All Chapters of Crave The Enemy : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ALEKSANDER Blood. Lots of it.I’ve gotten used to the sight. Mostly because I’ve lost enough of my own to stop flinching at it. Doesn’t mean I like it. It just means it doesn’t shake me anymore.The coppery taste sticks in the air. It seeps into the floor, works its way into my tongue and the back of my throat until it’s all I can taste.That’s the thing about blood, it gets everywhere. Stains your hands, your clothes, the room you’re standing in. Doesn’t matter how much you scrub, it never really leaves.But I don't really care about the blood, or the lifeless body cooling in the chair. I've seen enough of both for a lifetime. It's the one standing before me with a grin on his face that I give a f**k about. Sergei is slumped in the chair, ropes digging into his wrists so much that I almost feel sorry for him. His mouth is sagged open in what looks like a half-smirk. Typical Sergei, too stubborn to drop the act, even when he couldn’t fight his way out of a chair.But I don’t care t

ALEKSANDER ‘You've heard that Sergei is missing” My father says, not as a question. He sits on his chair, hands on the table, eyes peering into my soul, almost accusatory. “Hmm” is all I say in return, because it can mean many things. He can choose to believe what he wants. I don't care. He adjusts in his seat, finally realising that probing me head on won't yield much, if at all. “How is it going with the Vescari spawn”The mention of him makes memories slam into me with full force. My father doesn't notice the way my breathing stutters for a second. He would have before. I try forcing the thought of him away, like I've been trying all day. It doesn't work. ‘As good as it gets” I answer.For my father to switch and ask me about Nico means that he suspects him, and that bothers me more than I'd like to admit.“He wouldn't happen to have anything to do with Sergei's out-of-the-blue disappearance, would he?”He asks, not being subtle about his accusations.The right course of actio

ALEKSANDER.I turn his head to look at me, “hey, relax” I say. He doesn't know this is harder for me, it takes all my self restraint to not go all the way in. His eyes are glassy from tears, but they shine with so much lust that I want to freeze this moment and lock it away forever. I've been surprising myself lately, doing things I would have never done before. I push in again, slowly, giving him only a few inches more. His body tenses, knuckles white from how hard he's gripping the table's edge. I pause to let him accommodate my size, muttering soothing words I never knew I was capable of saying.“There you go. You're taking it perfectly”. I plant kisses on his shoulder and back, he arches into it. “Go all the way already, I'm not fragile” I chuckle.“Needy”“Shut the f**k up and do it already”“Fine, you asked for it”I ease up a bit, then slam all the way in. We both groan. Him from pain and pleasure and me from absolute mind wrecking ecstasy.Being inside him feels too good.

NICOWhen I get downstairs, I find Sasha sprawled on the sofa. He doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere. I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or not. I say nothing to him and head to the kitchen. The same kitchen where I was bound. I shake the thought off. Nope, not thinking of it. Focus, me.I make my coffee in silence, pushing every thought of it away whenever it comes. A few minutes later, I hear him speaking to someone on the phone. Now, I’m not eavesdropping or anything like that, it's observation. Nothing more.He’s speaking in Russian. But it seems heated, who could he be talking to? I’m not fluent in Russian but I'm sure it's something about a club.Why does he sound hotter when he’s speaking in his native tongue? Shit, my coffee. It’s overflowed already. Did I use too much ground coffee?When I turn to continue my eaves… observation, Sasha stands at the door, arms crossed. And not so surprisingly, hot.“We’re going to a club later” he finally announces.Okay…I don't know

NICOContrary to popular belief, I don't procrastinate. I always love getting the job done as soon as possible. When my dad is involved that is. I love completing the tasks he assigns to me. Not because they're fun, but because they're the only moments I really feel useful.But for a few weeks now, I have neither talked to my dad nor done the task he assigned to me. I was focused on it the first week I got here, but somewhere between the lines, I completely put off the job.It's not that I've been distracted lately. Right. I have. By a Russian six-foot man who blows hot and cold.After that night on my bed a few days ago when I almost punished him back by attempting to f**k him, no not attempt to. I did punish him, but when the time came to actually f**k him, I couldn't do it. I have been with other guys before and I have f****d a few guys before. But in that moment, when I had Sasha bound and at my mercy, I couldn't picture myself doing it. Which irritated the fuck out of me because