“You’re a sick bastard for getting off on this!”
“Not many straight men could see you in that sexy outfit with your legs spread wide open and not get turned on,dikaya koshka.”
The use of that same annoying pet name stuns me for a second, more heat building within me, but it isn’t angry heat.
“An outfit I didn’t choose to wear but was forced to put on? My legs spread because of the rope tied to my ankles?”
“I wasn’t thinking about fucking you while you were tied up,” he says, his jaw tight. “I got hard thinking about tugging your panties to the side and burying my tongue in your pussy.”
The image of him doing that to me flashes across my mind, lighting up my libido like the Fourth of July before I quickly throw water on it. I should find the thought revolting, since it doesn’t sound like the mobster would even bother asking me if I wanted his tongue anywhere near me first.
“Ever heard of something calledconsent?” I snap at him.
“Consent? You’d be screaming for more after the first lick.”
God, he’s so sure of himself, so damn arrogant.
“You’re disgusting,” I scoff.
Dominik slowly moves toward me. “You’re not denying it, though, how much you liked having me kneel before you,” he murmurs.
“And you think you’re a better man than yourPakhan,” I say with a scoff.
“You’re free to go, aren’t you? I’m not holding you down. I’m not demanding anything or manipulating you,” Dominik replies as he gestures to the doorway of the room. “You’re the one stillstanding here like you can’t bring yourself to leave, like you’re waiting for me to follow through on my fantasy.”
My face burns as I glare at him. I don’t know if his little spat with hisPakhanyesterday supercharged his ego or what, but this whole dirty, flirting scheme isn’t going to work on me.
I storm past him and out of the room so fast I forget about my robe until I’m in the hallway, halfway to the guest room, and standing before two of Dominik’s men I don’t recognize.
One of them immediately turns around to face the opposite direction. The other…does not. He makes a low, appreciative sound that makes my skin crawl.
I feel his eyes still lingering on my ass as I slip into my room.
As soon as the lock clicks, everything in me snaps.
The sudden boom in the hallway hits a second later, so loud it rattles the bedroom walls.
Rough, furious Russian rolls through the air, Dominik’s voice unmistakable even muffled by the door. It’s followed by a vicious,“Get the fuck out!”
I flinch, even though he isn’t yelling at me.
Did he just slam the guard who wouldn’t take his eyes off me into a wall? Fire him? Hurt him? Just for looking at me?
What else could it have been? The thought is too much.
Everything is too much.
My back hits the door, and I slide down until I’m sitting on the floor, knees pulled to my chest.
The moment the hallway goes quiet, the breath I was holding breaks free and the first sob slips out of me.
I press my hand over my mouth, but it doesn’t stop the second or the third one. Tears spill hot and fast down my cheeks.
I told myself I wouldn’t cry, that I wouldn’t let them see me break down. But this…this is a desperate release I didn’t know I needed.
So, I let myself cry for thirty seconds.Only thirty.
Then, I wipe my face with shaking hands and force my body to move again, piece by piece as I get up off the floor.
