Arsen doesn’t stick around for long after getting his little peep show. Which I don’t mind one bit.
I need to process.
Fortunately, I find the perfect place to do it. There’s a library not far from the master bedroom. It’s surprisingly big and packed with a mix of stuff. Old leather-bound volumes of science and philosophy mingle with well-worn manga and dog-eared thrillers. I try to picture a young Arsen lurking in this room, curling up on the padded bench beneath the big bay window, but it’s hard.
He belongs in a fighting ring. Not surrounded by books.
Yesterday, I was nobody. I was a poor girl with a sick mom and a dad working himself to death and a piece-of-crap, useless brother. My life was bleak, and I could only ever picture myself a few days in the future at a time. That’s how precarious breathing always felt.
But now I’m married to a king.
The head of a massive criminal organization.
I still don’t know how computer chips fit into all that, but I figure I’ll get it out of him eventually.
Curiosity has me Googling. I search for Armenian Brotherhood, but not a whole lot comes up. There’s a Wikipedia page which basically confirms their existence and doesn’t say much else. I find some random social media posts, but those all seem like rumors. For a group that allegedly runs an entire major city, there’s not much about them online.
Which only makes me believe it even more.
As I thumb through a book, I hear something nearby. Footsteps in the hallway. I poke my head out, but there’s nobody. I swear I hear them again though as I’m wandering through the shelves. And there’s breathing nearby.
Like someone’s following me.
“Hello?” I say, a shiver running down my spine. The painting of a lion hangs over the mantel, and the cat’s eyes seem to stare into my soul. “Stop being dumb, Lena. You’re alone.”
I close the door to the library and turn the lock on a whim.
I smell burning when I sit back down. Except the fireplace is cold and empty. It looks like it hasn’t been used in a long time.
I bury my nose in a book, trying to clear my head. I’m losing it a little.
There’s another sound. The creak of a floorboard, and it’s close. I lower the book, heart racing—
“You’ve been bad.”
I shriek, but it’s cut off when Arsen jams his hand against my mouth. His other fist is in my hair, gripping hard. I gasp in surprise as he buries two fingers between my lips. I grunt and bite down.
He grins, showing teeth. “Harder,” he whispers.
I release my jaw and pull back. “Where the hell did you come from?”
“You’ve been very naughty, my wife.” He moves his fingers, wet with my saliva, down to my breasts. He rubs them against my nipples. They stiffen under his touch through the shirt and the sports bra. “It’s not smart to search for the Brotherhood online.”
“How did you know? I thought you left.”
“I monitor my network.”
“I didn’t think it was a big deal.”
“I’m going to punish you now. You’re too curious for your own good.”
“What? Arsen, wait. How did you even—”
But his hand wraps around my throat as he buries my mouth with his. I gag and whimper into his kiss, squirming against his powerful body. My heart’s racing into my head. How did he get in here? I know I closed and locked the door. I would’ve heard if he opened it. It’s like he appeared out of nowhere, when I swear he went back to work a couple hours ago.
He tugs my hair, opening my mouth more. His tongue plunges against mine. His other hand moves down my body and roughly shoves my legs open. The book topples down to the floor, the pages splaying open. He yanks my leggings down enough for him to slip his palm over my pussy.
“You need to be more discreet now, Lena,” he says as his fingers slip past my panties and glide up and down my pussy.
God fucking shit. I’m soaked.
Some part of me hoped I’d have at least a little dignity.
Instead, the bastard can appear from thin air, grab my hair, call me naughty, shove his fingers in my mouth, and still get me fucking crazy aroused.
Yep, fucked up. Beyond belief, really.
His fingers slide inside of me and I shiver with bliss. I don’t care if I’m a broken weirdo. He feels so good, I can’t help myself.
“Discreet… isn’t really… my thing.” I bite his lower lip and moan when he pulls my hair in response. He licks my nose ring and smirks as he buries his fingers deeper into my pussy.
“Learn,” he says.
Then he slides his fingers back out and shoves them in my mouth.
I whimper as I suck myself off him. He groans in obvious ecstasy, staring at me as my tongue rolls around in a sloppy circle. He yanks off my leggings and shoves me back against the window. It’s cold on the back of my neck. I reach up, bundling my hair on top of my head, as he drops to his knees in front of me and roughly yanks my panties aside.
His tongue is silky heaven. He laps me, top to bottom, and I’m totally lost.
No, I’m totally his.
I gasp, back arching. My hips grind into his mouth. He sucks, sloppy and wet, going fast as his tongue slides inside of me and back out again. His fingers slip in deep and I’m done, I’m so freaking done, and all I can do is grind into him and beg him to keep going.
“You want to come for me, filthy fucking girl?” he growls, grinding his fingers in knuckle-deep. It’s making this obscene wet noise and it’s driving me fucking wild.
“Please,” I moan, mouth hanging open. “Just keep fucking going.”
“I love it when you talk to me like that.” He leans forward and bites my lower lip. “I want you to get more piercings for me.”
“What the fuck?”
“Lip. Tongue. Eyebrow.” His thumb begins to stroke my clit as his fingers grind in deep. “Tell me you’ll give me what I want.”
“You want… me to get… piercings?” I’m so freaking cooked I can barely think straight. “Seriously?”
“I like the nose. I want more. Do it for me, Lena.”
“Oh my god.” My eyes roll back. My legs shake. His mouth envelopes my clit and that just about wrecks me. “Eyebrow. Eyebrow next. You sick bastard.”
I come on his mouth, and it obliterates me. I grab his hair and pull it tight, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit, even though I’m pretty sure I’m going to rip a clump out. I come so hard I see spots and stars dance across the edges of my vision. And when I’m done, I fall backwards, gasping for breath. Sweat trickles down between my tits and into my belly button.
“Good girl,” he says, patting my cheek with wet fingers. I nuzzle into him like a cat. “An eyebrow piercing will look good on you.”
“You’re serious?”
“Deadly.”
“What if I just said that in the heat of things?”
“I’ll be disappointed.” His hand moves until he shoves his thumb into my mouth. His face lingers inches from mine. “Do you want to disappoint me, baby?”
I shake my head slightly, heart racing. This guy is a fucking psycho. I suck his thumb, and that insane smirk drives me absolutely freaking wild.
The messed-up thing is I don’t care how crazy he is.
I’d let him fuck my ass if he asked right about now.
If he keeps getting me off like that, I’ll do just about anything for him, and I don’t even care if that’s pathetic.
“That’s my girl.” He pulls his thumb from my mouth with a pop. “Now, I have work to do. Don’t get in trouble.”
He leaves me alone in the library, my clothes a mess, my face sticky with my own pussy wet, and my pulse hammering between my legs.
I guess I’m getting an eyebrow piercing.
