Dance of Madness: Chapter 25

“What the fuck?!”

I could have warned her what she’d see before I took her into the basement at Greymoor. But I didn’t.

This is why she screams and jumps behind me when we get to the bottom of the stairs and she sees Leo fucking Debolsky tied to a chair.

Gag in his mouth.

Blood on his face.

Oh, yeah—and his right hand nailed to a board tied to the arm of his chair.

Sometimes you have a problem that isn’t going to seriously hurt you, but is fucking annoying. A splinter, for instance: you’re not going to bleed out. You don’t need a surgeon or stitches. That splinter, though, is a pain in the ass.

You can’t stop thinking about it. It’s always just…there. Sometimes, it makes a real nuisance of itself by getting infected. Then you can’t ignore it anymore.

Leo is the goddamn splinter in this analogy, if that wasn’t already abundantly clear. And like a splinter, sometimes, you have to force the fucker out.

You have to take matters into your own hands to get rid of the problem.

That’s what I did tonight.

Do I feel guilty that I was the one who paid the bartender to spike Leo’s first drink? Or that I was the one who made sure Leo’s subsequent Arnold Palmers, when re-ordered by the cocktail waitress, were made by that same bartender, who I’d slid three hundred bucks to, ensuring they had a little bit more booze in them each time? Until the last one was basically lemon- and tea-flavored vodka? Nope.

I knew the risk with her being there, but I didn’t know he’d push things so far.

That I do feel guilty about. But I’m going to expel that guilt tonight, along with Leo’s blood.

It started with me not liking the fact that the object of my affection was also catching the attention of this Russian douchebag. But then that “not liking it” factor began to ratchet up until it turned into something more like “fucking hating” the fact that he kept inserting himself into her life.

I did my homework. I discovered that Vladimir Debolsky is trying to use his new seat on the Aviation Council to forge deals with powerful New York families.

I also discovered that a few years ago Milena found herself out in the Hamptons with this fuck, and he tried to break down her goddamn bedroom door to get his filthy hands on her.

On the one hand… I get it.

On the other? He’s a fucking dead man.

This splinter just tweaked my hand for the last time. And now, it’s going to get removed.

For good.

“What the fuck?!” Milena blurts again from behind me, a horrified expression on her face as she looks at Leo.

Now’s the part where I have to show her why eradicating this motherfucker is the only way forward here.

“I was just going to fuck up his hand and send the motherfucker home with a warning for touching you…”

I nod to his right hand—the one he touched her with: I know, because I made him tell me—nailed to the two-by-four tied to the arm of the chair.

“But then I found these in his car.”

I walk over to a rickety table in the corner of the basement and hold up a baggie of pills and some zip ties.

Leo starts screaming into his gag, shaking his head frantically.

Okay, cards on the table, I didn’t find these in Leo’s car. But I did find several instances in his past where girls seemed to have a horrifying habit of waking up in his bed without clothes or memories after having a drink with him.

Girls who were later forced to sign NDAs and take measly sums of cash to shut the fuck up about Vladimir’s son.

So, maybe Leo wasn’t planning on drugging and raping Milena.

But I don’t give a fuck. Just like I don’t give a fuck if he’s decided to be sober now.

He’s a piece of shit, and worse, a piece of shit who landed on my radar for sniffing around and laying his hands on what’s mine.

So, that’s probably what he’s bleating on about through his gag.

But fuck him.

“Shut your mouth, asshole,” I snap. I exhale as I turn back to Milena. “This,” I say, indicating the baggie, “is GHB. The date rape drug.” Then I lift the zip ties, and her face goes white. “I think you can guess what his plans were.”

I do feel guilty for lying to her right now. A lot, actually. But I’m also doing the world a fucking favor by getting rid of this shithead who got away with wrecking lives and hurting other girls for years.

Also, he touched her.

This was coming no matter what his past looked like.

Milena’s mouth is grim, her eyes steely as she turns to stare at Leo.

“He was also ordering drinks with booze in them. Needless to say, he’s not fucking sober.”

Leo starts wailing and screaming into his gag again. This time, I let him carry on like a whiny little bitch.

“Oh—and there’s no deal with Vladimir.”

Yep. Barring a wedding between Leo and Milena—which, obviously, is not fucking happening—there’s no arrangement between the Kalishnik and Debolsky families, not if Vladimir has anything to say about it.

“None of it was real, Milena,” I say quietly.

She stares at the man tied to the chair, bleeding, sobbing into his gag and soaked in his own urine.

“It was all just to fuck you,” I grunt. “He wanted to see you. Touch you. Put his tiny little dick inside you.” I look at her, my lips curling a little as I beckon. “Come here, princess.”

She swallows, biting her lip and walking over to me.

“I’m going to help him do one of those.”

Before she can open her mouth, she’s gasping sharply as I spin her around, pushing her hips against the table.

“Nero—”

She gasps again as I bend her over it, a hand on the small of her back.

“What the fuck⁠—”

She squirms, then starts to thrash as I gently slide my hand under her skirt.

“What the fuck are you—oh⁠—”

I can’t help it. A goddamn hurricane could be touching down on top of us, and I’d still want to touch her. And kiss her, and taste her, and slide inside her.

