I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect, invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you're alive. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white color schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here? I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened.
Who brought me here?
Out of impulse, my hand travels to my face, pressing the throbbing area on my right temple. I felt a scar and flinched at the pain. I tried to get up. Once I stepped on the cold, white tiles, my legs feel like it's being ripped apart from my body.
The pain is excruciating and I scream out in pain and fall to the floor.
I realize my legs is bandaged and now blood can be seen damping the cloth.
I lay there pathetically, waiting for the pain to wash away. Staring at the ceiling.
The blinding lights makes me feel as if I'm leaving the land of the living.
I hear the door burst open and a tall figure came in view.
I try to hide from him but only end up hitting my head on the wall behind me.
My vision is blurred by my teary eyes.
What the fuck happened…
My series of questions was interrupted as a devilishly handsome tall man with white hair emerged from the door of my room, with a mobile phone close to his ear…
"She's awake." Was all I managed to hear him say…
Satan's P.O.V
"-she's awake… what do you want me to tell her?"
Vasily is on the other end of the line and is silent. "Nothing. Just make sure she's stable." He hung up.
"Oh fuck, what have you done?!" I slide my phone my phone in the inner pocket of my coat and run to her side.
"How do you feel?"
She glances at me almost as if she'd seen a ghost. Her lips are pale and she looks down at her legs.
Her breathing gets heavy as I reach for her.
"Calm down… it's just me, V." I simply said.
"V…?" she questions unsure of whether to trust me.
Fuck this.
"Satan. Remember…? Gorgeous, sexy dude that you kept fantasizing about…?" I teased. Her lips form a small 'o' shape and I smile.
"Ohh, Satan. My maid.... WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE?!" She screams.
"Ah great you remember me, now stay still." I gently picked her up. She winced out in pain as I set her down.
"What's wrong with me." She cried softly.
I felt sorry for her… this could have been avoided. I could have avoided this but I did nothing, now I'm gonna have to tell her.
"What's the last thing you remember?" I asked sitting on the edge of her bed.
"I-I was… taken… and…" she trailed off glancing at the bodyguard at the door.
"At a restaurant. Yes, what else do you remember?" I asked breaking her gaze, and nodding for him go take his leave.
She shook her head, more tears spilling out her gloomy eyes.
"You were in a car accident, Marinette. You had some alcohol to drink, and when you crashed you hit your head. Marinette you lost a lot of blood, your memory will be a little… foggy and jumbled up-"
"What?! B-But-"
I took her hand and held it. "Don't worry, it'll be fine. It's not permanent." I assured. She nodded. Attempting to calm herself down.
"I can't remember much… but it's fine. I'll be fine." She muttered softly.
"Yeah… maybe forgetting is a good thing." Satan responded.
"Everything hurts. What happened to me." She whimpered.
"You suffered… broken ribs, you had to get surgery, and-"
It looked like everything was just starting to sink in. Her breathing heavied, the monitor began to spike. "Mari…?"
Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at her state.
I took a step back, unsure of what to do as she cried, I wanted to comfort her but I didn't know how. I shouldn't have dumped all that on her.
Without thinking further I sat a kiss on her forehead.
My hands went on to cup her cheeks and my thumbs brushed her tears away.
She whimpered, looking up at me. "Please don't cry, I promise. Everything will be fine. You'll be back to normal in no time, you are strong, kay?" she nodded but continued to cry. I sat beside her, leaning her head on me.
What the fuck was I doing… If Vasily were to walk in, he would definitely have my head.
****
Except Vasily didn't come…
Not that day when she awoke. Or the week after. He never came for the 3 months that went by either.
Of course since Marinette had been in a coma for six months her wounds were healing, plus another three months of physical therapy.
Finally after exactly nine months and five days she was back, scarred but she seemed to be fine.
"Sit here, I'll be back." She gave a slight nod and I jogged up the stairs.
"Come in." Vasily responded to my knock.
"We are infiltrating the base tonight, you'll get the men ready alright." He said keeping his face buried in his phone.
"You got that?" he raised his voice.
"Marinette is back. Put her in your room? Or in the guest-"
He cut me off by standing up, he had a stern look on his bruised face. "No."
"Then what do I do with her-"
"Put her with the other sluts V."
He walked right past me and slammed the door on his way out. What the fuck?
I returned to Marinette asleep on the sofa.
That idiot. I rolled my eyes, was he really going to ignore her after what he did? It's his fault she's like this, but of course. She was damaged now she's replaceable.
Carefully lifting her, I took her upstairs and laid her in the guest bedroom.
Vasily's P.O.V
"What do you mean she's not with the others?! Find. Her." I hung up the phone and walked down the hall to the rooms.
I entered and stopped dead in my tracks as I saw my princess sleeping on the bed. I approached her slowly, praying she was a deep sleeper as I stood at her side, watching over her.
