brothers took my freedom away came back in full force.
A hard whack to reality it was.
A truly universal and existential slap to the fucking face.
I stared at him with a warning in my light-coloured eyes, "Let me go right now," probably looking like a little bratty kid pertained to his huge frame.
But I didn't care.
Not taking my threat seriously he shook his head stubbornly, sandy blond locks flowing everywhere.
"I'm afraid I can't pertain to this single need, love."
"Remember that this was your fault," is what I said before bringing my knee to his groin, hard.
He doubled over howling in pain.
Not managing to contain my laughter, I hunched over laughing my ass off seeing his incapable and erratic state. I teared up from giggling so much.
It was truly a sight to have a grown man on his knees and heaving and freaking out that you might have damaged his crown jewels.
Permanently.
Hah, fun times they were.
"Y-you're so going to get it now, Kitten, why would you hurt your baby maker?" he sputtered out with a pointed glare still on his knees on the carpet-clad floor.
He said what now? Oh hell no.
Gasping horrifically, I scowled with nasty intent slightly blushing at his claim. "T-that's not mine! And who the hell calls their-- their wewe a baby maker anymore?" I blurted out with a huff.
"It is yours, Kitty but since you hurt it and me, you're not going to have it unless you beg," he stood up overcoming the inflicted pain on his crotch but he was still unsteady on his feet.
Sheeeesh got him good, I cackled internally.
Looking up to lock our gazes. His hazel eyes bore into my crystal blue ones that shone with defiance and resistance.
"Ha! Beg as if, I wouldn't touch you with a ten feet pole, Pal! Not you or your stupid brothers," I heatedly declared barking an overly fake laugh.
"We'll see about that lyubov', you will give in to us and when you do-" he paused taking a few steps towards me. And I stood my ground, rooted to my place, eyes widening as I anticipated to block whatever move he was to pull, yet.
(Love)
"You'll be on your knees begging for your daddy to pleasure you. But I, love, will make you writhe and deny you every single time till you take back every unpleasant thing that you said," he whispered tugging on my earlobe with his teeth.
I hated how affected I was by his words so I took a step back and with a soft gasp. I noted the change in his eyes that radiated their obvious lust and desire.
I would never lie and say that a man this gorgeous wanting me, didn't do something to my insides. Because he did.
He was imaginably beautiful despite the grudge I held against him-- for all the right reasons, of course -- I could still say that he was one of the most handsome men I had ever encountered.
A person was still allowed to appreciate a good-looking specimen when they saw one and I did.
He was gorgeous on the outside but rotten on the inside according to what I had picked from our brief encounters.
Acting fool, I scowled, my face burning red with embarrassment and anger. That smidgen passion and attraction for him died down immediately.
I shouldn't have overthought his words, no matter how much I felt my nether regions throb at them. "Get the fuck out!"
"You're just making things worse for you. Love, your rebellious acts are amusing but don't say things you don't mean. And don't make promises you will break," he extended his enormous hand, stroking my cheek lovingly.
The action made me stiffen.
Growing tired of the cat and mouse game. I sighed, tiredly. Slight anger was evident in my tone yet I pleaded with him. And look at me being nice to a dick of a man.
"Look, Nikolai, can you just, please, leave me alone for a while? I'm tired of this constant bickering and would really like to take a nap." I said.
"Say it again, my love," he said catching me off guard.
Craning my neck to look at him. Hazel orbs blazed with unholy and sinful promises, he snaked his hand around my neck bending at his knees to bring his face centimetres away from mine.
"Say my name, love," he all but cooed at me, tightening his grip on my neck.
"W-why?" I managed to let out despite my slight fear and the anger that was waiting to be unleashed from his unwanted touch.
"My name sounded so melodious and intoxicating coming from you," he shut his eyes closed, "I can solely imagine what you'll sound like when moaning and screaming it in pleasure," he groaned.
His eyes rolled back as if that thought is pleasurable itself, his grip on my neck tightened till I couldn't breathe properly, effectively cutting my air.
The pervert was freaking choking me and having some sick twisted fantasy.
"N-Nikolai I-I can't b-breathe," I choked out, my hand around his wrist tugging as black spots clouded my vision.
Seemingly out of his devilish thoughts, he hastily loosened his hold on my neck as if I had burned him compelling me to stumble back, hunching over to deep puffs of air.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I gasped out getting my breathing in rule. My head started throbbing, an upcoming headache developing.
I needed to fall into a coma not take a damn nap.
"I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for hurting you lyubov'. Can you please look at me?" He beseeched looking regretful and paler than normal like the thought of hurting me was hurting him.
Hypocrisy at its finest.
He was the one that hurt me. By keeping me here. By threatening my loved ones and depriving me of my freedom.
Made my way to the bed. I glared at him sitting down and pointing to the door as tears cascaded down my flushed cheeks.
"Leave."
"I'm sorry for hurting you. I didn't infer to do so-" I cut him off mid-sentence, eyes hot with anger and malevolence.
"I don't want nor need your apology. Just fucking leave!" I exclaimed tears leaking out of my eyes like an endless surge, my neck prickling with pain. I could still feel his hand over it, draining me of any sort of hope I had.
He was just as bad as them.
I heard the door opening.
"I'm really sorry I didn't mean to," he whispered with repentance.
And I didn't care. I wanted to scream at him. Wanted to let my frustrations out but couldn't.
Hearing the distant footsteps and the locking of the door, I got under the covers and tried to sleep everything off, since nothing can make me feel better than a nap at that moment.
I shut my eyes praying that I would be out of the trio's clutches, somehow.
And soon.