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his shoulder to calm him down. “Take her upstairs and get her cleaned up and settled for the night.”
For once, Boris was on my side. The sensation of that filthy ogre’s hands lingered on my skin. I had dried blood caked on my clothes and a couple rounds of blood splatter from the thugs who tried to pawn me for Vladimir’s life. “Sounds perfect.” I hopped off the couch and instantly felt dizzy from the sudden movement. I held out my hands to steady myself.
Vladimir caught me and wrapped his arm around my back. “I’ve got you.”
“I don’t need—” Before I could finish my sentence, he scooped me off my feet and carried me up a narrow flight of stairs to a tiny bedroom. It was decorated like a little girl’s room with dolls and stuffed animals piled up on a light blue dresser, and faded photos of the family lined the walls.
Lacy white curtains covered the windows, and a handmade cross adorned with faux jewels and a pink ribbon was tacked on the wall next to the bed. It was like the one Boris had dangling from the rearview mirror in his Cadillac back home. The only female sibling in the family was Boris’s daughter, Katia. She died years ago when she was a little girl.
Vladimir lowered me to the bed and set a change of clothes next to me. “I apologize. We weren’t expecting you.”
I picked through the pile and held up a man’s undershirt and some seriously long sweatpants—Vladimir’s clothes.
“I’ll send out for an appropriate wardrobe in the morning.”
“Thanks. This is fine.” I nodded politely, waiting for him to leave so I could change, but he didn’t take the hint.
“You’re in pain. I need to examine your shoulder. Can you undress, or do you need help?”
God, can this situation get any worse? “I got it. Close your eyes.”
He covered his eyes with his hand. “If you need me, say the word.”
My dress was a casual cotton pullover, but when I raised my arms to lift it over my head, a sharp pain prevented me from removing it. I groaned, and that was all it took to alert Vladimir that I was in more pain than I was letting on.
“ Moy slomannyy angel.” He lowered my arms and caressed my shoulder. “Don’t be frightened.” He pulled a knife out of his pocket, penetrated the dress, and ripped it up the middle. The ruffles at the center were stronger and required another thrust to finish the job. Once it was split, he coaxed my arms out of the sleeves and dropped the bloody mess to the ground. He unhooked my bra and slid it off.
I pulled my hair forward and covered my bare breasts. Vladimir turned down the pink satin quilt that covered the twin bed and guided me under the sheets. I lay face down and he tucked me in, leaving my back exposed from the waist up. “Dimitri didn’t mean to hurt me,” I said. “I’d be at the mercy of those monsters right now if he hadn’t whizzed everything in the room at them.”
“Relax, Carter.” He ran his fingers lightly over the area of impact and moved my arm at the same time. Then his hand slid down my back and pressed against my side where the ogre punched me. “You’ve got a couple deep contusions. No broken bones, no dislocated shoulder.” He moved his hand across my back and caressed an area that was less sensitive.
I was physically and emotionally wrecked. The bed was warm and comfortable. I closed my eyes and exhaled, releasing the tension trapped in my muscles. Vladimir soothed some lotion over the injured area. It smelled medicinal and created a warming sensation when it penetrated my skin. The cool, minty cream felt heavenly as he slathered it across my aching body. Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs, but I was too exhausted to lift my head to see who it was.
A moment later, a warm compress blanketed my back and the light switch clicked off. I expected Vladimir to leave, but he stayed by my side, massaged my temples, and whispered that he would never let anyone harm me again as long as he lived. His encouraging
For once, Boris was on my side. The sensation of that filthy ogre’s hands lingered on my skin. I had dried blood caked on my clothes and a couple rounds of blood splatter from the thugs who tried to pawn me for Vladimir’s life. “Sounds perfect.” I hopped off the couch and instantly felt dizzy from the sudden movement. I held out my hands to steady myself.
Vladimir caught me and wrapped his arm around my back. “I’ve got you.”
“I don’t need—” Before I could finish my sentence, he scooped me off my feet and carried me up a narrow flight of stairs to a tiny bedroom. It was decorated like a little girl’s room with dolls and stuffed animals piled up on a light blue dresser, and faded photos of the family lined the walls.
Lacy white curtains covered the windows, and a handmade cross adorned with faux jewels and a pink ribbon was tacked on the wall next to the bed. It was like the one Boris had dangling from the rearview mirror in his Cadillac back home. The only female sibling in the family was Boris’s daughter, Katia. She died years ago when she was a little girl.
Vladimir lowered me to the bed and set a change of clothes next to me. “I apologize. We weren’t expecting you.”
I picked through the pile and held up a man’s undershirt and some seriously long sweatpants—Vladimir’s clothes.
“I’ll send out for an appropriate wardrobe in the morning.”
“Thanks. This is fine.” I nodded politely, waiting for him to leave so I could change, but he didn’t take the hint.
“You’re in pain. I need to examine your shoulder. Can you undress, or do you need help?”
God, can this situation get any worse? “I got it. Close your eyes.”
He covered his eyes with his hand. “If you need me, say the word.”
My dress was a casual cotton pullover, but when I raised my arms to lift it over my head, a sharp pain prevented me from removing it. I groaned, and that was all it took to alert Vladimir that I was in more pain than I was letting on.
“ Moy slomannyy angel.” He lowered my arms and caressed my shoulder. “Don’t be frightened.” He pulled a knife out of his pocket, penetrated the dress, and ripped it up the middle. The ruffles at the center were stronger and required another thrust to finish the job. Once it was split, he coaxed my arms out of the sleeves and dropped the bloody mess to the ground. He unhooked my bra and slid it off.
I pulled my hair forward and covered my bare breasts. Vladimir turned down the pink satin quilt that covered the twin bed and guided me under the sheets. I lay face down and he tucked me in, leaving my back exposed from the waist up. “Dimitri didn’t mean to hurt me,” I said. “I’d be at the mercy of those monsters right now if he hadn’t whizzed everything in the room at them.”
“Relax, Carter.” He ran his fingers lightly over the area of impact and moved my arm at the same time. Then his hand slid down my back and pressed against my side where the ogre punched me. “You’ve got a couple deep contusions. No broken bones, no dislocated shoulder.” He moved his hand across my back and caressed an area that was less sensitive.
I was physically and emotionally wrecked. The bed was warm and comfortable. I closed my eyes and exhaled, releasing the tension trapped in my muscles. Vladimir soothed some lotion over the injured area. It smelled medicinal and created a warming sensation when it penetrated my skin. The cool, minty cream felt heavenly as he slathered it across my aching body. Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs, but I was too exhausted to lift my head to see who it was.
A moment later, a warm compress blanketed my back and the light switch clicked off. I expected Vladimir to leave, but he stayed by my side, massaged my temples, and whispered that he would never let anyone harm me again as long as he lived. His encouraging
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