by L. C. Moon
He lay back down by her side, leaning lazily on his elbow, and watched her as she came down from her high. She turned to him, still dazed.
“What the fuck?” she gasped, terror building in her eyes.
He kept staring at her, the corner of his lips quirking up. “Thought you might like that.”
“You could have killed me…” She reached for her throat, her voice now soft, though terror was still very present in her eyes.
He half rolled his eyes, amused with her indignation, and languidly pulled her back to him. She didn’t resist as he spooned her again, brushing her hair and kissing her on her temple.
“Kayne…?”
Her voice reached him, so fragile, so small, he just wanted to pull her even closer. Hold her so tight he could make her understand. Understand what exactly, he wasn’t even sure himself.
“Yes, Laura…” His voice came out amused, even mockingly patient.
“Was she there?” Her voice quavered.
“Who?”
She didn’t answer.
“Tanya?” he guessed and felt her body tense at the mention of the name.
“Yes.”
He smirked behind her, reveling in her jealousy. But in this moment, while she lay so sweetly against his chest, naked and vulnerable, her breathing soft, he didn’t want to toy with her emotions, didn’t want to hurt her more than he already had.
“I’m not fucking her, Laura,” he answered her, his voice soft, then, before she had a chance to twist his words in her head, responded to her fears. “There is nothing going on between me and her.”
“Okay…” she voiced hesitantly, other worries still obviously on her mind.
He turned her around to face him and looked into her eyes inquisitively, trying to read into the pools of sadness that wearily returned his gaze.
“What is it?” he asked her, caressing the side of her face with the tip of his index finger.
She shook her head.
“Tell me.”
She sighed, defeated. “I hate… that you bring her here...” Her little voice broke at the confession. She lowered her gaze, not wanting to know how he would respond, what cruelty he had in store for her. She didn’t think she could survive it. She waited in limbo for his response, like her life, her entire world depended on it.
He remained silent for a while, gazing at her. He couldn’t understand why she fixated on her. She’d seen him fuck a woman in the dungeon, seen another give him head in the reception hall barely two days ago, and yet it was Tanya she despised. Another part of him though, understood, very well.
He gently lifted her chin and shook his head, a tolerant smile on his face. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. “Okay. I won’t bring her here anymore.”
He felt her entire body ease with relief. She didn’t let him break the kiss; instead, she pulled back into it, holding on to him with urgency. He was slightly taken aback by her ardor for a second. He opened his mouth and felt her tongue swirl around his with desperate passion. He kissed her back, sitting up on the mattress, and helped her up on top of him as she lifted herself to straddle him. She ran her hands through his hair, never breaking the kiss, digging her nails in his shoulders and chest. He grabbed her wrists, holding them together behind her back.
“Fuck me… I beg you, Master...” she panted against his lips, rocking herself against his growing erection.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, breaking the kiss. She still pulled toward his face, trying to find his lips again. He pulled her hair even harder and heard her gasp, somewhere between a moan and a cry. He licked his lips, his stare voracious; never had another woman looked so beautiful. She was hypnotizing. Panting, desperately reaching for his lips, rocking against him while ragged breaths escaped her moist lips, her eyelids heavy with wanton desire. She was a far cry from the scared little girl he had brought to his house. He saw the woman in her, his woman, claiming her man, with no shame or modesty. “Fuck yourself,” he commanded her, his voice husky, still pulling her hair.
She raised her hips and tried to place him at her entrance, struggling as he kept her hands pinned behind her back. He chuckled softly at her vain efforts. He tilted his hip and placed himself at the right angle, then pulled back every time she brought her hips down to take him in. She cried out in frustration as he chuckled loudly, exhilarated. He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her as passionately as she had, pulling her into him. He rubbed himself on her, feeling her juices flow down on him. She met his movements, rocked her hips along his, and kept trying to take him in. When he could no longer hold it, he let her have her way. He struggled to resist his building orgasm from the first thrust, while she moaned in his mouth. He pulled her head back again, hearing her pant fuck over and over again.
He came with a loud growl and kept fucking her. He pulled her hair further down her back, twisted her wrists in, and forced her back to arch completely into him, exposing her delicate neck. He leaned in and bit the hollow of soft skin above her shoulder. She cried out, in pain or pleasure, he wasn’t sure anymore.
“Come for me, Laura.”
She gasped, her cry loud and long, as she obeyed him. Her Master. Her Monster. Her Man.
She didn’t collapse but kept straddling him with her back straight. No one uttered a word. They remained as they were, their eyes locked on each other, a wicked smile on both their lips.
Day-44
Kayne faced Tanya.
“Everything is set then?” he asked.
“Yes. In the black Lexus. Just like you said.” She half rolled her eyes.
“Where… in the black Lexus?” he insisted, his patience forced through gritted teeth.
She exhaled, just as aggravated. “I slid it in that little gap near the stick. Then I made a huge scene the next day about losing it,” she added, somewhat proudly. “If he ever finds it, he’ll just be happy to give me back my earring,” she brushed him off dismissively.
