Ivan offers me his blood-soaked hand and I stand and it’s like he is a magnet. I move closer to him. I place my hand in his, feeling the warmth of Maxim’s blood against my hand. Ivan pulls me against his chest and kisses me.
He bites and sucks on my bottom lip. My hands move up his chest and wrap around the back of his neck. My hand tangles in his hair as he leans closer to me, deepening the kiss.
“I love you, malyshka.” He says against my lips and I whimper with need.
“I love you too.” I say when he pulls away and I turn my gaze to Maxim. I smile at him as I step up to him.
“Tell me Maxy poo. How many women have you taken against their will?” I ask as I tilt my head to the side. He doesn’t respond. I grip his chin and lift his head, and he is shaking with fear. He is that frightened t
