Chapter Twenty-Nine : The Ransom
Dimitri
I squinted at the napkin before me, sitting in the full knowledge that the Witches before me were enjoying my discomfort far too much. Ravi shifted beside me, and I knew the asshole was hiding his own grin.
Why the fuck did the Russians decide that ransoming a bride before the wedding was a good idea? My ancestors could go and fuck themselves on this one because how the hell was I supposed to pinpoint which lips were Corinne’s? The serviette stared back at me, taunting me with its various shades of lipstick pressed lips, begging me to fuck it up. And I was almost certain that I would fuck it up because they all looked the same.
I scanned the women before me, my gaze lingering on each of their pouty mouths, as if I could somehow match the women before me with the lips pressed against the paper. Did Corinne really just go along with these antics? My palm itched as I ached to teach her a lesson - ached for her full stop. My dick stiffened in my pants and all I could do was shift discreetly in order to not draw attention to my now hard cock. Maxine’s grin widened, as if she knew all too well the monage of thoughts that seemed to cascade through my mind on a twenty-four hour basis: Corinne splayed across my desk; Corinne bent over the bathroom vanity as I fucked her from behind; Corinne clutching the doorway as I knelt before her and ate her sweet pussy; Corinne; Corinne; Corinne.
“It’s not a chess game.” Maxine drawled from across the room, taunting my inability to determine which set of stained lips belonged to my little Vedman.
There. The one that seemed to… shimmer? Fuck if I knew. I brought the serviette to my face, inhaling the scent of lipstick all round, but that one had the faintest scent of Vanilla wrapped in it.
“This one.” I stabbed my finger at the smudge, relieved to be done with this fucking exercise.
“I have no idea how you got that.” Jesse’s confession only caused Maxine to frown.
“Guess they truly are destined.” She shrugged as she swung her legs off the couch, her dark hair framing her face as her top rode up, exposing her belly button. I heard Ravi inhale sharply, and I hoped like fuck he had listened and left Maxine alone. That girl was nothing but simmering violence and trouble, and we didn’t need more of that shit on our doorstep.
“Come on, lover boy.” She threw her head over her shoulder, and although her tone was directed at me, she offered Ravi a saucy grin. “I need to hand you over to Brenna for the next task.”
“What’s the next task?” I kept my voice in a low monotone, refusing to give anything away.
She arched a manicured brow at me. “You know…” She allowed her voice to peter off, as if she were truly considering something, but we both knew that Maxine was as calculated as they came. “You could just pay the ransom and skip the whole thing.”
“Maxine.” I grinned at her. This I could handle - people like Maxine were a dime-a-dozen when it came to my business, which is why I knew well enough to stay the fuck away. “If I didn’t know better, I would think that you were simply trying to get me to cough up some of my hard earned money to fund some of those not-so-savory habits of yours.”
She offered me a saucy grin, but I didn’t miss the ire that flashed in her gaze. “What can I say, Dimi?” The way she diminutized my name sounded foul on her lips. I was used to that name falling from Corinne’s lips when I was buried balls deep in her, and then it was usually moaned. But the way Maxine spoke my name had me scowling, and the bitch smiled knowingly. “Your product is expensive.”
Did Corinne know what her friend got up to? How goddamn self-destructive this girl was?
I shook my head, ignoring the jibe as I allowed Maxine to hand me over to Brenna in the next room.
“Are you ready?” Brenna gazed up at me from the kitchen counter, and I wondered what the fuck I had just walked into.
“Sure.”
She sat opposite me in an interview style as she began hammering me with questions about Corinne and her family. In the end, I scored eighty percent and still had to cough up extra cash to supplement my shortfall of knowledge about my bride. Fucking harlets.
Brenna handed me over to Zoey, who fired off her own set of questions about Corinne’s body - her bra size - if she had any piercings or tattoos - and her favourite position.
“You can’t say that.” Zoey seemed to flounder as I answered her last question. It was too private for my liking, and the only reason I didn’t tell Zoey to fuck right off was because she had to have Corinne’s answers written down somewhere, which meant that my little Vedman was in on this shit.
“But it’s true.” I shrugged.
“What seems to be the problem?” Brenna’s cool voice intruded upon Zoey’s discomfort. I wasn’t sure why I had expected Brenna to be anywhere else but where a problem seemed to occur.
“Dimitri’s being difficult.” Zoey offered as she flashed a small smile of apology towards me.
“Hardly.” I countered. “You asked me what Corinne’s favourite position is, and I simply responded with the truth.”
“Which was?” Brenna sounded bored, as if dragging the answer from me was a chore.
“I think I said that there is no favourite because I make every position pleasurable.” This time my grin was far more feral than fun.
“What was Corinne’s answer?” Brenna frowned as she glanced at a chip in one of her nails. This time, Zoey blushed, thumbing through a pile of papers with her answers undoubtedly written upon it. I shifted forward slightly, intrigued to hear what my little Vedman said - what position she favored when I made her come.
“She said all of them.” Zoey seemed flustered, as if the mere act of talking about how I fucked Corinne made her uncomfortable. If it was anyone else, I would have dragged this out just to watch Zoey fumble and blush, but the shit that happened between my little Vedman and I was entirely private, and had fuck all to do with anyone else - even the Witches.