“Good. And those are all the names?” He lifted the folded paper in his hands.
She nodded, exasperated. Then her energy shifted, and her eyes grew wanton. “I could come over tonight… We could test our little GPS Tiffany earrings.” She grinned at her own joke. “I think he’s meeting someone. We could see if it’s one of the names on the list... Besides, there’s this adorable little blonde I just found…” She smiled wickedly before biting her lip. “Maybe you could return the favor and test her for me before I present her to Dimitri?”
He considered her for a second, then answered her, his face impassive, “No need. Lucas will handle it. I’ll come see you from now on.”
“What?” she snapped. “Why?” she then demanded, her eyes blaring.
His eyes ablaze, he smirked at her, then turned around, ignoring her question. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“It’s because of her? That new whore of yours?” She lifted her face, her eyes defiant.
He stopped in his tracks and turned around swiftly, irritated. He didn’t answer, just narrowed his eyes at her.
“It is!” She let out a sardonic chuckle.
He slowly walked back to her, his menacing expression contrasted with his soft voice and seductive smile. “Have to keep the vultures away from the little bird…”
She laughed humorlessly. “Then you should stay away,” she added, her eyes boring into his.
He didn’t answer, restraining a smirk.
A subdued smile crossed her lips. “You and I. We’re the same. Do you really think that scared little puppy can survive you?” She paused. “If you care about her at all, let her be. You will take everything from her, and when she has nothing left, you will leave her, and you will come back to me. You always do.”
The truth of her words stung him. He didn’t want to acknowledge them. “I will do what I want with her,” he growled.
“Is she worth it? Is she worth throwing away your only friend?”
He sneered at her, then slowly wrapped his hand around
her neck, his thumb turning her face to his. His voice husky, he replied, “Friend? We’re not friends.”
She smirked devilishly at him, her breathing ragged with arousal, her voice throaty. She taunted him, “Do you want to fuck me, Kayne?”
She waited for his expression to change, for his animalistic desires to emerge, then added with disdain, “Too bad your whore won’t let you. Is that why you were being such a good boy at the party yesterday?” She chose her words carefully, her tone mocking him, willfully provoking him.
He knew she was, knew her little games all too well, but they worked nonetheless. He exhaled slowly, flaring his nostrils. He wanted to choke the life out of her, wanted to fuck her senseless and wipe that smirk off her face.
Keeping his hand on her neck, he grabbed her hip with the other and pulled her sensually to him. “Does it hurt, Tanya? Does it hurt to know that I prefer the little puppy to you? Tell me… do you still think of me every time Dimitri whores you around…? Still wish it was me every time a man touches you…? Does it hurt to know that I never will again? Regardless of what whore I take.” She closed her eyes and remained very still, only her loud breathing betraying her emotions. Two can play that little game, he thought. She should have known he was better at it. He let her go and turned around, heading for the exit.
“Have her fuck Maxwell for you then!” she screamed behind him, hot rage burning in her feline eyes.
He was already at the door, turned his head back, and slowly nodded his understanding. They stared defiantly at one another, willing to meet in a battle neither truly wanted and neither would back out of.
Day-50
Kayne avoided Laura all week. He needed Tanya. He expected she would react badly but hadn’t foreseen how badly and quickly things would escalate. He blamed Laura for it. He knew he was being vindictive and unfair but couldn’t help it. The few times he ran into her, he ignored her, barely looked her way indifferently. He could tell how it hurt her. The first time she was walking toward him, a bashful smile on her face. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes widened as he walked past her, barely nodding coolly her way. After that, she had avoided him as well and returned his icy indifference the few times they’d crossed paths. He was alienating the one person he pushed Tanya, and her resources, away for.
Natasha Drugova was organizing a brunch in a few days and had requested Laura’s presence. He would make it up to her then, he thought.
Day-53
Olga had advised Laura the previous evening that Master Kayne requested she meet him in the living room at nine in the morning, dressed and ready.
She thought of not going. She couldn’t understand him, anything about him, about the way he was with her. He had come into her room after the party that night, had been cruel, had been kind, and in the end held her in his arms all night. He was even still in her bed when she woke up. He had lazily smirked at her, his eyes half closed, catching her as she watched him fascinated, thinking him still asleep. She could have watched him all day. She was happy then. He had grabbed her abruptly and flipped her on her back. He was in one of those playful moods, and she giggled under him, thrilled and terrified.
The next time she met him, he was entirely different, colder than he’d ever been. She couldn’t understand. She felt the burn, would’ve preferred facing his wrath over this indifference. But she didn’t cry, didn’t crumble; she could handle the burn. She’d been forged in fire.
She was wearing beige linen pants, sexy nude stilettos peeping out the front. Along with a white silk shirt, she felt feminine and elegant. She approached him, her walk confident, her eyes cold, and greeted him, “Good morning.”
He was leaning against the wall in jeans and a white polo, his hair tied back. He smirked when he saw her. He didn’t answer, just walked languidly over, making her think of a tiger creeping up on its prey. She kept her head held straight, refusing to lower her gaze.
