Sociopath's Revenge Page 11

  Unfortunately, standing there in silence brought me no answers.

  Rosa

  Sapphire was unbelievable. From the corner of my eye, I could see Damian pacing the living room, back and forth like a caged animal, probably pissed about his upcoming trip. As much as he wanted to go, I doubted he liked the idea of being away from his family again. "I'm gonna go to bed now," I declared. He grunted, which pretty much described all his responses for the last three hours, ever since he came back from the zoo trip with his angel. Eh, it was impossible not to love the girl, although her mother left a lot to be desired.

  Secretly tiptoeing to the back door, I grabbed my iPhone, the laptop, and put on my flip-flops. In a few minutes, I conquered the distance between our houses, entered through their back door, and came face-to-face with Sapphire holding a baseball bat high. "What the hell, woman?" I whispered loudly, holding my chest, not wanting to draw Damian's attention with screaming, since the man had the hearing of a bat, or to wake up Kristina. "Your scared me shitless."

  She frowned. "Why are you sneaking into my house in the middle of the night?" She let go of the bat and folded her arms.

  "So you could go and calm your man."

  Something flashed in her eyes. "What's wrong?"

  I raised my brow at her, and she looked down.

  Why were people in love so stubborn and weird? If I had a guy who was nuts for me, I would have been all over him. Too bad, no one was interested in obsessing over me. All those romance novels had possessive heroes. Had it not been for Damian, I would have thought they didn't exist.

  "Well, geez, I don't know. Maybe the fact that he needs you?"

  I expected an argument or some other pissed-off remarks; the woman had some jealousy issues, but then she suddenly asked, "Could you stay the night here with Kristina? Please? You can take the guest room, second room on the left upstairs."

  I pointed at my phone and laptop. "Kind of had it in mind." She grinned, kissed me on the cheek, and disappeared into the night.

  Like I said, those folks in love were freaking weird.

  Well, at least they had sex.

  I was going to die a virgin it seemed.

  Sapphire

  Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door as my heart beat loudly in my chest and ears. My palms were sweaty, so I wiped them on my nightgown right before the door opened swiftly, revealing Damian on the threshold, looking exceptionally dangerous in the moonlight.

  His eyes darkened as he scanned my body. He probably saw every detail as my attire left little to the imagination, and finally, his eyes captured mine with a question in them. "Sapphire. What brings you here?" His voice, low and husky, sent shivers down my spine that I tried to cover by rubbing my arms, pretending I was cold.

  "It's cold."

  Before I could blink, his hands grabbed my arms, pulled me inside, and closed the door. I leaned back against it as he towered over me, his body close to mine.

  "I—" My voice trembled. I cleared my throat. "I came here tonight, because—" Damn it, why was it so hard to say it?

  "You came here tonight?" he probed. By the rise and fall of his chest and the fists tightly clenched at his sides, I knew he was restraining himself from grabbing me.

  "Remember how I gave you the choice back in New York all those years ago? I'm giving it to you now too. Choose what you want. I can't screw you and then act as if nothing happened. I deserve better. You deserve better, and we sure as fuck deserve better."

  We both knew I wouldn't have come here if I hadn't chosen him. My heart belonged to him, so what was the point of denying us both?

  None.

  "I came here tonight to tell you I love you, and I want to be with you. No matter what. No matter the consequences. Whatever decision you make. The only thing I care about is keeping Kristina safe. My baby, our baby, has to come first for you too."

  He was silent for several beats, and then the ghost of a smile appeared on his face.

  "You can't come to me without conditions, can you?"

  I shook my head. "It wouldn't be me then."

