Head in the game, Rogov!
I shake off the thought and focus on the situation instead of how hard my cock is getting. But it doesn’t help that she continues squirming, fighting me, refusing to surrender even though I’m sure she knows there’s no getting past my strength.
Not a quitter, I’ll give her that.
Approaching another set of stairs, I scoop her up and balance her over one shoulder. She continues to wrestle, heeled shoes stabbing into my back. I sense this isn’t about escaping me anymore—she would’ve by now if she knew how to, and besides, she’s only growing weaker. No. This is about me and what I represent. I saw her eyes earlier, when the guard dropped my name into conversation. It appears she has heard my name before.
It will be interesting to see where she knows it from.
“Hey! Put me down, you ape!” Her fingernails dig into my scalp, and she swings an arm around my neck. Unfortunately for her, my neck is too wide for her arm to loop fully around. But I commend her. I don’t know much about this woman, but Idoknow two things. One, she cares deeply about Sophia, and two, she doesn’t like to lose.
Not that it matters much. She can do whatever the fuck she wantsafterthe wedding, just not before.
We end up in my bedroom this time, not the guest one next to the bridal suite.
I launch her onto the bed, and she attempts to scramble to her feet. I walk over to the nightstand, open a draw and produce a pair of handcuffs. A shadow crosses her face. For the first time tonight, she looks scared.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“You’re staying here.”
“What?”
I don’t respond. Instead, I grab her wrist and tighten one of the cuffs around her slender wrist. Then, I chain it up to the headboard.
“You keep handcuffs in your nightstand? Jesus.”
“I have much worse,” I say, lowering my face to hers. “But I don’t think you could handle it.”
I stay there for a moment longer, our faces inches apart. Her eyes search me like she’s waiting for me to say more, but I’m done here. I don’t trust myself to spend more time alone with her in this room.
Bozhe Moy,she looks fucking gorgeous, especially now that I have her chained to my bed. My own fucking bed. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, but it’s done. It was a mistake to choose my own room. My sheets are going to be doused in her feminine scent tonight when I go to sleep. She’s already left her mark as it is. I don’t need her perfume lingering, too.
Sosredotoch’sya!
I rise from the bed and look back at her, tormenting my cock even more. The silk skirt from her dress rides up, settling high on her thighs to expose more of her smooth, tanned skin. She keeps her legs together, but I imagine them wide open. Me between them.
Seeing her breast earlier was enough for one day. Yet, my eyes crave to see them again. The rounded shape. Her blushed pink nipples.
That’s enough, mudak.
Snap out of it.
No matter how fucking perfect she looks, she’s an intruder and she broke into my house. Twice.
So, I head to the door and make a point of pocketing the handcuff key. “Sit tight.”
“I’ll scream,” she says. “Somebody will hear me.”
I stand in the doorway. “My staff are used to hearing people scream.” I stare at her for one more moment to let her digest that.
Then, I turn around and shut the door behind me.
Chapter Three
Lauren
The grandfather clock moves, marking my second hour in Nikolai Rogov’s sex dungeon.
