I sucked in a deep breath and bit my inner cheeks.
The merciless grip around my throat squeezing in such a manner to show dominance blows my mind.
Fervent and explosive pair of arctic wolf's eyes gnawing at my soul. Precisely sucking the essence.
The overwhelming scent of sister pine- a base note which is usually suppressed but now it is flowing abundant. Filling the streams of my breath along with his other dark attributes- Gasoline, and sweat. Weird combination yet enticing which sounds entirely wrong.
Being attracted to him is like a moth drawn to flames. He will combust me, ruin me, and swallow me whole like starters, not even main course. Shame on me.
"Didn't I warn you, moya koshka? It has only been two weeks and you forgot. Hmm…"
Indirectly yes, for the first one and the second one I haven't forgotten but this horseshit made me confront him.
"Vladimir. I am not your fucking slave-"
"Shh… moya koshka…" His fingers lucidly paved his rubbing onto my lips. Sensually, in fact. "You are whatever the fuck I ask you to be, babygirl. Understood?" He whispered against my ears.
Commanding as usual but not anymore. I am not being his weak submissive doll to dance along with his rhythms.
I broke that once and I will do it over and over again.
I pushed him slightly as our eyes clashed.
"News Flash asshole- I am not. If you are going to break me then I will break you back. I know how much you want this win, adrenaline, and to be at the top of the peak where no one can reach, but… You forgot one thing- I am the one who can give you that."
"Cute."
I blinked… What?... Am I imagining or this crazy Demon just tapped my nose and pinched it. No he did not.
"I wanted to congratulate you on the car development and its performance personally at my office, Anushka but I guess you like this setting- me pinning you on the wall…"
The insufferable smirk on his face which I wanted to smack it off.
Truth is truth darling…
You stupid brain- you should be on my side not supporting our enemy.
Enemy? I highly doubt this fine specimen can be our enemy.
Your loyalty is highly questionable.
Oh please don't be dramatic. We are pleasing our eyes…
"I love this kink of yours, moya Koshka." His smooth chuckled vibrated into my body as I felt a weird sensation down my core.
Well, I know the sensation but I am not accepting this piece of shit causing my body for him. Never.
"Denial at first… we can change that with progress"
His lazy yet seductive touches make my skin blaze with desire. Robes my breath, traps my eyes to his hypnosis.
A huge lump stuck within my vocal box. I tried to break this trance but only my throat bobs to and fro.
His fingers again rest onto my dried chapped lips.
In those pools of ice blue eyes, something flickered briefly before the fortress blocked my vision of knowledge. He leaned in and my body automatically reacted itself… Usually the first itch would be the nipples turning pebble but for me- my inner thighs twitched like a bitch in heat.
"You playing with fire, Koshka"
His russian accent thickened like a heavy blanket onto my skin and I couldn't still speak or move from the trance. I gulped.
"If you don't wipe this innocent face with that erotic eyes don't blame me if I took you against the wall, Koshcehka"
As much I love that to read in books, this isn't going to happen in my fucking life.
My body automatically piloted itself as I gasped in horror. There ladies and gentlemen, I punched my demon into his nose with my fist and ran for my dear life.
I glanced back once before entirely disappearing. Vladimir wasn't phased but surprised at my audacity, I guess which might have flipped one or two arrogant brain cells of his.
He touched his bleeding nose- I think that should be his reality check… His head snapped at my direction and I got a clear picture.
Vladimir Yusupov was and is a psycho maniac. He licked his own blood from his fingers and mouthed at me while titling his backwards with a disturbing smile,
"Run little kitten… Run…"
Finally I understood what he called me in that sinful russian tone.
I was his motherfucking- 'kitten'.
That asshole forgot I got claws of the cat's family, the highly enlisted predators- I am the Lioness.
I won't scratch him but rip him into shreds before he could think of having me.
The way your body was shivering a minute ago or the fact that you are actually running seems like you are the prey here…
Shut up! I am going to lick my wounds and come back like a bitch-
Bitch in heat-
Fuck you!
*~*~*~*~
My favorite game is hide and seek where I love to seek the persons who hide, especially if it would be more thrilling at night. Dark and spooky. Rusling of grasses, light footsteps, the whisperings, or the way of camouflaging into the environment- gives me a fresh source of adrenaline apart from Formula One.
The prey on the ground is getting hunted at my hands.
If being a predator excites me as a seeker then being the person to hide bustles my whole body in utmost vibration because I take it to another level.
I don't run or constantly change my location for the seeker to find me which in fact gives away my location.
I leisurely walk, analyse my environment, and play with the mind of my seeker.
I am not afraid of getting dirtier and definitely not afraid of having a broken bone or two as it makes me feel alive.
At the moment- I am neither seeking nor hiding but rather avoiding a certain psycho. Namely- Vladimir Yusupov.
For instance, I thought hell would break loose the next day- such a way jeopardizing my career or lack of thereof - but the Qualifying went spectacular with him positioning at pole which everyone expected off. Including me when I saw his A grade lap on the practice day.
Even on the race day everything went smooth. No hinches. No pinning on the wall…
Are you that much eager for the second round?
I rolled my eyes.
It felt calm before the storm and of course, the Bahrain Grand Prix was won by the prick. All thanks to my knowledge and car.
Who is now arrogant.
Come on insignificant fool, without that he wouldn't even have the win if not for the change. He should bow to me and kiss my feet.
But- back to our situation. I am avoiding the psycho such that he wouldn't trap me alone or corner me for revenge. Come on, he is a maniac and who knows how he will get back to me for his damaged nose.
I warned myself before not to cross him but now that I have, I will not do it twice.
"Here you are Anna" Frederick Riverwood- the acting CEO and the team principal of Votichna C4 Racing. Well, another fact is that he has no power or say in this company, especially on Vladimir but at least a good and kind person.
"Hey Fred. Need something"
"Exactly, Anna because only you can help me to tame Vladimir." I looked at him deadpan. Do I look like a cowgirl who will tame that bull? Just now I reminded myself to not to cross him and the next moment I am thrown at the animal starving for me.
"No"
"Anna please… He only listens to you and not anyone else."
"Still a no, Fred. You have to come out of delusion that he listens. No he doesn't. That almighty Demon-" I bit my lips before I lost my mouth.
"See, only you can give him a pet name and call it publicly. Please Anna. How about a 10% increase for this help?"
Now that is an interesting offer. Money is money. "I'm all ears"
"So, here is the thing… There is an interview-"
Fuck the money. My life is important, that bastard never attends any interviews.
"Federick. I wish you good luck. My life is more precious than money."
"Twenty percent"
"No"
"Twenty five"
"No and No"
"Thirty" Tempting. "Thirty five"
"Done." I am ruined
"Deal." He shook my hands and I'm dreading the fact that I have to meet the Demon after a long period of avoiding.
"What are you two whispering?"
A familiar russian rumbling sounded annoyed and his glare met mine. What? I haven't forgotten that I hate this asshole.
I glared at him back.
"Okay… hm… you two young people have fun." Of course Frederick ran for his life and I foolishly glaring at a top class predator.
"Had fun hiding, Koshka?"
That infuriating smirk. Good thing is that- I punched his nose.
Fun my ass.