Novak (10 page)

Agent Turner

“Ma’am, Ma’am,” she almost doesn’t hear me addressing her as she exits the gym.

“Yes,” she finally answers when she realizes I am speaking to her. She cautiously eyes the clean cut suit I’m wearing. I waste no time showing her a badge and she looks almost paralyzed with fear when she notes the FBI insignia.

“We need to talk,” I inform her as Rene and I lead her to the coffee shop beside the gym that holds her membership.

“You see, Katrina, you have not gone past the point of no return.” I waste no time conversing with her but Rene is just checking her out as I talk. I know my partner and, right now, she is trying to get a read on this woman. I’m making my own assessment and I can already tell that the woman I’m addressing is the total opposite of Novak. What is it with these Russians mobsters? His cousin, Glazov, did the same thing—fell for an American business woman.

I go out of my way to project a sense of calm as I speak to her. I’ll let Rene play the bad cop today. I continue speaking before she has a chance to say anything.

“Mathias Novak, or Carl Sims as you may know him, is a very dangerous man, Katrina. It’s only a matter of time before he pulls you into his web of lies and you are put in grave danger. This is what he did to the last person who crossed him.”

She looks down at the photos I have thrown down on the coffee shop’s table and I immediately discern her fleeting look of recognition as she looks at the man in the pictures. Soon after the vague look telling me she somehow knew the man crosses her face, her expression quickly morphs to one of sheer horror.

If she knows this man, I’m certain he looked different than how he does in these photographs. The man she is viewing now has been beaten to a bloody pulp. His face literally looks like ground hamburger.

I eye the woman who sits before me, studying her, and it doesn’t take a skilled profiler to discern how appalled she is by the images she sees.

I can’t help but feel a wave of compassion towards her, but I also can’t help but feel triumph because my strategy is working.

I slip her my card and slide from the booth to make my exit with Rene.

After all, there is no reason to overwhelm the young lady. We’ve accomplished what we came to do.

Katrina

I am hiding from Novak. Of all the people I could have crossed, I had to cross a killer. No matter how much I mull over my situation, I see no way out. How can things get this crazy over a diary? I don’t get it. I’m not used to living in fear and I most certainly am not accustomed to being followed and questioned by the FBI. The meeting with
FBI guy
has shaken me to my very core. For some reason, seeing what was done to the man in the alley has imprinted on my psyche just how much danger I’m in. I had told myself Novak was dangerous, but seeing those pictures made the reality sink in.

Who, or what, is to say that Novak will not have me killed, or tortured by Sergei? I feel a chill run through my body at the thought. I hope if he kills me, it will be quick and painless. What if his sadistic side rears its ugly head and he decides that he wants to unleash his wrath on me and make me suffer? I push the nagging, morbid thoughts from my head.

I should have known that it wouldn’t last—the hiding out and avoiding the inevitable. I have ignored his calls and stayed out of the public eye, hoping he will just go away, but knowing in my gut that is not going to happen.

It is Friday night and I am relaxed, watching TV and working on my laptop, when I hear the knock at my door.

I open the door to view Novak, dressed impeccably as he always is. I turn, leaving the door open and walk away. I can hear him telling Sergei to wait in the car. I am in no way prepared for what happens next. Apparently I have only had a small taste of the depths of cruelty that this man is capable of… until tonight.

Novak

I look at her and my blood immediately begins to boil. She is in my system like a poison which can’t be extracted and I am sick with need for her. I am so angry that she has denied me my need to see her, touch her, and take her. She will pay. She has no rights as my property and I’m pissed she has refused me her presence for the last few days.

I grab her, viciously slamming her into the wall and pinning her in with my palms on each side of her head.

“Do you think that you can avoid me, Katrina? There is nowhere on God’s green earth that you can hide. I want my fucking diary, Katrina!”

I know it isn’t really about the diary anymore. This beautiful woman torments me, inundating my dreams and my every waking moment with thoughts of her to the point where I can think of nothing else. She is in my system and I have no intentions of letting her go. If I am crazy, then I am crazy with need for her, and I will kill to see that hunger sated.

Katrina

I tremble in fear as I eye the man who stands before me. His presence alone sends me into a tailspin. He terrifies me, tantalizes me, and he purposely torments me. I cannot help but be pulled into his dangerous web of intrigue. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this man will never let me go. He has become obsessed with me for the mere fact that he can’t ever truly have me. It isn’t in my nature to give myself over to any man completely, and it’s because of my will to keep fighting, that he covets me.

