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##Chapter 10

Diana Markovic



I remained standing looking at them with a confused expression on my face. In seconds I began to remember the name that the lady at the lodging had given me and that made Hugh carry me to his house on his shoulders so that I wouldn't stay a week in the man's house. Kaik Mailing. Why Hugh's despair at not having him near me?

Oh my God! Is he gay and Kaik is bisexual?

"Go to hell, Mikhail!" the brunette exclaimed.

“Don't make me break your face here in front of everyone, you piece of shit.

"Guys, what's going on?" I asked, deciding to try to appease.

It couldn't be pretty, two men that size exchanging punches and kicks. I panic just thinking about the blood that would come out of them. They would damage each other, that's for sure.

- Anything. Hugh growled through clenched teeth.

"Why don't you speak the truth?" That you're afraid I'm going to eat her and then throw them away like I did your sister and half the girls you were into? I widened my eyes in shock at what I had just heard.

There were scrotum males everywhere in the world! Although I wasn't framed in any alternative of being Hugh's sister or much less someone he was into , that Kaik was really a cretin of the worst.

"I'm going to kill you, motherfucker!" — heavens! The man snarled like an enraged animal. Something that strangely turned me on as hell.

“Everyone in the shed knows you've taken a fancy to the American preppy, Mikhail. Or are you going to deny that you would give her shelter in your house if she weren't so cute? You've never been nice to anyone here.

I couldn't even show a reaction for the next ten seconds. Hugh attacked Kaik throwing several punches on the brunette who was trying to defend himself, but Hugh's skills and movements were as if he had already fought professionally.

When I thought about screaming for help, some men were already approaching to separate them. Four more precisely to get Hugh off the top of the other.

“Hey, are you okay?” — I ran to him who didn't even have a scratch, unlike Kaik.

- I am. I wanted to punch this human garbage for a long time, thank you for giving me this opportunity today. He doesn't get tired of being beaten by me, it must be a fetish for him.

I was unresponsive.

"Are you going to go with me or are you going to stay?" - asked me.

- I will go. What am I staying here for? I replied bluntly as well.

- So let's go.

"Aren't you going back to work?"

- No. Today I don't want to. I shrugged and just walked beside him until we got to his house.

On the way I even tried to say something but I was silent when he raised his hand in silence. We were close to his residence when he stopped and turned to me.

“Don't believe what that shit said. In exactly no words. I felt a strange tightness in my heart.

I felt almost...sad?

When we entered he headed towards the bedroom and I continued in the living room. That house was too small for the two of us considering the fact that he had an unknown crush on me. I sat on the couch and couldn't relax at all. Back pain was now creeping up and taking over my shoulders, I don't know what the fuck was going on.

I laid my head on the pillow, mumbling in pain afterwards. Urgently needing something to distract myself, I grabbed my phone, plugged in my headphones, and started listening to random songs on my playlist . Not even that distracted me, I needed medicine for muscle pain, I think I had one in my bag, but to go look for it I would have to go into the room he was in.

Screw it. The pain was punishing me more by the minute. I was never used to her and any trace of her in my organism was already too agonizing. So I got up and went to the bedroom. He was there, sitting on the bed shirtless, reading a book.

- Excuse me. I cleared my throat and went down to my bags.

I didn't want to exchange any words with him, unfortunately his claim about kaik's words being a lie, shook me. It shouldn't, but feelings are something that human beings still haven't managed to control.

I looked all over it and couldn't find my little suitcase that I called a mini pharmacy. I should have left it at Jeremy's house, dammit!

“Shit! I complained, slamming the lid of the suitcase shut.

"What do you need?" I heard his voice ask.

“A medicine for muscle pain.

“I have an ointment. You want?

No, no, don't get your nice way on me Hugh.

Sometimes I even preferred his rough way of treating me, so I wouldn't let my neediness confuse things. I would be leaving soon , just like he said.

- Yes! Anything that eases that pain. - I said distressed.

Hugh then got up and opened a wardrobe door taking out an orange tube.

- Thanks. I thanked him taking the ointment.

I immediately opened it, put a small portion in my hand and tried to reach where it bothered me. I got stressed when I couldn't massage properly as I couldn't reach my back properly and when I stretched my arm and moved my shoulder to try, it hurt a lot.

"Give me that drug." Let me pass you. You have to massage the pain site and you're doing it all wrong. he exclaimed , taking the tube from my hand.

— I just don't answer you at the height because I'm feeling this crap in pain and I need to apply this ointment.

He did not say anything. I felt an oddly good shiver run through me as Hugh flipped me onto my back in a hard, unresponsive way. And then he put his hand inside the top of the dress, a shock penetrated my skin where he touched, I gasped loud enough to be heard as I felt his fingers lightly squeezing certain places on my spine.

I couldn't let Hugh know how a simple touch from him affected me, but with a small smile I heard escape his lips, I was left in no doubt that he knew he was teasing me. And I liked it.

“Hmmmm… yeah. — I said the moment he squeezed a specific point finding the origin of the pain.

What surprised me the most was that my body was on fire with his touch. He was just giving a massage to ease my pain! There was no way I was going to get turned on by even the man's breathing.

"Is this where it hurts?" he asked too close to my shoulder. His breath tickling my ear and neck.

"Yes..." I whispered. The heat of his proximity made my head spin. His scent was something unique and intoxicating.

I could barely concentrate on a single thought. His massage was so delirious that I no longer remembered the pain, I could only focus on the tightness I was feeling inside my panties that were already wet.

Until I let out an involuntary frustrated groan when Hugh pulled away from me.

- Jesus Christ! He exclaimed making me turn to him in confusion.

- What it was? I asked worriedly.

“You need to control yourself, princess.

- What you mean?

— You were moaning as if… — he paused, not finishing his sentence — How long has it been since you've been with someone?

- What?! I exclaimed, starting to feel a lump form in my throat.

"When was the last time you fucked, fucked, fucked?" I widened my eyes at the inadequacy of the question.

My face got so hot I could feel my skin burn. I must have looked like an extremely ripe tomato.

"Why does that matter now?"

“That reaction you got when I touched just millimeters of my fingers to you. You wouldn't react like that unless you were very turned on or dry. - He arched his eyebrows - Jeremy, no...

"That's none of your business!" I exclaimed angrily in a defensive voice.

Hugh leaned towards me and whispered in my ear:

"Diana... Didn't Jeremy give you pleasure?" Didn't you have satisfying sex with him? He made his question more like a statement.

I just wanted to look for a hole at that moment and crawl inside.

- No. I mean, obviously yes. For your two questions. I shrugged , trying not to show how shaken I was by the innuendos. "Maybe I've only had sex two or three times." — I scolded myself instantly for my last revelation — But that's none of your business!

- Only?! How long ago was it? - his tone increasingly insistent.

- It doesn't matter! Why do you want to know these things? By chance, have you never gone, I don't know, for three years without having sex?

But obviously not, Diana! Shut the fuck up!

I was so tense, my heart was racing and I just wanted to get out of this awkward situation. My last words only made me come to the conclusion that it was much better for me to keep my mouth shut in my moments of anger or even, most of the time, in those of lucidity.

I looked over at Hugh and he had this amused yet mischievous expression on his face and I hated it because he was talking about sex with me and I felt the urge to do that when I was around him. So when he opened his mouth to say something, I just needed to change the subject and with the nervousness all I could do was fake a faint.

Yeah, I couldn't see a shame I already wanted to go through. Why so pathetic God?