I lifted my hand and brushed back a few strands from in front her face revealing the bruises on her plump cheek.
Her body trembled as the cold air lashed against her exposed skin.
"I am sor..." I struggled the let the last words leave my lips as I stared at her sleeping position.
She crunched up into a ball, whimpering like a wet puppy in the cold.
I grabbed the hems of the covers and pulled it over her, up to her neck.
My phone began to vibrate in my hand waking me up from my gaze. ''I'm on my way.'' I answered, taking one last look at her before leaving.
****
V's P.O.V
Vasily allowed Marinette to rest in the room for a week, after I pleaded with him, and since it was only fair, he accepted, but had one condition.
I knocked on the door before turning he knob and entering. ''How long are you going to keep me locked up for?'' Marinette greeted me with a bored expression.
''I'm fed up, staring at the same walls, It's lonely, and you told me I can't even open the windows so it's stuffy! I'm not a princess you know, you don't have to lock-''
''Lucky for you, I've come to save you!'' I piped up with a hippy tone, before my face returned to it's dull and empty plate.
Marinette's P.O.V
I felt anxiety building up in my throat, I was worried now. Panicking.
V grabbed my arm, and led me out the room. his nails dug into my arm and I winced out in pain. He chuckled darkly. ''If that hurts you, you're in for a hell of a time today.''
Fear began to creep up my throat as I studied trying to figure out what he had in mind. He pulled me dwn teh side stairs and we made our way down six flights of stairs.
Just how big really was this castle?
''W-Where are you taking me?'' I questioned.
He continued pulling till he led me to a door. ''We are going to train.'' he simply replied.
''Um... V? How am I supposed to uhm... train, without pants...?'' He glanced at me, his eyes trailing down my exposed legs as I pulled the oversized t-shirt further down.
''There are clothes for you.'' He muttered as he turned to the bolted door. He punched in a code and clicked open.
Inside was a massive room, with mats and cupboards, surrounding the boarders of the room.
He threw a bag at me. ''Pereodet'sya.'' (Get changed)
I glanced at him and watched as he turned around.
I noticed the two piercings in his left ear, a dangling cross, and over it a black stud earring. His black inked tattoos snaked near the bottom of his ear... why the fuck did he have to be so good looking... but not in an average 'good looking' sense. He was damaged, cold... so different. It was hot.
He wasn't preppy, or handsome... he was GORGEOUS in a way I had never seen before.
''Are you done looking at me, suka? Or are you going to get changed.''
Dammit.
I slid into the Adiddas sports bra and he turned around as I slid the shorts over my hips.
I scraped my hair into a high ponytail and cleared my throat.
I noticed he was already dressed in a tight black dry fit.
''Little Suka. I am going to safely assume... that you are not in great physical shape.''
''Excuse you?'' I snapped back.
His eyes hovered over my body. ''You are too... small to have any strong aspects. so with that ebig said, I will do what I can.''
I bit down on my lip to keep myself from giving him a piece of my mind... just in case he decided to go extra hard on me.
He took a dangerously close step towards me. I felt him hold my hips and he walked over to the mats.
Since he brought us unto the mat, that meant he was going to make an antagonist move.
I felt his foot hook around my ankle, making a quick attempt to trip me, but I immediately jumped back.
A slow grin arose on his beautiful lips and I watched as he stalked towards me.
He swung at me but I quickly dodged his punch, falling unto my ass to avoid the punch.
His satanic flare spiked in his eyes, and he made another move.
I raised my wrist, blocking a punch, his leg kicked up and smashed me in the stomach. I doubled over and he kicked me in the boobs. I felt him skin me around and then kicked me in the fucking ass! I groaned and flew back.
''Hm, looks like I underestimated you little suka, but I was given orders not to hurt your face, breasts and ass... my bad.'' he shrugged with a devilish grin.
I shook my head, riding myself of the ache as I stood my ground.
''So what? You're here to beat me up? Mudak.'' (Asshole.)
''Teach me how to defend myself, that'd be helpful, Since I obviously can't beat a trained mafia man in hand to hand combat.'' His eyes went dark, his dangerous smile gone, but he nodded in approval.
''Fine, give me eightly sets of line. You're in for a hell of a time.
****
I think I pissed her off...
What? Is the little bitch going to turn into her own sexy version of she hulk? I'd fucking pay to see that shit.
Gotta admit I call her 'suka' too many times.
Or perhaps it was the fact that after she did her eighty lines I pushed her making her fall.
In all fairness IT WAS HER FAULT! Skipping around in a fucking bra and shorts... picked out and bought from Vasily himself.
My best friend was a fucking perv.
Marinette was so fucking different it drove me Insane!
She also couldn't help but scream colorful strings of courses at me in Russian, and her secret language… that probably only she understood and what most people would call mumbling.
