"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."
Vasilisa Smirnov
"Halt" I ordered loudly, ignoring the sharp pain that blossomed in my abdomen at the slight heave of my chest.
He sent me an emotionless glance, turning towards me with the contents of the box I desperately wanted to hide away.
"What is it" He snapped impatiently.
"Those are my private belongings I do not fancy them being rummaged through" I stated arrogantly desperately trying to hide my embarrassment.
"I have told you this and will not repeat myself, Vasilisa" He warned, his voice settling unto a dangerous and dark edge as he gazed down at my motionless form. "There is no privacy between you and I"
He shot me a fake closed lip smile, one so fake it sent shivers down my spine. "Perchance, if your life were to be in danger while bathing, what do you think would happen?"
My breath caught in my throat as he moved closer to where i was seated, discarding the box to the right once he was close enough to touch me. Despite the fact that his fingers were covered by thick padded gloves, i could still feel his icy touch as he grabbed my chin, tilting it forcefully so i could look him in his obsidian gaze.
Bozhe, pomogi mne ....(God help me)
His one knee pressed between my open thighs almost at the conjuncture between my leg, Something told me that Alexei was the type of man that was used to games like this, he was the type of man who would not hesitate to use his heavy sexual presence to subdue a woman and God help me before i let a mere bodyguard overestimate himself enough to think he can subdue me through seduction.
Even if my cunt throbbed like a fucking pulse and i itched to move closer, to push my throbbing wetness unto his knee. To feel what its like to fuck a terminator, but i wouldn't. I was far too stubborn to give in.
"You can't be so naive to think I'm gentlemanly enough to wait till you're covered before i barge in, now" He continued, his tone sarcastic and filled with dry humor. His finger inched higher from my jaw, unto the corner of my lips, scanning across my face haughtily. I glanced away from his face that was carved from sin, that goaded people to sin.
What a waste.
I would not give in to his games. Never.
I was in charge and he was not.
Says the person under.
"I would not hesitate to lay gaze on what you hide behind these baggy clothes, Little Lisa." He finished, rising to his full height. It was only at the glimpse of distance that i had realized that i was holding my breath this whole time.
I took in the much needed bout of air, reaching out to pat my chest softly.
"Keep that in mind" He stated arrogantly, all trace of his previous mischief gone, proving to me that all that was nothing but a façade. A ploy for me to let my guard down. My train of thoughts scattered into the wind the moment he grabbed the box again, flipping its content unto my desk table.
I watched in horror as objects of supreme embarrassment tumbled down my desk table, a naughty and promiscuous one rolling towards where i was seated -tied, before stopping directly at my foot.
The silence was tangible and i could literally cut it with a butter knife and spread it on a piece of toast, i closed my eyes, trying to reign in my embarrassment.
I wished to just disappear. Fuck, the stalker can have me at this moment.
Because tell me why i had carelessly dropped my years and million-dollar collection of pleasure toys in a cardboard box at the foot of my closet when i hard a darn safe. I could hear movements in the background but i resigned to my fate. I was just going to play dead until he forgot about it. Though it played out to me that Alexei wasn't the kind of man that forgot about anything, especially not moments like this.
"Nice collection" He complimented, forcing my eyes open with his words.
"Thanks" i replied dryly, stuffing my brimming mortification to the back of my mind.
He stood before me, reaching down to grab the toy that stopped by my feet, his fingers wrapped around the toy, his smirk widening into something more predatory. His eyes glimmered with amusement, sending a fresh wave of mortification through me, but I didn't flinch. I couldn't give him the satisfaction. My throat felt tight, but I forced my voice to remain level.
"You seem awfully comfortable going through other people's belongings," I said, my voice sharp despite the heat rising to my cheeks.
He straightened, holding the toy in his gloved hand as if it were an object of casual interest. His eyes never left mine, that dark edge still lurking beneath the surface. He was enjoying this—taunting me, testing my limits.
"Comfortable?" he echoed, his tone mocking. "I wouldn't say that. Merely... thorough. After all, it's my job to ensure nothing is hidden from me, especially when it concerns you."
I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from snapping. This was a game to him, one he clearly thought he was winning. But I wouldn't let him have that satisfaction, no matter how humiliating this was. He tossed the toy back into the box and moved on, as if the moment were of no consequence. To him, it probably wasn't.
"You think you've got me all figured out, don't you?" I said, leaning forward slightly, trying to shift the power back into my control, even as I was still tied to the damn chair. "But you're wrong, Alexei. You're nothing more than a guard. You don't own me. You don't control me."
His lips curled into a sneer, and he leaned down, bringing his face close to mine. The scent of leather and cold metal clung to him, and I could feel the power radiating off his body in waves. "You're right. I don't own you, Vasilisa. But I do control you. Every move you make, every breath you take—I'll be watching. So don't delude yourself into thinking you have the upper hand here."
My pulse quickened at the intensity in his voice, and though I hated to admit it, there was a twisted thrill in the danger he presented. His proximity was overwhelming, his dominance suffocating, but I wouldn't break. Not for him.
"I'm not afraid of you," I whispered, though the pounding of my heart betrayed me.
His gaze flickered to my lips for a brief second before returning to my eyes, his own filled with dark amusement. "I'm counting on that, Little Lisa."
With one final glance, he stepped back, pulling away from me and leaving an unsettling emptiness in his wake. He returned to the box, collecting the last of my belongings with a casual indifference, as if the entire interaction had been nothing more than routine.
I was damn sure my fucking bodyguard was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder.