his dark obsession

decisions

Vlad's POV

I held a sleeping Angel tighter to me with a contented smile on my face. I'd worn her ass out, fucking her right to sleep. I intended to make slow, passionate love to her, but when I reached for her and found her side empty, and the woman in question trying to sneak away from me in the middle of the fucking night, I fucking lost it. Angelmarie was mine. All of her belonged to me, and everyone knew it. Except the lady herself. But I would help her realize it soon enough. If I had to fuck it into her, whether it be a painful fuck or a pleasurable fuck, it would happen till she knew who her owner was.

But first, I needed to find out exactly how crazy she was. I was a certified psychopath who got a kick out of terrorizing people. Who the fuck was my woman? And was she as crazy as me or worse?

Feeling my phone vibrate against my nightstand, I picked it up, and I glanced at the name on the screen, a smirk coming to my face.

"она еще жива брат"? (is she still alive brother?) Vasily asked instead of saying hello.

"не нужно бояться, что твоя будущая королева лучше, чем братец" (no need to fear your future queen is better than well, little brother,) I said into the phone. It was silent for a few seconds before my brother spoke again.

"Queen you say! What makes you think she's cut out to be queen?" He said curiously in English.

"When have you ever seen me keep a woman and not kill her after sex, dear baby brother?" He was silent yet again.

She does not fear me like the others, nor does she grovel at my feet or bow at my cock. She's just as dark and even more fucked up in the head than me. She doesn't want to change me; she's just as demented as I am. And as the head of the Russian Bratva in this city and in our homeland, I am to choose a queen, and I want her. Her taste for blood and terror both arouse me and impress me. She'll make a perfect queen. "My blood queen". I shook my head, finishing my statement.

I loved her already. I know that's fucking crazy. I love her wholly after only two days. I really did. I would kill for her, die for her, and I felt the connection to her before meeting her. Seeing her with the other woman grinding on the dance floor of my club angered me as well as filled me with jealousy.

I knew then I wanted her to be mine, but now that I've had her, now that I've taken her virginity and made myself her first, I'd be her fucking last. She'd never be set free; she was mine, and the devil himself would shiver in fear if anyone wanted to take her from me.

"I've never known you to take a woman in your whole life, brother, but if you truly think she's a good fit, test her first to be sure," Vasily said sternly.

Thinking on his words, I smiled.

"Ready the pit, brother, 6 hours," I said before hanging up.

"Hanging up like that isn't very nice. Who were you talking to in Russian?" Angel's voice drifted up to my ear softly. I looked down to find her dark brown eyes on me.

"Hello, kitten, sleep well," I said with a smirk, leaning down to kiss her temple. "How long have you been awake?"

"Who were you talking to?" she said, ignoring my question.

I could hear the jealousy in her voice, and it made me smile. She could pretend all she wanted; my baby wanted me, and she didn't want anyone else to have me. I looked down at her, lifting my hand to caress the smooth, soft, brown skin of her cheek, noticing right away the way her eyes drifted close at my touch, and my cock stirred in my pants.

"That was my little brother, and we were talking about the man that is dirtying my floors with his blood. The man you wanted me to 'save for you'," I explained, smiling mischievously.