Vadim
He’s smart enough to not include a picture of my dogs. No photos of anything to do with my house. Ever. The mention of Ivan worries me a bit, but there’s nothing I can do about the shitstorm he paid me to create. He can get his own ass out of trouble for once.
I pick up Lydia’s letter, pleased to see that it’s longer than the last one. It’s not as long as I want, but still, progress is progress. I run my fingers over her pretty cursive, and this time when I smell the paper, I’m positive I get a whiff of jasmine. Just that one smell is enough to have my cock straining against my pants. Savoring every second of this moment, I lay back on my thin mattress and read my girl’s letter.
Kirill,
Congratulations, you’ve scared me enough to write your goddamn letter. Who the hell broke into my house? Why would you have someone do that? Do you have any idea how terrifying it is to know that a hitman has people breaking into my home? Are you going to kill me?
I don’t know what you want from me. I saw you that night. I saw you kill my dad. I couldn’t just not say anything in that courtroom. You have ruined my life, Kirill. I worked my ass off in high school so that I could get a full scholarship, and I had to give all that up. I work forty hours a week as a cashier in a grocery store, although I’m sure you already know that, you fucking psycho, and I don’t see my life getting any better. I may not have been close to my dad, but he was still my dad, and you murdered him. Why did you let me live? What kind of hitman leaves witnesses? Maybe you’re just not a very good one…
I have to stop because I’m laughing too hard to continue. God, my little bunny has balls of steel. Slipping a hand into the orange pants they issued me, I lazily stroke myself while I keep reading.
Will you leave me alone if I ask nicely? Please, please, please leave me alone, Kirill. What’s done is done, and you’re in prison for life now. I think you should just accept that and try to move on. I know I’m trying to. I’ve done what you asked, and I didn’t go to the police, but I want you to stop now. No more letters, no more breaking into my house, just no more anything. Let me live my pathetic life in peace.
Lydia
P.S. Don’t ever mention Peanut again. It feels like a threat, and I swear to God, if you hurt my dog, I will find a way to fucking kill you.
P.P.S. Please fuck off.
As soon as I finish her letter, I reach for the sealed plastic bag and rip it open, pawing at her lacy panties like a fucking animal. I work myself harder and bring them to my face, taking in a lungful of her pussy’s sweet scent. God, she makes me fucking feral. I tighten my grip on my shaft and pick up the pace. Unable to resist, I bite the crotch of her panties between my teeth and run my tongue over the used strip of fabric, the same strip that was nestled against her sweet cunt. Her name echoes through my mind as I explode in my goddamn hand. The force of the orgasm leaves me breathless and my heart pounding in my ears.
“Fucking hell,” I groan when I pull her panties out of my mouth. I give them one more sniff before cleaning myself up and grabbing a pen and some paper.
Dear Zaika,
So many questions. You are a curious little bunny, aren’t you? I’ll try to answer them all because the last thing I want is to disappoint you.
First, I would never hurt Peanut. I’ve never hurt an animal in my life, and I never would. I have four dogs of my own. They’re beautiful Belgian Malinois, and I can’t wait for you to meet them. I’ve never brought a woman to my home before, but I’m going to bring you.
I’m sorry you’re stuck working a job you hate, but it won’t be for long. I’d give you money now, but we don’t want to look too suspicious, now do we? Just know that once I’m out of here, you’ll never have to work another day in your life, sweetheart. I will take care of you and give you anything you want. My little bunny deserves nothing less.
There’s something you should know about me, Lydia. I’m a man who likes to be obeyed, and you refused to write me like I asked, so I had a friend give you a gentle nudge in the right direction. You are a stubborn little thing. I’m guessing you’ll be walking around with my handprint on your ass more times than not. I think my girl needs some discipline. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll always make it enjoyable. Pain mixed with pleasure always. Despite what you may think, I’m not a cruel man. Never to you, anyway.
Spanking aside, I am not going to hurt you, Lydia, so please stop worrying about that, but you’re very right about one thing: I don’t leave witnesses. You’re still alive. Do the math, sweetheart. I know you can. You were almost valedictorian.
Are you getting enough sleep? I’m told you’re still waking up screaming. I’m more sorry than I can say that you have to wake up alone. I’ve never wanted to take care of anyone before, but I want to take care of you, Lydia. I look forward to the day when you welcome that instead of fear it.
Tell me what your favorite movies and books are. What kind of music do you like? You like to plant flowers? When did that start? What’s your favorite kind? I want to know everything about you.
You have no idea how much I love the part in your last letter where you beg me. I can’t wait to hear it in person, except you won’t be begging me to leave; you’ll be begging me to stay.
Thanks for the pink, lacy panties, zaika. You smell fucking divine. Before I wrote this letter I had them in my mouth, running my tongue over the used fabric while I jerked myself off. God, the things I’m going to do to you, sweetheart. I can’t fucking wait.
I’m always thinking about you,
Kirill
P.S. Don’t forget what I said about other men. I know you’re a virgin, and you’d better damn well stay that way. I will kill any man who dares to touch you. That pussy is mine, sweetheart.
P.P.S. Write back soon!
Chapter 4
Lydia
I stare at the letter in my hand and read it yet again. This man is crazy. Worse, he’s obsessed and crazy. That’s like crazy on top of crazy, and all of that is focused on me. I have no idea what to do. The obvious choice is to go to the police and hand all this over, but I don’t trust them to be able to keep me safe. Kirill has a man watching me, obviously, and the fucker broke into my home while I was sleeping without me even knowing. That thought alone is enough to get me to keep my damn mouth shut.
Peanut nuzzles my hand and gives it a quick lick. “It’s okay, buddy,” I tell him. “I won’t let the crazy bastard get you.”
He looks up at me with absolute trust and love, and I know I’d do anything to keep him safe. He’s the only family I have. I briefly wonder if Kirill was telling the truth about his dogs. I’d looked them up online, and I’m not at all surprised that they’re the kind of dog that could easily rip a man’s throat out. Like owner like pet. I look down at Peanut’s sweet face and kiss his nose. He may not be fierce enough to protect me in quite the same way, but this little guy has saved me over and over again in more ways than I can count. I’ll take that over brute force any day.
I read over the end of his letter again. Kirill may be completely off his rocker, but I don’t understand why he keeps trying to convince me that he’s not a threat or why he even wants to write me. Everything about this confuses me. He’s never denied what he is to me in his letters, and he’s already sentenced and knows that there’s no way in hell confessing to the crime is going to make things worse at this point, so why keep hinting at his innocence?