  Then he came at me fiercely, his mouth crushing mine as we kissed, devouring each other. His hands palmed my ass and scooped me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as my fingers dug into his scalp, making him moan in pleasure. Needy whispers drifted from my lips as his erection pressed into my heat, and he pushed slightly forward. His lips left my mouth, trailing down to the sensitive spots on my neck and shoulder, leaving burning licks along the way. His hand grabbed my hair painfully, exposing my collarbone for his hungry mouth. He spun us around in the direction of the bedroom, I assumed. Each of his steps created friction, and I shamelessly ground my hips against him as he kept leaving small kisses all over the skin he could reach. Once we reached the bedroom, which was lit with moonlight shining through the huge window, I saw a single bed with nothing beside it.

  "Why do you—" He didn't let me finish. His tongue probed, and he sucked on my tongue greedily, sending tingles of desire along my nerve endings, taking my breath away, and leaving me needy for more. He threw me on the bed, where I bounced quickly to my knees as he removed his shirt and jeans in one swift movement, leaving himself gloriously naked for my hungry gaze.

  I licked my lips as my eyes narrowed on his erection with its bulging, blue veins. I wanted to trace it with my tongue and then suck that little bit of cum from the head. My body was restless, and even before he demanded, I pulled off my nightgown that was irritating my burning skin. "I want you, Damian," I throatily whispered, running my hands over his hot flesh. He groaned as I sucked on the side of his neck. When my hand closed over his rigid length, he jerked forward. I trailed kisses down from his superb shoulders to six-pack abs that had only gotten better through the years, and finally, I came in direct contact with his cock.

  My mouth watered, remembering what it was like to taste him. Immediately, I sucked on the large, glistening head as my hand stroked the length of him. His hand fisted in my hair as he grunted, "Fuck," while thrusting carefully. My mouth opened wider, and I took him deeper as I moaned around him. My pussy throbbed, and I could feel it getting wet, needing something to satisfy my all-consuming desire.

  "Don't even think about using your hand to get off. You've had enough of it. Tonight, the only thing making you come will be my fingers, my tongue, and sure as fuck, my cock." Another moan came effortlessly from me as I sucked him deeper, enjoying the overwhelming power of bringing this man to the point of pleasure only I had given him in life. Allowing me to go down on him was one of the privileges of trust he had given me all those years ago. He thrust a few more times, and right before I thought he'd come inside my mouth, he stepped back, and his cock left me with a popping sound. Damian flipped me onto my back. His hands pushed my legs wider, bending them, and I felt his hot breath on my core as his fingers spread my lower lips.

  Oh, no. He had his control back.

  Damian

  "My beautiful Sapphire," I whispered against her flushed skin, as my thumb gently rubbed her clit, only to be replaced with my lips. When I sucked on it hard, she thrust her hips up restlessly, but I didn't move away from my task. I didn't want her to come too soon, so to give her a moment to catch her breath, I kissed the inside of her thighs, nipping the pale skin as my beard left light, barely visible marks, and that pleased me enormously. A well-loved woman should have love marks and bites all over her body. Finally, I came back to my tasty treat, moving my tongue all over her pussy, enjoying the sweetness that only Sapphire had. Such an intimate act should only be shared with the woman you loved; at least, to me, it only brought pleasure with her. My tongue dove inside, in and out, and she whimpered loudly, closing her thighs around me. By the way her pussy clenched around my tongue, I knew she was close.

  At the last second, before she tumbled over the edge into the bliss, I decided I wanted her to have her first orgasm on my cock. I rose to soothe her distress. "Damian, please. I need—" I licked around her nipples and kneele
d in front of her, opening her hips wider than before so she could accommodate me. Our eyes locked, hers heated with desire and lust, mine probably no better, and without another thought, I shoved home and almost came on the spot from the hot, welcoming greeting I got.

  My hands gripped her hips as she sobbed, and I plunged right back inside, harder than before. She arched her back, her head on the bed, and I couldn't just look at the pointed peaks of her nipples. Leaning forward, my mouth closed over one, sucking savagely as her nails dug into my head, scratching my scalp, igniting my desperate need for her. I started pumping my hips faster, which increased her pleas and screams of pleasure, as she got tighter and tighter around me.

