Touched By A Marine (Book 1)

Chapter Sixteen: The Devil's reject

The brush of skin moving across my legs awoke me from my sleep as I slowly opened my eyes and found myself embraced in the arms of Vladimir. His face was nuzzled in the crook of my neck as I sighed heavily and arched my back just so I could stretch my stiff muscles. His scent which smelled of musk and dark spices filled my nose as I felt my blood run hot and a sexual urge rush through my body. Soon his hips began to thrust forward and back. I bit my bottom lip as the tip of his erection brushed up against my hole. He stirred in his sleep as he yawned and looked at me with bed hair and sex in his eyes.

"Well, now, this is a surprise." He said.

"Good morning."

"Good morning to you too. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company."

I shrugged. "I've just never been in your room before much less your bed."

"I see. Did you have fun last night?"

"Yes. But I'm here now. I can see that your aroused."

"You're very observant. What gave it away?"

"Your cock rubbing up against my thigh."

He looked down between us as he grinned and started to move his hips faster. The bed sheet that covered us slid off, revealing his perfectly round ass. I reached up to touch his face as he kissed the inside of my palm and then leaned down to kiss me on the lips. He grunted as he moaned, the veins in his arms started to bulge as they showed up against his flawlessly smooth hairless skin. A clear film of sweat broke out across his chest as he shouted out and released himself all over my stomach. Falling like a sack of potatoes he landed on top of me, his breathing slowly trying to even itself out again as we laid there together in silence. After a few minutes, he still hadn't moved from his spot and that's when I decided to make my move and take my leave.

I slowly slid out from under him as I planted both feet on the floor and gathered my clothes in my hands before quietly making my way through the door into private office. The door closed behind me with a click as I sighed with relief and quickly put my clothes back on as I emerged from the other side of the pillar and walked up to the main elevator. I pushed the down arrow button as the doors swished opened revealing two armed guards with bulging muscles and fierce eyes. A lump in my throat made its presence known as I swallowed it back down and greeted the two men.

"Morning, gentlemen. Fine weather we're having."

They made no move to reply as I watched them take a step forward and then another and another. A Tom Cruise look-a-like lashed out with his hand as grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward him, pinning my arms behind my back as Mr. Clean withdrew a chair from the sitting area and placed it in front of Vlad's desk. They forced me to sit as they tied my hands together. I glanced over my shoulder when I heard the door leading in Vlad's private bedroom open and close again, followed by his footsteps. He came into view wearing a crisp white dress shirt and black designer slacks with black shoes. I sniffed the air as if he just showered and he did. My eyes tracked his movements as he walked around his desk and sat in his chair.

Reaching into his desk, he pulled out a vanilla folder and tossed it in front of me. The contents that spilled out where pictures of Brad, Roman and me together over the last few days and then some. I hid the reaction on my face but I knew that fooling Vlad would proved to be useless now. I didn't even look him in the eye when he called my name. Instead I sat up straight and stared straight ahead looking past him, out into the city streets below. His fist connected with the wood finish as he rose from his chair and came toward me. My head snap back as he grabbed the underside of my jaw and forced me to look at him. The evil in his eyes burned bright like a thousand red hot suns.