“Miron, please leave,” I say as calmly and politely as I can.
“Mm. No. Not unless you leave with me. We can get out of Las Vegas, we can go far away, get married—we can finally be together,” he says, walking towards me with his hand reached out.
I wince away from him, scrambling over the bed, wondering if the bathroom door locks and if I could hide in there.
He sees me glancing at it and sneers.
I only have this one chance.
I dive towards it, racing against him, just reaching it as he grabs me and lifts me off my feet. He throws me across the room, onto the bed.
I open my mouth to scream and he throws himself onto me, locking his hand over my mouth. His breath is hot against my face as his body pins me to the bed.
That smile.
It’s a smile I’ve seen on his face a hundred times, and it terrifies me to my core.
I try to squirm out from beneath him, screaming muffled sounds against his hand, but it’s no use.
He kicks my legs open, forcing himself between them. I claw at his face and he grabs my hands one at a time, forcing them behind my back and pinning them there with the weight of his body.
“Don’t you see, Ulyana? We were always meant to be together. But if I can’t keep you as my wife, I will still have you—and then, after I’ve felt what it’s like to take you, in any way I want—I will kill you so that no one else can ever have you again.”
I try to shake my head, my tears spilling against his hand strapped over my face.
“Well, if you don’t want to die, then marry me,” he growls. “Imagine the look on your brother’s face. Ha.” He snorts laughter. “And your husband. That man never deserved you, Ulyana.I deserve you. No one else.”He thrusts his hips forward, rubbing his cock against me, and I whimper in disgust and fear.
“Mm, yes, make those beautiful sounds. I know you love this. I know you want this, little bird,” he whispers against my cheek, and I choke in disgust.
He’s completely delusional. His obsession has no limits, and right now I’m convinced he will kill me if I don’t do what he says.
“You are my prize, beautiful girl. The prize I win when I take over the world. I will be the most powerful man, with you at my side.”
He thrusts his hips forward again, slower this time, my body is repulsed, nauseated as he rocks against me.
I’m trapped.
Panic surges and I try again to fight him, but this only angers him more. “For fuck’s sake, Ulyana, let’s just get this over with. Once you’ve experienced what it’s like to feel my love, you’ll never want another man again,” he hisses, spitting his words into my face in anger. He grabs my shirt and rips it, tearing it from my body. His eyes trace over my breasts and I buck beneath him, trying to throw him off me.
The door flies open and Benedikt shouts, “Get the fuck off her.”
Miron’s eyes flare wide, and he tries to roll away from me. The moment his hand leaves my mouth I scream, the terror inside me welled up and needing an escape.
Benedikt doesn’t give Miron a chance to get to his feet. He slams into him with the full force of his weight. His shoulder connects with Miron’s jaw and Miron flies across the hotel room, crashing into the table holding my dinner. His spine snaps against it and he screams in agony. He flops to the ground, paralyzed, no longer able to fight back. I stare with morbid curiosity as he rolls his head to the side, still making a futile attempt to escape. He doesn’t seem to have control over his body, but he still appears to be in a lot of pain.
“Please, wait.” Miron mutters, looking up at Benedikt. “It’s just the spine that’s broken, just the bones. If I get to a hospital they can fix it,” he says, pulling his mouth tight, agony shooting though him.
Benedikt doesn’t care. He grabs Miron around the throat and lifts him as he dangles, helpless, pain coursing through him, begging for mercy.
“I’ll disappear,” Miron shouts, pleading.
“Fuck you, you lying disgusting shit stain. You’re nothing, and there is no fucking chance in hell that I’m letting you walk out of here after you hurt my wife.”
“She’s mine,” Miron screams. “She was never yours.”
I’m surprised to see his psychotic obsession spilling out, even now, when he has no chance.
Benedikt looks at me, his eyes staring into my soul. I know what he’s asking. In this moment, I realize I don’t care if I’m the one holding the blade. I realize what Benedikt is willing to go through for me.For us.
