He hummed. “Oh… but be bad can be much fun.” He taunted, pinching me in a very delicate spot. 

I hissed. I was a bit sore from Dillan. I always was really. 

Ivan gave me a curious look, then began to roughly unbutton my shirt. It was a dark enough shade that I didn't need an undershirt. I hardly wore them anymore unless the top shirt required it. The undershirts just got in the way when Dillan was around. 

I wanted to turn my head, admit my guilt, my lie, but I didn’t. I kept my gaze steadily on the cretin in front of me as he saw the marks Dillan left the night before. He had kissed them in the shower this morning, telling each of them he loved them. Which made me laugh, until he went lower and told something else that he loved it. 

Once that lid had come off, he was all for saying those three little words at any opportune moment. 

“Virgin, huh?” Ivan grunted.

“I said I was a virgin, not completely innocent. There are a lot of things you can do in the meantime.”

He chuckled. “This true. But that be best part. You missing out.”

I shrugged. “We each have our own interests.”

Ivan started circling what he could see of the marks. “These look done by someone who know what they doing.”

“It certainly felt like he did.”

“These no done by the man you kiss goodbye at office.”

It was my turn to look confused. It took a minute or two to figure out who he was talking about.

“Oh. Chris has never touched me beyond kissing my cheek. No, he didn’t leave them.”

“You act like he was boyfriend.”

I winked. “Girls gotta keep her options open. Haven’t you ever thought about having fun behind an unlocked door?”

“No. I no think about things I want. I take what I want.” He gripped me tight enough to make me yell out. “And I want… taste. You did what I said, my men take from here.”

Randy moaned from the floor, finally showing signs of life. 

Ivan grinned as he reached around to unclasp my bra. “I think demonstration front of brother ought to help him see error of ways.”

I couldn’t help it… I smacked the creep’s hands away. Ivan growled and grabbed my hair, pulling me to my feet. I kicked out at him. He slapped me across the face hard enough to make me fall back to the floor. He squatted down again, hovering over me. 

“You need to learn place, little hacker.” 

I wiped my arm off dramatically, with a look of disgust. “And you need to learn to say it, not spray it.”

That earned me another backhanded slap. He pushed me onto my back and tried to pin me. I made two fists and started hitting him. Neil jumped in then and grabbed both of my arms, pinning them under his legs. 

Ivan was just unbuckling my pants when we heard a dozen pairs of feet running down the hall.

“Sir!” The lead man shouted, not even blinking an eye at our position. “The Italians here, armed teeth. What you want us do?”

Gees, his take on the English language was almost worse than Ivan’s.