  Nothing existed but her and me in this world. "Damian," she sobbed, and then grabbed my head and fused our mouths. Our tongues made love while she hugged me closer. I felt a tingling sensation at the base of my spine as my breath huffed, and she grew even tighter if it were at all possible.

  I couldn't keep it up much longer, nor did I want to. We had the entire night and a whole lifetime for more orgasms. It was cruel to withhold it from her and me, especially this first time since she told me she wanted me back. "Come for me, my Sapphire," I said against her lips, licking them and catching her whimper. "Show me who this body belongs to."

  Our gazes locked for a second as she replied, "You. Only to you." Then she clenched around me; her eyes rolled back, and she came with a loud scream that probably could have woken the dead, not that I cared. I pushed a few more times and then came with a loud roar, almost blacking out from the thrill and satisfaction she had given me. I lay over her; our bodies spent and my sticky cum between us. We needed to clean up, yet neither of us wanted to move away.

  She rubbed the back of my neck as she whispered into my ear, "I love you." And my heart stopped beating for a moment.

  Fucking finally.

  Now that felt like coming home. I finally claimed my woman back. Without her, there was no life for me.

  Sapphire.

  My Sapphire.

  Dominic's House, Irkutsk, Siberia, Russia

  "Please, no," I begged, as excruciating pain ran from my spine to my legs, making me fight to stay up on my knees. Blood dripped from my neck as the leather collar with spikes broke my skin. A heavy smack landed on my cheek, briefly taking my attention away from everything else.

  "Quiet, toy. You don't get to speak." He moved behind me, pushed me onto my hands, and I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

  He would do it again.

  After so many years, why hadn't I learned to block it all out? My breath stilled, my eyes closed, and I swallowed back the vomit threatening to spill on the floor. He wouldn't like it, and he would inflict punishment for it. My body couldn't take it anymore.

  Wasn't it easier to push him so he would finally do it? End my misery. The minute those thoughts entered my mind, Damian's face appeared in front of me. No, I couldn't leave my brother alone. He was worth all this.

  Richard's disgusting breath landed on my ear as he whispered harshly and sadistically, "Get ready, toy."

  "Noooo." My eyes snapped open as I breathed heavily, the sheets soaked under me. On instinct, my hands took the gun from under the pillow. My whole body shook, and the familiar bile in my throat made me rush to the bathroom. The next few minutes were spent throwing up my whole dinner.

  After flushing the toilet, I cleaned my teeth and face. My eyes zeroed in on my reflection in the mirror.

  Nightmare.

  Again.

  I rested my arms on the sink, trying to get my panic under control.

  "You're not the small boy. You're not a toy," I kept whispering, and hated myself for it. I was a grown fucking man still having panic attacks from my memories. Usually, nightmares appeared when I wasn't exhausted enough when my mind could still function, so I rarely went to sleep unless my body completely demanded it.

  I must have fallen asleep reading business reports. With a roar, I threw all the toiletries on the floor. Everything shattered and spilled.

  Rage for the injustice done to my brother and me.

  Anger for still being affected by it, and because those who deserved punishment lived as if nothing ever happened.

  Fear that never went away.

  Images of those eight long years in the cell, used and abused by greedy, old men who treated us like nothing.

  Just a toy to inflict their sick desires on.

  Their eyes filled with uncontrollable lust as they made me bleed.

  Their groans of pleasure as they tore my flesh.

  Tears that always slid down my cheeks when they were done.

  And the humiliation when they led me back to the cell.

  It all came back like one crushing wave, so I had no other choice than to get on my knees as my hands covered my face.

  Breathe in and out.

  In and Out.

  After few minutes, I got up on shaky legs, lit a cigarette, and breathed the fresh air on the balcony.

  The peaceful view of Baikal Lake calmed me a little; the lake was powerful, a clear green-blue color, and contained around twenty percent of the world's unfrozen fresh water.

  Before going to the States, I decided to visit one place where I felt like I belonged.

  Irkutsk, Siberia.