The mixture of the fear I feel, the dominance he exercises over me, and the threatening demeanor he has, is all working together to conjure up emotions I have never before experienced. He has created in me a need to be threatened, taken, and overpowered by his hands which show me no mercy. Though I was once a woman who could be satisfied with being wined and dined, I am now a lustful creature who craves being brutalized and used.

He has ruined me and yet, I can’t get enough of him. I want him to want me. Hell, I want him to take me. We are poison to one another, a dangerous brew of lust that threatens to combust, obliterating us and anybody who lies in our path. We are destruction waiting to happen…

Novak

I grab a handful of her hair and pull her directly into my face, “Liar, thief, you think that I don’t know how sneaky you are? The only thing saving your ass right now, Katrina, is the fact you wrote that book under the fiction genre.”

“You made a ton of money off of me, you conniving, little sneak. Do you actually have the nerve to think you don’t have to make good on that money, the money that you blatantly stole from me? I own your ass and I plan on using you anywhere, any way, and any time that I choose.”

“Nobody owns me!” she screams out in defiance. “Maybe someone needs to inform you that slavery days are over, Novak! You can’t do this. You can’t; you just can’t! What you are insinuating is illegal.”

My hand twists her hair even tighter in my fist. I try and fight off the need to hurt her and make her cry. Before she can stop it, a whimper escapes her lips.

“I told you it makes my cock hard when you whimper. I have come to enjoy taking you, hurting you, and bringing you to tears, Katrina. When are you going to quit lying to yourself and just admit that you enjoy being taken? Your body gives you away. Your nipples are jutting out through that white t-shirt that you are wearing.” Her whimpers have now become moans and I know I’m going to fuck her roughly. I’m going to make her do things she would never do for any other man but me. “Just the way I’m talking to you is sending your body into a tailspin. Your eyes are dilated, your nipples are hard, and I know your pussy is soaking wet—wet for me, and only me. You will never be satisfied with any other man after having me. I can promise you that!”

I jerk at her hair and command her to put her hand down the front of her boy shorts to touch herself. I like pulling her hair. I like forcing her to do all the dirty things I want her to do.

She does what I tell her. She does it with no reservation and no shame. Immediately, she obeys me, as if she is a slave owned by her Master.

“Pull your fingers out and show me, Katrina. You’re soaked! Stick your middle finger in your pussy. That’s it… finger fuck yourself while I watch. I love watching you pleasure yourself for me.”

I’m right in her face, growling out mandates like a wild animal dominating his prey and she’s obeying me. She’s behaving as though she’s in a trance and under my complete and utter control. I love it. I love taking this defiant woman, who submits to no other man, and bringing her under my power and authority.

I reach down to pull her shirt up over her head and work her boy shorts off and over her hips.

“Get on the bed, Katrina. Now!”

I watch this gorgeous, dangerous specimen of a woman make her way to the side of the bed. She wants to do the things that I’m ordering her to do.

I loosen my tie and stretch my neck out, never taking my eyes off of this woman who has invaded my world.

“I’m already in your head, girl. I own you, Katrina. I will never let you go!”

“I’m not…” was all that she was able to get out before I interrupt her.

“Shut up!” I growl, pulling at her hair as I mount her after removing my clothing.

I stare so deeply into her that I feel as if I’m invading her very soul. She pulls her legs back and invites me—a man who kills people for a living—to fuck her. She cries out my name, over and over, as I stare down on her, slowly fucking her as I study every detail of her face.

“I love the look that you get on your face when I fuck you, girl. You are so beautiful and you are mine, Katrina. I swear to you that I will never let you go.”

Once again, I have taken Katrina from the self-sufficient, confident, and in control woman, to
my
woman. Oh, I know I will have to take her over and over, but I also know that no other man holds the power over her that I do.

She is mine, I am in her head and I have every intention of burrowing even deeper until I’m embedded in her very soul and seared into her psyche.

She will never be able to rid herself of the addiction that I am strengthening each and every time I take her.

She won’t just want me, she will need me, she will crave me, and she will ache for me.

She will be dissatisfied with any other man for the rest of her days. She will crave what I give her like a drug. She will crave me reaching into her soul and scooping out whatever part of her that I choose to consume.

Katrina and I are already like fire and ice. We are a dangerous concoction of passion and rage when thrown together in the same room. We feed off of each other as if no one else exists. Even in a room full of people, we only see each other. It is like we exist only to consume one another and we forget about the world and anyone in it.

I have never had this strong of sexual chemistry with any woman before and I damn sure am not going to let her go. The same way I have gotten into her system, she has gotten into mine.

Yes, by the time that I get done with Katrina, she will be wearing my ring and bearing my last name.

I am just getting started…