Her brow furrows. “You won’t let me go?”
The idea of letting Anya Lebedev go at any point doesn’t sound appealing at all. “You belong to me now, Anya.” I’m not sure where those words are coming from, but I’ve never said something more true.
“Why would I give you anything if you have no intention of setting me free?”
Anya Lebedev would be the ultimate prize. Take down my arch nemesis and claim his daughter as my own. I release her throat and walk over to the instrument table, picking up a knife. “Because it’s the only option you have.”
Her jaw clenches. “You have to give me something, otherwise I might as well be dead.”
“Believe me, your life with me will be far better than death.”
“I don’t think so.”
I smirk as it’s a challenge if ever I’d heard one. “How shall I prove it to you?”
She holds her chin high. “You can’t.”
I move closer to her, still holding the knife, sliding it through her bindings.
She gasps as if she was expecting me to cut her with it. I may be a criminal, but harming a beautiful woman, a woman who I know is going to belong to me from this day forward, is beyond my capabilities.
“Stand for me.”
Her eyes narrow as she watches me, glancing at the knife with hesitation. “What are you going to do with that?”
“No questions.” I lace my fingers in her hair and yank her to her feet with it. “Soon, you will learn that doing what I tell you is best for the both of us.”
“That’s the most misogynistic thing I’ve ever heard.” She glares at me, making my cock thicken in my briefs.
“Silence,” I growl, still holding her hair.
Her legs tremble beneath her as she struggles to hold her own weight.
“You try to act tough, Anya Lebedev. And yet deep down you are melting for me and have been since the day you looked into my eyes.”
Her nose wrinkles. “I don’t know what—”
I yank her hair harder, silencing her as I move forward with the knife and lift the hem of her skirt with it.
She shudders, eyes fluttering closed from a mix of fear and anticipation.
“Valery,” she breathes my name.
“That’s right, printessa, say my name.” I let the tip of the knife graze the inside of her thigh. “Let’s find out what secrets you are hiding beneath this skirt.”
Her throat bobs as she opens her eyes, looking at me, a war waging in them between desire and fear.
I flick my wrist and cut through the thin fabric of her skirt so that it falls to the floor in a pool. Anya is wearing a pair of white lace panties, emphasizing her pure innocence.
“Tell me, Anya. Are you a virgin?”
Her nostrils flare as she glares at me.
“Of course you are.” I smirk, the idea of being her first and only making me even harder. “Even better.” I slide the flat of the knife under the waistband of her panties and then flick the sharp edge through the lace. It comes apart and leaves her bare to me.
Watching her face, she turns a deep red at being in front of me, so exposed. I let my eyes drop down to her virgin cunt and groan when I see her arousal glistening between her thick thighs. She’s basically dripping with need for me already, and I’ve hardly touched her.
“Just what I thought.”