Chapter 14
“Get up.”
A car door slams in addition to the shout, snapping me awake. We’re here. Wherever here is. A hotel? As I peel my eyes open, I make out a shape looming in the darkness. Tall. Grand. A house? It’s nearly twice the size of Winthorp Manor, casting an impressive silhouette, even in the dark.
“I said get up,” someone commands. Mischa.
I scramble in the direction of his voice, stepping out onto a paved courtyard. A grand array of stone steps lead to the front of the house. The lair of another criminal who deals in cocaine?
No… Mischa’s posture is too relaxed for that, and his past words to Vanya spring to mind.We’re going home.
There’s an undeniable familiarity as he mounts the steps with me in his wake. Around us, the other vans park and the men disperse, carrying various materials in different directions on the property. I expect Mischa to shove me aside or direct me to Vanya.
But no.
I’m the sole possession he hauls with him to the front door of the mansion while his men clutch their guns and fall in beside us. I’m hiscaptive, dragged across a grand entrance and up a winding staircase too quickly to even get my bearings or take in the finery.
His shoulders serve as my only scenery. Tense, solid muscle.
I’m not sure which direction he takes me in. I only know when he stops—at the mouth of a room with solid oak floors and a bed in the center.
It’s his. I smell him on the air, faint, as if he hasn’t been here in a while. The black sheets still contain some part of him, however. It’s a far cry from the lumpy mattresses he’s dominated before now.
“Take off your clothes.” He issues the command while slamming the door behind us, twisting the lock.
It’s a test. For some reason, he feels the need to try me in this arena. Like Robert, he’s addicted to this violent game.
But Robert never broke the rules. Impatient, Mischa rushes me from behind and strips me himself.
There’s no finesse in the way he yanks my jeans down my legs for the second time. There’s no predatory care taken to heighten my fear with every touch. His erection pulses against the base of my spine. Thick. Heavy. Like a steel rod encased in denim.
“Get on the fucking bed.” He shoves me forward.
I obey the command, mounting the mattress on my hands and knees. For a split second, I’m back with Robert, trapped inside his private suite while he runs his hand down my spine and watches me tremble.
“Beg,”he’d prompt me, like always.
“Jesus Christ, you’re perfect,” Mischa growls, fury lacing every word. “Tooperfect.” He shoves his palm against my ass, making enough room for him to brace himself behind me. His fingers return between my legs, finding that same slickness from before. “Fucking hell.” A sound rumbles from him I’ve never heard a human make. Deep. Throaty.
It rips through me, leaving me quaking in the aftermath.
“You…you’re wet for me, Little One,” he accuses in a tone that proclaims it’s the worst possible offense I could have committed against him. “Say it.”
My lips move of their own accord, breathing the words against the silken comforter in front of me. “I’m wet for you.”
“Damn.” He doesn’t expect the candor, sucking in a breath. A grunt breaks loose when he exhales, his breath fanning the back of my neck. “Say it again.”
My entire body shivers beneath the weight of such an insane command. I obey anyway. “I…I’m wet for you.”
Hissing, he rears back, forcing his legs between mine so that I’m straddling him from behind. He hooks his knees against me and spreads his open, forcing mine to part even wider. I have to brace my hands against the mattress for balance while he slides his fingers beneath me, cupping my thigh.
“Then show me.” His erection nuzzles that tender place between my thighs, impossibly hard.
Without thinking, I reach for it, blindly wrapping my hand around the base.
“Easy,” he snaps, grasping my wrist and forcing my grip to loosen. “Slower,” he explains. “Like this.”
Numb to reality, I keep going. He hums low in his throat as I stroke him from end to tip and my mind reels. He feels terrifyingly big. How the hell did he ever fit inside me?