Chapter 4

Though his session is unsupervised, there the guards posted along the corridor.

I enter the room.

He smirks, as I enter the room. "Doctor Korovin," He says lowly, his mouth caressing the syllables of my name.

I smile sweetly. "Mr. Niko."

His muscles ripple in his arms as he shrugs. "Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?"

A little, not that it's any business of his.

I ignore his comment. "You're being released tommorow. Are you excited?"

"I have a question of my own," He growls, braiding his fingers. "Does you fiancée treat you well?"

I cock my head. "Excuse me?”

"There's a slight discoloration on your finger in the shape of a ring. The color suggests it's only been on your finger for a year or so,"

What an astute observation.

"Does it matter?" I ask.

He smirks. "It does. After all, I'm happy to offer myself as a relief."

Heh. Of course he is.

I sit back in my chair. "This is the last time I'll see you, Mr. Niko. I have enjoyed speaking with you, and I wish you the best in your life."

He nods curtly. "Thanks Doc."

I smile, fading away into the doorway.

I stand, leaving him once more. "Good bye Mr. Niko."

"Doctor Korovin," He calls.

I glance back at him, as the cell closed. "I'll see you."

I look away. Let's hope not. I don't think I can stand him and his seduction outside.

I head home, clearing him from my mind, calling my so called fiance.

He doesn't answer. Fuck!

I call him again, but again, nothing. As I head into the house, I text him. We were supposed to be having dinner together.

Is he alright?

I sigh. I have to break up with him. He's useless to me.

"Anastasia," He calls, as he comes on my house, uninvited.

"Hey, I was just calling you."

Andrei is a nice guy I guess, tall and lean. His brown hair and brown eyes, and dull tone match his rather average personality.

"Yeah, I came right over because I think we should speak face to face."

I nod. "I think we should,"

"We should breakup.”

We say in harmony.

He puts his hands in his pockets, sheepishly smiling.

"I guess we both felt this relationship getting stale huh?"

I shrug sadly.

"Yeah," I pull my ring out of my pocket handing it to him.

"You sure are eager to break up aren't you," He laughs.

"Well we haven't been truly together in so long, Andrei. It's just natural we end this."

"I guess. I'll see you around I guess."

I stop him.

He smiles. "I knew you didn't want to break up.”

"Actually, I need your key," I drawl.

His face falls. 'R-right. Here." He puts it in my hand, lingering.

"Alright. Well...dueces Andrei!"

He stammers as I push him out the door.

"Wai—" I slam the door.

I need a drink.

***

Darya and I drink at bar. She said I needed to shake off this failed relationship with little booze and bad behavior.

I agree with the booze, but I much rather not do...I stare at her practically fucking a guy on the dancefloor.

What she's doing.

I sigh. Oh well, I'll just drink and chill. I was with Andrei for four years. Even though what we had was gone way before we actually broke up, we were in love once.

It's not like my heart is shattered, but it hurts a little y'know? Letting someone go when you've loved them for so long.

I mean, in a way, I'm completely over him. But in another way, I feel a little lost, only because he's so familiar.

"You're drinking like someone who was just broke up." A voice says deeply.

I nod, my vision flickering. I can hold my alcohol, but it doesn't do me too well.

"I did. I'm not like, heartbroken or anything. Just sayinggoodbye in my own way I guess."

He sits next to me. I feel him.

"You know there's something that helps sadness more than alcohol?"

"What?" I snort.

"Letting someone fuck away the pain. And I volunteer, Doctor Korovin."

My head snaps toward him. "Niko?"

He smirks, his pearly whites teeth on display.

"I told I'd see you didn't I? And I hate liars.”

How is he here?

“I got out on good behavior. A day early, which is kinda stupid but here I am.”

“I love this outfit,”He whispered, tugging at my crop top. “It's so...revealing.”

I roll my eyes. “Go away, Niko.”

“Oh no, don't be that,” He coos. “I came all this way to see you. I came all this way, to fuck you, and I think I should be rewarded,” He grins.

I look away, sipping on my henessy.

“I'm not interested,” I shoot flatly. He says nothing, and after a minute, I thought he'd actually left.

Instead, I find my body being moved, pulled into strong arms.

“Ah,ah,” He sings in my ear breathily. “You know I hate liars, Doctor Korovin.”

He takes the cup from my hand, setting it down.

He lures me onto the dance floor, pulling me in his arms.

His hands rest on my lower stomach, his long fingers resting just above my heat.

His lips lay cool on my ear.

I lick my lips, allowing this.

“Why are you interested in me, anyway?” I ask, as he swings my hips against him.

“I'm dominant by definition. And you're...so submissive, the sight of you makes me hard.” He says bluntly.

I almost choke. “I'm not submissive. I don't act like a submissive, at all.”

What song is playing? Why am I entertaining this?

He chuckles deeply, making my belly flutter.

“You say that, because you don't understand submission. You don't have to be a meek, timid little girl to be submissive, that's just an ignorant assumption.”

I swallow. “So what about me is submissive?”

“The mark of a true submissive isn't how she acts. It's how she acts around a dominant. You can tell when someone is worthy of your submission. And you show it."

“How?” My breath hitches as he pulls me closer.

“You obey,” He murmured lowly in my ear, nibbling my lobe. I sigh softly.