Why does he need to when Gavriil can’t seem to stay away for more than an hour?
Most of the time, he doesn’t say much to me at all. He’ll step into the bedroom, look around the cage, make a comment telling me to eat more or stop sulking, and then leave again.
I have a feeling he’s always watching me on the camera in the corner of the room too.
He’s still worried about me after the health scare, which is…odd. I assumed the bastard enjoyed seeing people miserable.
Somehow, though, I’ve been getting under his skin in a way that he’s not used to. There’s a chink in his armor. One I’m going to expose and use it to my advantage.
Mine and Dominik’s.
A fire has ignited inside me now that I know I have a little power over thePakhan. It’s burned through the guilt and numbness that nearly swallowed me whole.
Fury remains in the ash and aftermath, but I won’t waste it on an explosion he expects. I need it for steady fuel until Dominik and I get out of here.
The bedroom door opens again, and Gavriil walks in like clockwork. There’s one thing that’s different this time, though. He’s holding a black bag with red tissue paper spilling out of the top.
“Brought you something to replace my shirt,” Gavriil says as he shuts the bedroom door behind him.
I don’t like the glint of amusement in his eyes, but I gather myself and get to my feet as he steps into the cage and places the bag on the floor. Once he takes a few steps back to hover in front of the door, I walk over to the bag and yank out the tissue paper to reveal lacy fabric.
Heat rushes to my face as I pull out a strapless red and white lace corset with a matching G-string. God, he’s such a pervert.
“No.”
Gavriil smirks and crosses his arms as he leans back against the bars. “Yes, Alina. Put it on.”
I consider strangling him with this G-string, but he’d probably get off on that.
I remain standing there, rooted to the spot and inwardly mortified at what he wants me to wear. This is his game, though—strip me down, dress me up, remind me he makes the rules.
He must feel like he’s losing control if he’s intent on making me wear the sexy outfit for him.
It’s a desperate move. He has to know that.
And yet he still looks so damn eager. Excited even.
I’ll just have to figure out a way to beat him at his own game.
The most dangerous part is how easily my body warms, more than ready to play along. I do enjoy seeing how badly he wants me. Once I’m wearing his lingerie, he will probably give me anything I want.
“Turn around,” I order him.
Gavriil smirks and raises an eyebrow at me. “You’re being shy now?”
He’s going to insist on watching. God, he’s so pathetic.
I toss the bag on the ground and put on the corset first. It hugs my figure irritatingly perfect. How’d he know my size?
Then again, this isn’t the first time that I’ve worn lingerie he purchased.
I adjust the bra portion, my cheeks glowing as I quickly realize how little the lace actually covers. Still, it’s better than being naked. And the lacy design makes me feel…sexy. Confident.
After I slip on the G-string, I look Gavriil right in the eyes, refusing to be self-conscious.
“Well?” I ask while fidgeting with the thin straps on my shoulders and nearly nonexistent waistband.
Gavriil doesn’t say a word as he silently gawks at me.
