Taming The Ruthless Executioner

Chapter 4: His Mansion.

Ashley's POV.

My shivers lessened, until I became warm as the car heater saturated the vehicle, I lay in the back seat.

He asked a few questions about what I was doing in that street, so I told him about the mugger and my mum, but not about Devon, my fiance.

Sooner than I expected, we arrived at our destination, I heard the sound of a gate being swung open and we drove into a spacious vicinity.

I couldn't see much because it was pitch black, it seemed like the lights of the structure were turned off, I wonder why.

The car finally came to a stop after about a minute of driving through the spacious vicinity, their doors swung open, so did mine.

"Can you walk?" He asks, holding the door ajar. "You can wash up and change your clothes before you leave."

I follow him down the hallway to a spare bedroom where he flips on a light switch.

He points to a door in the room. "That's the bathroom, I'll be nearby if you need me." He said, in a soothing tone.

I just nod, I'm too caught up in my thoughts to even show gratitude. I think that shower's what I need.

*****

I stare at the liquid flowing down my legs from the shower, washing the dirt and urine off my skin. Unnoticeable tears began to mingle with the water drops when I remembered how f****d up my life had become.

I couldn't tell what hurt the most, my heart or my head. My lungs gasped for air as I recalled what my ex fiance had done.

My wedding, my future, my mum's surgery, all to the drain because he couldn't stay faithful in our relationship.

How do I get the money for her treatment? What the hell am I even doing here?

My hurtful thoughts mixed with the sounds of my breaking heart filled my head, making it impossible for me to breathe, until I heard the sound of a loud scream escape my lips.

Somehow, it became quiet after letting out that scream, it might not be this serene for long though, maybe I should get some sleep. I turned off the shower, drying the water off my body with the clean towel hung upon the rod.

Damn it! My clothes are soiled.

I wrapped the towel around my chest, stepping out of the bathroom in search of any pair of clothes I could borrow. My eyes darted around the empty room, but there was nothing but furniture and electronics.

My heart leached from within my chest when the door swung open, revealing my rescuer. He looked like he had run all the way here.

"I was on my way here, when I heard you scream." He said, curiously. "Are you alright?"

Shit. He heard that. He'll think I might be a crazy person. What should I say?

"I'm fine. I turned on the cold water by accident." I lied. That sounds even dumber, screaming just because of the water's temperature.

Great! So that's two embarrassing scenarios on the same night. How bad can it get?

"I got you some clothes." He said, stepping into the room, and shutting the door behind him. "If these don't fit, you can use the washing machine over there."

He reached out to hand the clothes to me, and the whole time our gaze remained interlocked, he didn't seem bothered by my stare.

"Thank you so much, Sir" I greeted. "I really appreciate your kindness."

"Please, it's Dimitri, not Sir, and you don't need to thank me, it's just clothes." He said, humbly.

But I knew my gratitude wasn't meant for just the clothes, "I mean, thanks for defending me earlier today. I don't know if I'd be alive if you hadn't showed up."

He just nods and turns away to exit the room, but pauses when he grabs hold of the doorknob.

"But, I don't understand." He said turning back to face me. "Why didn't you let me finish him? Even after what he almost did to you, he literally had a knife."

I wasn't surprised by his words. I had expected him to wonder why I didn't want my harasser to die, but I didn't expect him to ask in this manner.

"Sometimes, people do bad things, but that doesn't give us the right to take their life." I hear myself say. "Maybe he was under the influence of drugs, or maybe he wasn't raised right."

He had a puzzling look in his expression which twisted as he stared partially towards the floor and back at me.

"But, he was going to kill you." He exclaimed.

His pupils had become a bit smaller again, and his expression darkened as his voice mixed with his gnarling.

"Almost every week, we hear reports of r***s, harassment and murder in that same street, and that pervert might be responsible for most of it." He argued, "If you let him live, he'd only return to that same spot and hurt more people. But if you stop him, you'd end his villainous reign and save his future victims, it's the right thing to do."

Truth be told, I think he's really handsome, but there's this side of him that I just can't understand, it's terrifying.

"You can't tell the future just by the present, people can change, you just have to give them a chance." I muttered, with trembling lips.

I thought he'd bring up another point but he just remained silent as he stared at me. His gaze fell to my lips and down to my body.

That's when I realized that I was almost naked, clad in just the short towel wrapped around my chest and waist. I could feel warm air from the AC, rushing across my thighs.

I began fidgeting, pulling the towel downwards to cover my thighs. He shrugged, snapping out of his thoughts, or gaze. He must've noticed how uncomfortable I had become.

Reaching for his pockets, he took out a device. "Here. You could use this to reach your mum, she must be worried." He said, handing me the phone.

Yes, my mum, worried... Her surgery, the money, the wedding, Devon. Too many thoughts rushed through my mind as I stepped forward to receive the device, my vision became blurry.

"Ashley?" He called out, grabbing hold of me before I could fall.

"Are you alright?" He asked, peering into my eyes, as if to discern my state of health from my expression.

I could feel his solid arms wrapped around my waist, the tenderness in his grip. He had this look in his eyes that showed how much he cared about me.

If only I could spend forever, right here, in his arms, then I wouldn't have to leave, and face the storm that awaited me back home.

I stared at his lips and shut my eyes, as I imagined how it would feel to have my lips interlocked with his.

Then, I lifted my eyelids, and to my surprise, his eyes were just an inch away from mine, we were kissing, I mean, I kissed him.

"I'm really sorry." I said, retracting my lips from his. I could feel his breath on my chin as I stood still, waiting for him to leave, but he just drew closer.

"For what?" He asked, rhetorically, placing both hands on either side of my face.

His palms touched my chins, pulling my face towards his, until our lips were interlocked again.

I tilted my head subconsciously as his tongue slid across my lips, parting them gently. His mouth feels warm, and his tongue kept wandering about the corners of my mouth, he sure knows how to kiss.

I felt his hand leaving the side of my face and trailing down my shoulders until he stopped at my waist, caressing my hip.

His touches sent waves of indescribable feelings up my spine, and down again to my bare feet. My n*****s had become solid, and my p***y had become wet with anticipation.

But my mind jolted when he squeezed my ass, attempting to take off my towel.

Wait, this is going too fast, I mean, I just met this guy about an hour ago, and it seems like I'm about to have s*x with him.

It would only be reasonable to back away now, but my moist entrance had taken control. I wanted more than his lips and touches.