Chapter 5

Sasha was done scribbling and sketching on the paper when the door opened and Russell walked in. His eyes scanned the room and then down at the east where Sasha was sitting. "What are you doing down there? Crying?"

"Yeah, I've been dropping a lot of tears in the form of ink lately." She rolled her eyes and got back to what she was doing. "What am I supposed to wear?" 

"Hmm. How about nothing?" He chuckled, imagining the dirty pictures of Sasha naked on his mind. His crotch again grew hard against his pants and he grumbled quietly. He didn't even get to taste her and she was already making him horny. He loved women and their bodies. He got turned on easily. But there had to be some trigger to do that to him. Either the woman's cleavage or any other part of her body exposed. Especially the booty. But Sasha was covered from top to bottom. Nothing about her was that enticing. Or was it? Because the way she presented herself, fearless, was a major turn on itself. 

"How about a slap?"she said and his face hardened. He walked up to her and crouched down to get level to come into her eye contact. Sasha felt the proximity. She had no intentions to look up and work on her sketch, but as expected,he groped her lower jaw and pulled her face up. 

"I didn't know you were this kinky. Maybe we can try that out." He said, his eyes reflecting lust mixed with some hint of bdsm. 

"I'm not into that stuff." She shoved his hand away. 

"You have quite the guts. Let's get them out of you tonight." He held her by the wrist and pulled her towards the bed. But by the time he was near the bed, the air shifted and he found himself lying on the ground, caged between Sasha's legs. His arm was now in her grip, tight and twisted to the extent to break it. 

"I said to you before. Do not touch me." Her eyes infuriated with anger and she wanted to break the bone of his arm, but it would only make him more angry at her and it would lead to her impending doom. 

You have to stay here, Sasha. She reminded herself. 

A smile curved up Russell's lips, making her frown. What was so funny for this man? "You just fascinate me a lot, babygirl. Got some nice moves there. And a nice body structure." His eyes were focused between her thighs which were directly above his line of sight. Sasha gritted her teeth and moved her legs back together. This man was the God of perversion. But it felt like the wrong move because Russell pulled her leg with his free hand, making her fall on the ground and in a minute, he was on top of her. Her hands were pinned against the floor, her hair sprawled everywhere, including some of her face. "When you hold someone down, make sure you have all of their limbs pinned down." She felt the pressure on her legs as they were pinned by his. She should have thought her attack out through. 

But she wasn't that experienced. She had learned the basics to get over random men trying to grope her. It was the only sense of security she had. 

Russell sniffed her neck and the hair that was adorning it. He loved long hair, but her hair wasn't that silky. He could tell that even her hair went from a rough time. Her chest moved up and down with her laboured breaths, as she felt the tip of his nose touching her body. It sparkled a sudden sensation between her thighs, one she didn't want to experience at this moment. "Well, well. I do want to do a lot of things for you. But—" his face moved back to come in contact with hers. 

"Do you have a thing for keeping things on the side of suspense?" 

He chuckled. "Patience, my love. You seem to be quite impatient, but your comebacks are worthy of my ears."

"Good for you. Because you're going to get them in plenty." She spatted. 

"Would love them." He kissed her cheek, making her flinch. He wanted to have all of her, but he had other plans. There was no fun in raping her. Rather he wanted to fuck her hard when she would be moaning his name in his lips. He wanted her to feel the pleasure of getting fucked by him. He wanted that same look in her eyes that she had when looking at the carving. Only for him. 

Sasha felt the weight lifting from her body as he moved up and forwarded her his hand to take. She refused and stood on her legs, dusting her clothes. Russell loved how stubborn she was. Yet very calm and calculative. She did not take any rash steps or tried to run away. Something far from his expectations. 

"Stay here. I will get my men to go into your house and get your clothes." He said, his scanning over her body. 

"Fine." She dusted her butt. "But I want all my underwear here. All of them." She emphasized the last line. 

"I don't take orders, sweetheart." 

"I have a short name, you know. You don't need those cheesy nicknames." 

"Yes. You do. Sasha." The way he said it made something churn inside her. She had no idea why it felt so weird, but if one had to explain, then it was more or less errotic. But what was strange was how good it felt. 

Russell loved the name. How smoothly it rolled out of his tongue. "Laters, baby." He winked at her. 

"Hope that it's too late." She gave a sardonic smile, narrowing her eyes. 

"It won't. Don't hold on to hope, Sasha." He clicked his tongue and walked towards the door. He opened it ajar and tilted his head back at her. "By the way, don't count your underwear. They will be three or four less." He smiled and walked out of the room, closing the door behind.

Sasha huffed. "Moron!" She did not have that many underwear to start with and one of the chosen ones would be under this pervert's nose. 

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