  Now it was tainted by memories of Richard and those horrible years.

  With one last look at the view in front of me, I threw away the cigarette and went inside to get ready.

  It was time to get our revenge.

  My muscles ached in protest as I pulled up on the bar once again, but I gritted my teeth and breathed through the pain. Sweat dripped from my body, and I almost felt nothing of the air conditioning in the room.

  Up.

  Down.

  I got used to the incredible pain that came with the workout. My insides were actually thrilled because no one gave me a challenge I couldn't win.

  "Damian, don't you think you're overdoing it?" Connor asked breathlessly, as he jumped off the treadmill.

  "No." I pushed the word out and exhaled heavily. He sent me a skeptical look but said no more. For a few minutes, the sounds of his machine and my pained breaths filled the gym.

  "Hundred," I whispered and let go, hopping down. I grabbed the small towel on the floor, wiped my face and neck, and drank some room temperature water, which provided much-needed relief to my body.

  "You okay, man?" Connor was suddenly by my side, his hand on my shoulder.

  "Yeah." My mouth lifted in a half smile. "Nothing a good massage or a hot bath won't fix." As much as I liked pushing my body to new limits every day, sore muscles were a fucking bitch, so I learned to like all those baths.

  "Are you cleared for such an intense workout though?" His questions and concern got on my nerves. I faced him as my voice lowered in pitch, displaying how I felt about the whole situation.

  "Connor, instead of worrying about my exercise sessions, how about telling me where my woman and child are? If you care so fucking much about my well-being, that's a hint where to start to highly improve it." No matter how much I tried, my anger at Connor didn't go away.

  It had been almost two years since the accident, but he hadn't given me any information about her whereabouts. So many times I wanted to say fuck it and find her myself, but any traces I might have left could have endangered her or the baby's safety. I was going insane thinking of her hurting because of me when I actually lived and breathed.

  Although life without her was not living, the only thing it could be called was existing. So every time Connor refused to speak about her was one more motivation to drive me forward with my rehabilitation. Having control over my body again after the medical treatment I'd received calmed some of the hopelessness that ate at me from the inside. I still took medication and checked with the doctor once a week, but mostly I was back to my normal self.

  Connor exhaled heavily but shook his head stubbornly. "I can't, Damian. Now is not the time. If S finds her
—"

  "He won't! He doesn't even know who the hell I am. She needs to know I'm alive. That she isn't alone. That I kept my promise. Let me soothe my woman, and I'll be back in New York first thing." The possessive and obsessive sides of my personality longed to gather her in my arms, to give her my safety and warmth. I knew my woman; this whole thing was destroying her heart.

  "She is doing well, Damian. Sapphire writes books, raises her child, and works. Her life is stable, and she has friends. You show up and what? For one night, shatter the peace she has and then disappear into the night. Where do you think it'll leave her, huh?"

  "She is a writer?"

  Connor cursed, probably realizing he had already said too much. "Yes, she is. Damian, she is moving on, okay? I understand you are obsessed with her. But she wasn’t obsessed with you, right? Let her live her life."

  "Are you telling me to give up on my woman?" I growled, taking a step toward him, but he didn't even budge.

  "I'm telling you to put her needs first like you always did. Both of your girls are healthy and protected." His words calmed some of the rage running through me until he added more. "Plus, she might meet someone, Damian, and fall in love. Other men—" Just like that, the beast inside me awakened, roaring loudly in my ears so that I barely heard what Connor said.

  No man was touching what belonged to me. Mine. She was mine.

  Mine. Mine. Mine.

  Without thinking, I pulled my arm back and punched Connor right in his fucking surprised face. His nose made a cracking sound when my fist connected with it. He stumbled back, blood spilling from it, and then he punched me too.

  In a second, we were both struggling for power on the floor, each of us pounding blows to the other.

  It was hard to win when both men were pros at street fighting where there were no rules. I tried to remember he was my friend, but the idea of some man touching Sapphire wouldn't let me stop.