LOGINELVIS POVI barely covered a foot before Oleg was on me. Grabbing my jaw from the front and tore me back to my feet. Forced eye-to-eye for the first time since he had dragged me onto his lap, I took in the horrifying contrast—while I was battered and fighting for air, he appeared almost unscathed; his damp hair fell across his forehead, veiling his eyes slightly was the only indication that he’d exerted himself at all. A deadly coldness hardened his features. "How many times does it take for it to sink in?" he hissed, his thumb digging into my skin. "You don't ever attempt to run from me."I didn't even get a full look at him before I was airborne. I collided hard with the wall, then collapsed onto the ground with a bone-jarring thud. A low groan tore from my throat; my head had also cracked against the concrete—I was stunned to find no blood when I reached up to check. Oleg moved toward me, but his figure doubled, blurring into two identical threats. I squeezed my hands into tight fi
ELVIS POVHe acted as if I hadn't spoken at all. "Oleg," I pleaded. "Keep quiet," he growled. "Unless you want to add more bodies to the listI went instantly mute, curling into myself in a frantic bid to stay unseen by whoever was on the other side. The heavy door groaned open just enough for a worn, canvas-like bag to be passed through. Oleg kept me completely shielded, securing my legs with his left arm while grabbing the drop with his right. Re-centering his grip, he carried me back into the room. The sack swung, striking my knee, its contents a terrifying mystery.Oleg sat back down in the chair, hoisting me back onto his lap.That was when the world stopped, making it excruciatingly clear that I didn't affect him at all, not even on the most basic, biological level. Unlike mine, he didn't have a shred of arousal. I heard my own heart fracture into pieces.Was this just how his body worked? It felt massive, pressed against my ass, so how could it still be soft? I pressed back har
ELVIS POV“Hours earlier”The metallic tang of blood saturated the air, thick enough to choke on.Three souls extinguished because Oleg had made it his mission to show me the consequences of feeling what I felt for him and daring to utter those feelings aloud. My eyes settled on the woman for the longest. The scapegoat from the very beginning. Her face was turned slightly toward me, eyes half-open. She might've been thinking about someone she loved.She hadn't deserved this.None of them had.Blood covered the floor, smeared across surfaces, soaked into everything around them.Blood.So fucking much of it.My breath broke into uneven heaves, each one more painful than the previous This was what I did.I took lives. I tore love from people; I shattered dreams they had spent years building, grinding every last piece beneath my heel."No. No, I can't stay here.” I thrashed against him, but my strength was evaporating. "I want...I need to get away from here.The words strangled in my th
ELVIS POV The more aroused you get, the more the intensity climbs. And just when you're about to tip off that feeling… Oleg had chuckled when he told me this. "—it halts. Then leaves you the frustration, before it starts the whole cycle again." Who would've thought something so small could obey me exactly? That phrase had lodged itself in my head, refusing to leave. And now, I was experiencing exactly what he meant. ********* "Please—ah—make it stop, it's too intense, I can't take any more—" The words left me in shreds. My ass down through my legs was a full-body quake I had zero control over. Even so, I was shamelessly rocking myself back onto him, my broken brain too far gone to do anything but fuck myself harder on the exact thing I was begging him to stop. None of that compared to the cold, sickening fact: He still wasn’t hard. That realization hit worse than the vibrations ripping through me or, perhaps, than the dead bodies lying right in front of me. My body w
ELVIS POV I was burning up, so distracted I missed Oleg’s hand sliding inside my shirt. His palm branded my skin like a live wire, igniting a dizzying heat in my belly. I sat helplessly, hyper-aware of the audience. I crossed my legs tightly. This is wrong. I felt like entertainment for the dying witness in front of us. "Oleg," I begged, gripping his wrist to stop him. "Please, not in front of them." I hushed the words out, terrified of drawing in the prisoners of his next move. But his hand was relentless. It slid lower, dipping into the waistband of my trousers. Terror gripped me. I stared down as I felt the blood rushing downwards, my body reacting against my will. I chewed on my lip so hard I drew blood, trying to stop the desire. His thumb circled my hip bone. What was meant to be a grip to push him away now felt like I was holding onto him. "Can we take this somewhere else?" I pleaded desperately He remained silent, amplifying the brutal awkwardness in the room. I was sweati
ELVIS POV Those shadowed hazel eyes bore into mine, his lips sealed in a grim line. His body hardened against me, an abrupt rigidity, unlike the man I knew. My eyelids fluttered erratically, a physical reaction to the bile rising in my throat. I ransacked my mind for the voice that had compelled me to confess, the instinct that had driven those words between Oleg and me. But I found only a void. It was gone, leaving me to face the sin I had spoken into existence. My hands scrabbled against the solid wall of his chest, the contact electric. "I touched you... Ole... Oleg," I stammered, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush. That seemed to snip the thread holding him together. Whatever glimmer of humanity had touched him was extinguished, leaving his eyes vacant once more. A barely there smile ghosted over his lips as he dipped his head, then slowly lifted his gaze to meet mine. His lids were heavy, sultry, and his breathing had turned shallow and jagged. It was a pant so quiet
ELVIS POVThe door slammed behind Oleg, and the room finally loosened what had been strangling me. Only then did I become aware of the tremor running through my body. My knees gave way, and I hit the floor before I even realized I was falling.“Already down?” Oleg drawled. “We haven’t even warmed u
OLEG POVThere was no shock in my father’s eyes as he crossed one leg over the other, “a wordless admission” that he’d known all along I’d uncover the truth and had been anticipating this confrontation.“I only stopped that video from spreading because you were in it,” he said evenly. “I couldn’t l
ELVIS POVLittle brother?!I’d guessed it, but hearing it said out loud still threw me. The likeness had always been there, “that magnetic pull that made people stop and look when either brother walked in.” Now the pieces fell into place. The man, Oleg’s brother looked familiar because he was one o
ELVIS POVStill not taking his eyes off me as he flicked his brunette hair back like some bored model between shoots.“You’re next,” the watcher bit out.“Under whose orders?” he shrugged and sauntered over to a nearby seat. “I forfeit.”The air stood still.“You forfeit, you lose automatically. An







