The sound of heavy footsteps pulled me out of my light slumber. I held my breath to listen better, noting that they were coming closer to the couch I lay on.
Ilay's cologne filled my nostrils alongside a familiar rusty smell that I had smelled in the basement the day my nightmare began...blood. A lot of blood.
My heart slowed as all these images flooded my head of Ilay either bleeding to death or, soaked in the blood of someone else.
As I held myself together to not draw his attention, the sound of those footsteps halted right in front of the couch.
"Already asleep?"
He sounded half disappointed and half glad.
'Please go away. Please go aw-'
The caress of a cold finger made me flinch in my 'sleep', almost giving myself away as it traced its way down my temple until it got to my lips.
Just as silent as it had made contact with my skin, it vanished, and I heard him walking away.
A few more seconds and the lamp next to his bed lit up, stabbing my eyes a little from its brightness.
Ilay's grunts made me crack my eyes open to peek at him as curiosity drove me insane. I wanted to see why he reeked of blood and if he was wounded.
The light illuminated Ilay's half-naked body which was, as I had guessed, covered by the crimson 'paint' including his pants.
His black dragon tattoo looked like it was swimming in blood, giving off a scary aura.
A lump began forming inside my poor throat as I pictured him covered in my blood someday.
"Have you succeeded?" He suddenly asked and I immediately choked on a gasp but held back any coughs. A stupid thing to do because this only suffocated me.
"Still pretending to-"
I cut him short with my aggressive coughs that sounded ugly as fuck while rolling off the couch, thumping my chest to ease the fire in there.
I got so lost in trying not to die from a saliva choke that I missed Ilay's presence just beside me or my right hand already on his bare clean feet.
With teary eyes caused by my NDE(which was plainly embarrassing), I raked up his frame until they got to Ilay's face which bore a flat expression.
"H-hi! You're back."
He looked like a demon after a slaughter with his upper half all bloody.
"Has anyone ever told you how terrible you are at acting? I can see the anxiety in these eyes of yours. Do I make you uncomfortable like this?"
I shook my head frantically before pulling myself off the floor to stand proudly in front of him. "Not like I haven't seen you like this before."
"Oh really?!"
I nodded too energetically till my bun came undone and my hair fell on my back and chest. Ilay's eyes were drawn to it, and he wasn't even hiding.
"We're you able to pull my brother in?" He asked, his right hand now playing with strands of my hair.
"I... Well... Not that it's something that can be done over a-"
The hand jerked to the back of my head grabbed and yanked my hair. I cried out as pain exploded from my scalp and the back of my neck had to receive the sudden pressure.
"I expect to hear you say, yes Sir! Don't bulshit me with your explanations, Kally!" I hated hearing my name from his mouth because it only came with too much deathly heat for me to bear.
And the terrifying look in his eyes, gawd! I wanted to crawl out of my skin and make a run for it.
"I'm giving you two days. Make him fall under your thumb, or I'm locking you up in the basement. And trust me, this will be much worse than before."
He meant every letter, every word, and every breath of his threat. I had asked why the basement door was locked so securely and they told me that it was used as a temporary prison for traitors waiting for execution during Ilay's grandfather's reign in Drakon. Thus, it became a forbidden area for the rest of the family to only be opened by the Czar for his use.
That meant that the basement was haunted by the grim past of this family and must have been a horrible place to spend my days.
If I ended up there, nobody would help me out. Mike wasn't in Russia and the servants here all looked terrified to death in Ilay's presence. None would risk their neck to aid me.
"Now go prepare my bath!" Ilay hissed discarding me to the side like an unwanted piece of cloth.
His actions were just as horrible as his words, and yet I still couldn't find him ugly. Was his attractive appearance blinding me to Ilay's black-crimson flags which had been there from the start?
But I only comforted myself with the fact that I wasn't in love with him and would never fall for his likes because, deep down, I could feel my own darkness stirring the more I stayed around him.
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Using the small bond we had made the previous night, I approached Milan with some confidence in his home office, grateful that the weekend was here and I didn't need to attend classes.
I had to fasten things before Monday came, Ilay's deadline.
Shamelessly, I wore a diaphanous silk nightdress. Every time it rubbed on my nipples, it felt like they were being caressed by a soft hand, which left them hard. Perfect.
I wanted Milan to see everything and make him thirst after him. If he had little self-control, then that was his fault and his downfall.
"Come in." His equally deep and attractive voice permitted from inside.
I smiled unlocking the door, a cup of black coffee in my hand.
His face was buried on the screen of his computer while his fingers moved about on the keyboard at a frightening speed.
Whatever he was typing seemed to be of great importance to capture his attention so deeply.
"Good morning."
"Good mor- Kally?!" He sounded surprised as well as pleased. So much that he spared me a glance and a smile. "I didn't think you'd be up this early."
I reciprocated the smile and walked closer to his large desk with his coffee in my hand.
"I was bored in bed." 'On my lonely couch.'
Milan chuckled lightly as he tossed his eyes back on the screen. "Why is that? Does my brother not keep you company?"
"Oh him?! His many whores keep him occupied. Not that I'm surprised, but, oh well... How about you drink your coffee while it's hot," I said placing the cup on a coaster.
I bent forward low enough to have my boobs spilling forward. My left nipple managed to slip fully out from under the fabric.
"Thank y- um... Your..." Milan painted his chest averting his gaze.
"Huh?!" I acted innocent and clueless. "Are you feeling sick? Do you need-" I placed my palm on his forehead, making unnecessary contact while my boobs were fully out in the open, "to go see a-"
Milan cleared his throat pushing his seat backwards to evade my presence entirely.
He then stood up and faced the wall like a little boy trying to hide his first boner in front of his friends.
I laughed silently tearing my body from the desk. My boobs slipped back under the fabric for their work was done.
Yep! I had, for the first time, seduced a man so openly and shameless, and...it had felt dang good.
"Milan? Are you okay?"
"Why me?" He asked out of the blue, a confusing one if I was being honest.
"What do you me-"
"You could have gone for Luka. So why me?"
I laughed again but let him hear it, as I walked around his desk. With a heated tightness in my chest, I braved my hands and slid them around his waist from behind, pressing my chest on his back.
"Why should I go for Luka? He looks inexperienced," I whispered, lowering my right hand past Milan's belt and further till my palm came in contact with his large bulge.
My eyes widened.
He was already hard? Wow! That had taken me no time.
"What about you, Milan?" I cooed rubbing his cock over his clothes. "Don't you have a wife, so why are you still letting me touch this dick of yours?" I went vulgar, grabbing roughly at his erection.
Ilay loved it, so maybe his brother would too.
And to my surprise, Milan groaned in pleasure while his cock twitched.
Damn! That had to be the same size as Ilay's if not bigger. Were all the males here this well-endowed? Then lucky me. I'd get to feel another big cock in my hand, and possibly in my mouth to fully ensnare him.