He took her hand and brought it to his lips, his eyes smoldering. It completely threw her off. She would’ve expected anything from him, not this simple sweet gesture.
“Ready?” he asked, his eyes mischievous, as he held her hand in his. She could feel the burn his lips left on her hand and wanted to pull it back. Returning his gaze, she nodded, forcing herself to feign detachment.
He was still holding her hand when they got into the car. Lucas was already in the driver’s seat. She wouldn’t even ask where he was taking her and betray any sign of insecurity or concern. They didn’t speak to each other the entire ride. Even so, she felt his gaze undressing her, could see with the corner of her eye the wolfish grin on his face.
They pulled into a mansion almost identical to the one he had taken her to for the party. This was the official Drugov residence though. While the other projected lustful opulence, she was the good sister of the twin mansions. Strong, straight, and beautiful, she would not offer dark hallways for secret rendezvous with beautiful strangers.
As soon as Lucas stopped the car, Laura reached for the handle. She didn’t wait for Kayne, heading straight for the mansion. She didn’t care what awaited her. Whatever hell he was bringing her to, she could face it.
Kayne was staring at her the entire way. She was definitely not the scared little puppy anymore. He wanted her so much. In this instant, he didn’t regret anything. Let Tanya bring all she had, he didn’t care. He could handle Tanya, and Maxwell.
In one continuous movement, he reached for her arm and brought her into him, kissing her hungrily. He felt her resistance, her open palms on his chest trying to push him away. But he pulled her in even further, deepening his kiss until she opened her mouth and let him in, until her entire body gave in and melted into his.
When he pulled away, her brows furrowed. She sighed, somewhat exasperated, her face flushed. He smiled at her, mischief gleaming in his eyes.
Though her eyes softened for a moment, she didn’t say anything. She just turned her head and kept walking. He chuckled softly, reached for her hand, and forced her to walk with him, hand in hand.
“You must’ve made a good impression on Natasha. She specifically asked that I bring you,” he threw at her playfully.
She smiled thinly and continued to look straight ahead.
The doorman advised them the brunch was taking place outside on the top terrace. There was already quite a crowd gathered. The men were on one side, the women giggling away on the other. Kayne and Laura exchanged a glance, she finally smiled at him, and they separated.
She headed for the table where Mrs. Drugova was. The latter stood up to greet her, bringing her affectionately in her arms. She introduced her to everyone at the table before pointing to the empty seat next to hers.
“I saved it for you,” she said with a discreet smile.
As Laura listened absentmindedly to the conversations, she felt Mrs. Drugova squeeze her hand on her lap.
“We should go for a walk after lunch. It is such a lovely day.”
Laura nodded, a genuine smile on her lips. They finished their meal, leaving the women in a heated conversation about renovation and interior design.
“Idiots.” Mrs. Drugova smiled at Laura, shaking her head disapprovingly. “How have you been, Laura?”
“Thanks for inviting me.” She nodded, smiling back.
“Of course,” Mrs. Drugova answered dismissively. “I’m glad to see you heeded my advice. You look positively radiant, my dear.” Laura cocked her head to the side. “I don’t know, Mrs. Drugova… I don’t know that I have.”
“Please. Call me Natasha. All my friends do.”
Laura smiled again. She liked Natasha. She was everything she wasn’t and hoped to be. Then she remembered what Kayne told her… Dimitri wants you dead…
“Natasha, can I speak candidly with you?” Laura stared her right in the eye, her face somber.
“You always do. That’s what I like about you.” Natasha smirked, her expression all-knowing. She seemed larger than life to Laura. “Mr. Drugov… Dimitri…
wants me dead…” Laura’s voice came out low and grave.
“Yes. So would Kayne if he wasn’t infatuated with you,” she added, the smirk etched on her face. “You’re a loose end, Laura. The point of the matter is, it would just be simpler to be rid of you, permanently.”
Laura’s eyes grew round. She hadn’t expected such bluntness, spoken so casually from Natasha as she discussed her life.
“Which is why I know you’ve taken my advice. Kayne wouldn’t have put his neck out for you if it weren’t the case,” she finished. Laura couldn’t help smiling to herself, replaying the words in her mind. He cared, regardless of parties and other women. He cared about her, in his own twisted way. “May I ask you something?”
She nodded.
“Last time… you were telling me about… being with… Dimitri… . In a way that was tolerable for you… I don’t think I can…” she confessed, remembering her hours spent in bed crying, her heart scorched with images of Kayne and other women.
“You don’t have a choice. It’s that simple. Most women lie to themselves, prefer spending their time discussing interior design…” She let out a condescending chuckle. “But you can’t, you’re like me. You remind me of myself when I was younger. It’s no way to live, Laura, you will suffer tremendously.
“My husband has whores. And that’s all they’ll ever be. There is only one Mrs. Drugova. Every now and then, one of them will stand out from the rest. That one, I keep close. If she steps out of line, she pays for it, with her life.”