I have to keep going even when I’m terrified. Terrified of what’s coming, of what I may lose. And terrified of the man just outside that door who’s starting to look like the only safe place left, even if part of me is terrified to trust that.
6
Dominik
After I dragAkim down the hall by his throat and throw him out, I slam my office door and go straight to the bar to pour myself a large glass of vodka.
I shouldn’t have lost control like that. He’s one of my own men. But the second he looked at her like she was going to be next on his list of conquests, I snapped.
And it doesn’t help that I’m hard as granite after being alone with Alina in that damn outfit Gavriil picked out.
I chug half the glass even though I know the vodka won’t help clear my mind.
Alina was right. The sight of her tied to a chair shouldn’t have done a damn thing to me. But it did.
And what I wanted to do to her, she would’ve thoroughly enjoyed as well. Even if she refuses to admit it, she would’ve loved having me on my knees before her, worshiping her between her thighs.
God fucking damn it.
She’s not just my hostage anymore. She’s becoming my weakness.Mine.
Between her innocent beauty and her reckless attitude, I can’t help the way she entices me.
And I know tonight, if not sooner, I’ll be taking myself in my hand to relieve the ache she’s caused, all while looking at the sexy photos of her on my phone.
Now. Now would be a good time to alleviate the pressure.
My phone vibrates before I can unzip my pants. Gavriil of course. He wants the photos, which means there’s no more delaying them.
Will he get off looking at them too? Of course he fucking will.
How can I be angry at him for doing the same damn thing I plan to do?
I forward three of the photos to Gavriil with no message, including the one taken from my knees. The one he specifically requested in the note he sent with her outfit.
His reply comes instantly.
GAVRIIL:Absolutely gorgeous. I knew the lingerie would suit her coloring perfectly.
GAVRIIL:I should’ve brought her home with me last night.
My jaw creaks from how tightly I’m clenching it as I think about my answer before sending it.
ME:She’s comfortable here. You’re far too busy to tend to her.
The dots appear, disappear, reappear as he decides if I need to be put in my place.
GAVRIIL:Tell the boy he has 72 hours to turn himself in. If you don’t have him and every cent of my money within six days, she starts working his debt off underneath me.
Working his debt off.
Like she deserves that.
Like she isn’t already dealing with enough all because her brother is a fucking idiot.
I’d raze half this city before I let Gavriil touch her like that. But wanting something and being able to deliver it are two very different things.
I place the phone face down on my desk before I shatter it. Or say something to him that I can’t take back. Breathe. Slowly. Evenly.