It was pretty damn sexy.
My eyebrows raised when I realized she was running at me, and nothing prepared me for what she did next.
As much as I hate to admit it… I can't deny it.
The bitch kicked my ass. She beat me.
She jumped up and pushed her weight forward practically jump kicking me with EVERYTHING she had.
I felt the air escaping my lungs and I slammed to the floor. My face scrapping into the ground.
I like this… it's kinky. Rawr~
She ran at me like a savaged animal, screaming, the band of her ponytail broke free and her dark locks trailed around her back. She looked feral, and it was a huge fucking turn on.
Her little fists came flying and I guess I didn't realize how quick she was, her knuckles came in contact with the flesh on my cheeks and I winced.
I tried to punch her but she was already gone.
I turned around but a second too late, because suddenly there was a fucking monkey on my back.
"Dammit Marinette." I growled.
She giggled.
She fucking... giggled.
I grabbed her forearm and swung her over my back she slammed to the ground. She grinned in triumph.
She's actually quite good, not that I'd ever utter a word of that to her.
I was about to almost help her up, but she kicked over my ankle stripping me to the floor.
"Cunt." I growled.
She jumped on me and pinned me down.
Sweat glistened on her porcelain face, her dark lashes hooded her icy eyes, and if I could freeze time and be somewhere for the rest of my life… this would be it.
Fuck.
I sounded cheesy as fuck.
"I win." She said with a small smile.
I realized this was the first time I had actually seen her smile, I mean I know that we kidnapped the little bitch and got sold to Mafia and all that, but this was the first time I've actually seen her happy.
I don't know what the fuck is happening, I have a fucking supermodel sprawled on top of me claiming that she'd beat me up (which she did.) And my dick is fucking HAPPY!
Like children on Christmas morning.
Except I'm santa, and she's my dirty little elf.
Wow that some kinky shit right there.
My dick is super hard, and I'm pretty sure that she can feel it through my Nike sweatpants.
"Suka?"
She rolled those little innocent eyes into the 'fuck me' eyes.
"You're not drunk are you?"
"what, no."
"high? Drugged up? Fucked up in anyway?"
She gave me a crazed look. "I don't think so why?"
"Because, I get the feeling that you are horny, and the past sexual encounters that I've had with you, you were stoned, or drunk as fuck."
"I promise, I'm sober." She giggled, exaggerating on the 'promise'
I wanted to fucking ruin her.
"Alrighty then." I felt my composure melting a I snaked my arms around her tightly.
I just wanted to be inside her goddamn.
I sensed her hesitation, it was written all over her, but you could see her arousal eyes, and that was all I need.
I did the thing that would probably be the death of me.
I kissed Marinette.
I pressed my lips into hers firmly, I felt her resist slightly but she quickly gave in.
My lips formed over her, claiming her, marking her, running her mouth with my own so that I was the only one she would think of.
I forced my tongue into her mouth, trailing over every inch until she was stained with the taste of me.
I sat up, my arms scooping her ass, and sliding her into my lap.
I felt her bare stomach on my abs, her creamy thighs encircled my waist so she straddled me. Her soft lips latched on mine and suddenly I didn't need to breathe.
I stood up, carrying her with me, and she kept her legs around my torso. She clung to me tightly, her arms encircled my neck and I felt her grinding herself on me.
"kak daleko" I took a breath (how far)
"Ty khochesh' poyti?" (do you want to go)
I heard her moan and that was all I needed.
I knew I couldn't fuck her but there was so much more I wanted to do with her… to her.
I wanted to feel her body form around me, I wanted to hear her scream my name, and only mine as she dug her claws into my back, marking me with her lips and tongue, I just wanted. Her.
My hands covered her ass, squeezing the warmth inside those tiny shorts. I stumbled back on the weight bench, her hands trailed down my back, and slowly crept forward. I hardened as I felt her little fingers creep toward my dick.
Fuck… this little vixen.
I pulled hard on her shorts and they slid off with ease. She wore flimsy little panties and I slipped two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy.
FUCKING HELL!
Her moans alone made my dick throb in my pants.
The way she pulled me closer, and cried her cute pleasure screams in my ears… it drove me Insane!
I pulled my fingers to my mouth, she was so sweet, so fucking sweet.
She moaned louder inside my ear, I was hard, so fucking hard and turned on my this child.
A child she may be, but she certainly had the charisma and allure of a woman.
She let out a yelp as my fingers entered her pussy, roaming her warm wet walls and slowly began pumping them in and out.
So fucking pure.
And yet I couldn't have her.
I couldn't…. Have her. She was Vasily's.
Vasily.
Oh shit.
Fuck.
I stopped fingering her.
She's Vasily's. Not mine.
I stood up. Pushing her off of me.
"This was a mistake."