Dangerous beginnings / MADE MEN BOOK 1

Iterum - One more time

trigger warning; manipulation and bdsm

Isabella

We have to break contact.

He didn't get into details. I'm not the only one holding back information, so is he.

And I feel shit about it. - even after what I have seen. Even after I know who he is; I came to have feelings for him.

I haven't told him about what I had seen. I'm scared - scared he will find out I know. I'm scared to know the truth, so I rather hide behind uncertainty and doubt.

Instead we're in the bedroom now, staring each other down.

I swallow as he sits in the corner of the room staring at me, out the window, and then a sip out of his glass.

His blouse dangerously buttoned down till his chest, revealing the lion tattoo on his chest.

We've been silent for a while now.

My heart beating so fast.

I nearly want to puke again when I think about the pictures I've seen.

And as he's staring at me with those forest green eyes, I'm scared he's going to see right through me.

Fear has turned me on several times, now I'm just horrified.

My opinion has nothing to say here, he decides. And his decision has been clear, it's better for me to leave Moscow, to stay away from him. It sure is, especially after what I now know. Or think I know.

Staying away from him should become my top priority, what if he'd sell me into human trafficking? I'd vanish from the upper world, I would never get out again. He can easily take my life, or worse.

His gentleness has made me blind to who this man is, and stays.

I've been a fool.

Breaking contact. It seems nearly impossible. I'm sure he always knows where to find me, I just won't know where to find him.

Like a predator in the shadows.

When or where, or even if we will see each other again wasn't discussed. I guess a man like Aslanov doesn't discuss things like that.

Over the last month I've not only lost my virginity, I've lost my sense of mind too.

I'm turning into one of those bipolar characters, who I hate in TV shows. Honestly there is nothing I can do about it, if I could control my emotions and myself we wouldn't be here now would we?

I stand up and gaze at the closet, I start throwing some clothes in a bag hidden under the cabinets. I'm too busy ignoring Aslanov that I don't sense him towering over me from behind.

I turn around, dropping the dress that once was in my hand.

'Stay away," I whisper as he approaches me slowly. The cabin is dark and only a dimly light shines itself in the corner.

"Stay away?" He questions as he lifts one brow.

I swallow.

I know, a little late.

'You're mine for another night.' The statement is filled with anger, posession and something else - hurt.

He's hurting to send me away.

My breath hitches in my throat as he comes even closer, making me look all the way up to meet his gaze. My nipples harden, fuck.

I back away towards the wall. And when he is close enough he cages me in between his arms.