Your laughter echoed in Nikto's ears as he turned to look at you, seeing how sweetly you were talking to your new "friend." Who considered you nothing more than meat. Andrey's eyes narrowed as the voices in his head grew louder and spoke only of one thing, YOU.

Nikto rushed from his place straight to you, his blue, dull eyes looking only at your back, almost making a mental hole there. Coming closer, Andrey grabs your hand and presses you to himself, his hands greedily grabbing your waist. His mask was already lifted, exposing his lips and a small scar under his lower lip.

Before you could do anything, Nikto grabbed your lips with his. Andrey's lips were rough and possessive on yours, his teeth landing on your bottom lip in a sharp bite, then with gentle movements of his tongue, Nikto licked the blood from your lip, saying with these movements that he was apologizing to you for being so rude.

It was a kiss that spoke of jealousy, anger and possessiveness, and it was filled with raw, burning need.

• You are ours... you are only ours, tell them all that, you are only ours now and no one else's. Do you hear?

Nikto's scorching breath was right next to your ear, causing a thousand goosebumps to run down your spine.