his dark obsession

blood an kisses

AngelMarie's POV

Accompanied by a bulky tank of a man named Manuel, we walked down the stairs of the massive home that Russian drug lord Vladimir Petrovski owned. Near the stairs' end, I could distantly hear talking and laughter coming from the game room on the bottom floor, but I ignored it, being slightly pushed to the left, heading to an office where I was most likely to find the devil himself. Turning to my side, I noticed the bulky man who led me here was no longer by my side. I was completely alone in this dark hallway. I felt my heart beat quicken to the point where I had to force myself to calm down a bit before I turned around and knocked on the door.

"Войдите" (Come in.)," I softly sighed, trying to calm down my heart at the sound of Vlad's deep voice. I opened the door, walking in with caution. I observed the room with my eyes, keeping my body trained on him. I noticed two men sitting in front of his mahogany desk. I looked at Vlad. His eyes had changed to a deep amber, and in the two days of knowing him, I knew that meant he was furious. I felt a lump forming in my throat. He was looking at the man who had his eyes stuck on me. I saw the look in his eyes; they were filled with lust. The balls on this man will get him a bullet in the head. Hate and Surrender needed some playtime anyway. WAIT! HATE! SURRENDER! My guns were here!

I was brought back from my thoughts to reality by Vlad's rich chuckle. I focused all my attention on him. The tension in the room was so thick it was almost strangling. Seeing him motion once with his eyes was enough for me to move my feet in his direction. I went to him willingly. He was looking at me intensely. I could have been defiant at that moment and told him to fuck off, but looking into his near-black eyes, I could see the broken gears turning in his head. I wasn't stupid enough to defy him at this moment, and honestly, his unpredictable darkness was exciting and arousing me.

He smiled darkly at me, He possessively pulled me to his lap and kissed my forehead. My heart skipped a beat in that instant. The darkness of his eyes said it all. These men were fucked.

"Хорошая девочка" (Good girl), he commended, wrapping an arm tightly around me.

In that moment, I don't know why, but I felt a sense of self-pride that I had somehow pleased him with what I had done. Saying nothing, I leaned into his embrace, never taking my eyes away from his. He slowly opened the first drawer in his desk before leaning back slowly, resuming his stare at the two men who were now visibly shaking, eyeing the different blades and knives. I also saw both my guns gleaming at me, as well as a custom .44 Magnum revolver. It was engraved with a red R.S.S. (Russian Soul Snatcher). I looked at him, not moving, before he leaned to my ear, "Stay put, kitten," he whispered.

"I'm sorry. I thought you dumb fucks just told me that you didn't know who was behind the shooting against me and my woman?" Vlad asked, his voice so low, so angry, so powerful, it vibrated off the walls in the entire room. "I-I-I s-said it w-would j-just take a b-bit m-more time to find out," the man who was eye-fucking me said, his voice stammering, and I could tell he was scared shitless. So was his partner, who was now red-faced and looked close to passing out from fear. Vlad, looking around the room with forged confusion and amusement, darkening his amber eyes, said, "Fuck. Well, I guess I can't hear, and I can't fucking understand English. Because I could have sworn I heard you say you had nothing."

"So you tell me, baby," he looked at me, a sinister smile on his lips, "is it that I misheard him, or is he just trying to cover his ass all the while imagining tapping yours?" Vlad asked as he moved me from his lap, not expecting me to honestly answer, before he rose from his chair gracefully and walked around to the front of his desk, not before grabbing a curved hunting knife from the desk's drawer.

Leaning against it, my eyes roved his muscled frame from the back. He was wearing black dress pants with a white, button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up, displaying his colorful sleeve tattoos on both arms and hands, with the top two buttons undone. His blond, long hair was slicked back, cascading down his back, and his facial hair was freshly groomed. I licked my lips as my pussy clenched while I eye-fucked his back.

Vlad folded his arms across his chest, making his muscles flex, and stared at the men in front of him as they both looked close to pissing their pants. I almost felt slightly bad for them, but I also couldn't bring myself to care because I wanted the fuckers who shot at me to pay. I was hoping for these unknown men to answer his question.

That fool said, "I-I do not think you in-intended to m-mishear, mr. Petrovski, but in t-times l-like t-hese i-i-t jjust t-takes longer."

Vlad nodded in understanding before he calmly moved to stand behind the now-trembling man. I watched in awe as Vlad slit the man's throat with ease. His calmness never wavered, but the look in his eyes showed he was enjoying this shit. I moaned as the blood gushed out of the man's throat, causing him to look at me with those dark eyes that reflected a bloodthirsty kind of lust. Everything slowed down for a second when he turned around, looking at me.

"Come here, kitten," he said, looking at me, motioning with the bloody knife still in his hand. He held out his hand for me, which I didn't hesitate to take. His other hand wrapped around my small waist.

"You've got 3 days. Get me the information I want," Vlad said to the second man, who was stammering to bolt for the door, wrapping his arms around me tightly. "I want to know who was behind it all. I want phone numbers, addresses, family details. Don't fucking disappoint me." He shifted me to the side of his body. "And wipe this fucking trash off my floor. I'm sick of looking at him." I gasped, feeling him pull me into his body, his cold eyes boring holes into mine. He didn't even wait for the other man to leave.

"So who are they to you?" I asked.

"A nobody hacker. Scum of the earth. Won't be missed. He had information I wanted. Or at least, I thought he did. His partner better not disappoint me like he did," Vlad answered, a look of disgust on his face.

Suddenly, he was tugging me to stand in front of him. "You enjoy watching me kill in front of you. It turns you on, doesn't it, kitten?" He purred into my ear softly. "Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn't. I could just be turned on by killing and murder in general," I smirked.

"Then that makes you my perfect other half," he said, pushing me hard against the desk while digging his nails into my waist. It was an arousing kind of pain. I shook my head. "I belong to no one, Vladimir. You're not stupid enough to lay claim to a masochist like me."

Grabbing my chin in his big palm, he said, growling, "Don't fuck with me, woman. Know this: I take what I want."

I bared my teeth at him in a mocking smile. "And if I don't want to be yours?"

He smiled. "You already are," before crashing his lips to mine.