I’ve always suspected she felt the same way about me. But when I slide my fingers under the edge of her panties and find her sweet pussy slick and wet for me, I know I was right.

“Nero…” she chokes, her breath catching in her throat as I run a finger up her pussy lips, under her skirt. “What are you⁠—”

“Taking what’s mine,” I growl. “In front of the piece of shit who thinks otherwise.”

She whips her head around, staring at me with wide, shocked eyes.

“Wait,” she whimpers as I push my thumb through her slick lips and rub it over her throbbing clit. Her face turns bright red, and she buries it in her hands, unable to look at Leo as he screams into his gag not fifteen feet away.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby,” I growl as I lean over her back, my lips at her ear as I push her blonde hair aside. “You’re not sick, or fucked up, or broken because you get wet when I put my hands on you.”

I groan as I press my throbbing erection against her ass through our clothes. Her pussy tightens around my finger, and she shivers.

“See?” I murmur. “If you’re sick, then so am I. If you’re fucked up, I am too. If you’re broken… We can be broken together.”

I grab a fistful of her skirt, dragging it a little up her thighs in the back.

“I—” She shivers again. “I don’t want him to watch⁠—”

“Don’t worry princess,” I murmur low in her ear. “It’s the last thing he’ll ever see.”

Her spine snaps straight, and her head twists sharply, her eyes locking with mine.

“The last thing.”

Her mouth drops open as I slide two fingers into her molten cunt. Leo is screaming and thrashing, but we tune him out as my fingers stroke in and out of her. He can’t see-see her, but he can obviously tell what I’m doing when her face caves and a soft whimper falls from her lips.

I tug my zipper down and pull out my swollen cock. That, Leo probably gets a glimpse of. I don’t give a shit.

I ease my fingers out of her, rubbing her clit as I position the head of my dick against her dripping wet opening.

“Nero…oh fuuuuck…”

She moans as I slide into her, driving my hips forward and burying every inch of my thick cock in her tight little hole. Leo babbles in—English? Russian? I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care—as I draw out and then ram back into her.

Milena’s still got her face buried in her hands, her upper body bent across the table as I slowly fuck her against the edge of it. I groan, gritting my teeth as I start to move faster, my cock sliding out of her greedy little cunt as it clings to me before I thrust right back in.

My hips crash against her ass. I’m still hiding her nudity from view, keeping her skirt over her as I pound into her. But the wet sounds of us sliding together, and her whimpered little moans, fill the grimy basement as Leo looks on, helpless.

I start to fuck her even harder, my cock spreading her pussy wide as I ram into her. I grunt and grab her hair in a fist, hips pounding as I turn to look right at Leo.

“Listen to that, motherfucker,” I snarl. “This pussy’s mine. And watch closely,” I hiss, still glaring at him, “because her coming all over my cock is the last thing you’ll ever see. I want that to be what’s in your brain when I send you to hell.”

With that, I grab her hip with one hand and yank her hair in the other, and I start to fuck the shit out of her.

My cock rams her over and over, making her moans and squeals grow louder and louder, until it’s like she’s forgotten that we’re not alone. The sounds of her pleasure echo through the dank room as I pound into her from behind, feeling her eager little pussy strangle my dick until her legs start to quiver and shake.

With a sobbing cry, she collapses across the table, screaming out her orgasm as she floods my dick with her cum.

I slow, then gently slide out. I don’t bother covering my cock as I turn and stroll over to Leo. His eye bulge, like he thinks I’m going to fuck him or something.

Honestly, he’d probably prefer that over what I’m actually about to do.

He doesn’t realize what’s happening until I’m two feet away and yanking the knife out from under my jacket. His eyes bulge, his body jolting, yanking at his binds as he screams and screams.

Fuck you, Leo.

You touched what’s mine.

In one swift stroke, I draw my knife across his throat. There’s a wet gurgling sound as a flood of sticky crimson pours down his chest.

I don’t bother watching him die, just drop the knife to the ground, turn and walk back to Milena. She whimpers as I roughly pull her up onto the table, flip her over, and then lay her back, her legs spread wide around my hips.

My hand wraps around her throat as I guide myself back into her. My hips crash into her thighs, my cock fucking her drippy, greedy pussy as her unfettered, wild moans fill my ears.

She starts to turn her head to look over at Leo and see why he’s stopped screaming. But I hold her jaw firmly, shaking my head as my cock rams into her over and over.

“Eyes on me, princess,” I groan. “Always on me.”

It’s only then that I realize my hand around her throat has blood on it.

Not mine. Not hers.

The thought brings a feral grin to my lips as I start to fuck her recklessly. Wildly.

I feel like a fucking tribal chieftain or a goddamn warlord, still dripping with the blood of his enemies as he takes his woman after the battle,.

Suddenly, I’m up on the table with her, still fucking her, my bloody fingers still wrapped around her throat, kissing her with everything I have as she explodes beneath me and screams my name into my mouth, her pussy clamping down around my cock.

With a final groan, I bite her lip and pump rope after rope of hot cum into her as she clings to me, kissing me madly.