Page 29 of Marked By His Touch
She chuckles, a cold, harsh laugh, and licks her red, pouty lips.
“I do like, Doctor,” she says. With a final, punishing thrust, he shoves a fourth finger into her pussy. She takes it, laughing. “You know I like Cavill. You fuck me good today.”
“Fuck off, Nadia,” Cavill grunts, pulling out.
What now?
My breath is still ragged, a nervous energy pulsing through my veins. It’s like I’m simultaneously wired and exhausted. My mind is racing. Will I have to do this? Go through this“test?”How the hell do I get out of here?
Nadia rises to leave, staring me down. “Keep away from my customers,” she hisses.
I know she’s not joking.
Cavill turns to her, his eyes glowing with darkness. “Next time, I’ll need you to do better than that, Nadia,” he demands. “You’ll need to learn to crave the pain.”
Nadia’s eyes meet his with a mask of submission. She knows her place. She knows she is a tool in his game, a pawn in his twisted world, submitted to the cash flow.
“Da, Doctor Cavill,” she says and nods.
I can’t take it anymore. My body is screaming at me to escape, to run, to get as far away from this place as I can. I close my eyes, trying to shut out the scene before me. But the sounds, moans, gasps, and grunts continue to echo in my ears.
Chapter 8
The Dilemma
“Doctor’s room”is etched into my brain, a chilling reminder of the shitstorm I’ve stumbled into. I follow Nikolai out of the room, and Nadia and Cavill trail behind. They’re like shadows, moving confidently, making me want to puke.
Nikolai's eyes are always on me, like constant pressure. I hold my head high, trying to act cool, masking the fear bubbling in my gut.
He leans in, “Do you think you can do—task? Or do you need moreinstruction?”
“I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it—quickly,” I say, my voice steady, a carefully constructed lie. My heart is pounding, but I won’t let him see I’m scared. “I’m a fast learner.”
I know what’s coming, but there’s no way I’m doing this willingly. I need to survive, and I need to get out.
Before I can even process what’s happening, one of Nikolai’s guys, a monster of a man with a face carved out of granite, approaches. He whispers something urgent into Nikolai’s ear, his words a torrent of Russian that chills me to the bone.
The large guy calls NikolaiWolfie.That’s all I get from the conversation, but it’s enough to make me step back.
Nikolai’s brow furrows, his jaw clenches, a vein throbbing in his neck. He throws out a string of curses, Russian words that sound like a symphony of anger. I don’t understand a word, but I can feel the shift in the air. It’s like a dam breaking, the tension tightening.
“Stay with her,” Nikolai says, his gaze flicking between me and the man. “I handle this.”
He reaches out, his fingers brushing my hand as he kisses it, a gesture that feels more like a claim than a courtesy. His eyes hold me captive, their dark depths unsettling. But I don’t flinch. As he leaves, I shudder, pulling back slightly from his touch, but I force my face to remain impassive.
He’s unnerving.
“Don’t worry,” the man says, his voice a low growl that makes the hairs on my neck stand on end. “You won’t beboredfor long.” He gives me a slow, calculating look.
With a final, possessive glance, Nikolai disappears down the corridor, leaving me alone with this–thing. My hands are clammy, and my voice is raspy. I have to make up a lie.
“So, I’ll be going,” I say, my voice steady. My hand trembles ever so slightly against the smooth fabric of my dress.
“Niet,” the guard says, his gaze unwavering. He’s not letting me go.
Find an excuse, Ava, now.
“I must,” I say, “Nadia told me to come. She needs to teach me things.” I don’t let my voice falter, but I can feel his gaze studying me, and my mind races, trying to anticipate his next move.
