“You come when I say, or not at all,” Kirill said quietly. His deep voice still thrilled me every time I heard it. “Do you get it, Princess?” When I failed to answer, the other side received a sharp smack.
“I get it,” I burst out. “I come when you say I can.”
“Good girl,” was the last thing he said before the delicious pressure of him pressing into me stole my thoughts.
He pushed into me in two hard strokes, and his body came to lie against mine, fucking me into the mattress. He held himself on straight arms above me as his hips drove into me.
You should be scared, the voice whispered in my head, but I was too far gone for that.
He wrapped a hand around my throat, arching my back so I was utterly helpless. He was ruthless as he used my body, taking everything he wanted from me, bending me, and pinning me down until he drove me over an edge higher than any I’d ever known.
“I should have known you like it rough, Molly. You and I are cut from the same cloth,” he grunted as I clenched hard around him.
Spots danced before my eyes as he gripped my neck. It was like flying.
“Do you have any idea how wet you are for me? How turned on you are when I use you like my perfect little toy? My treasure?”
He came moments later, pumping me full of his release, and the heat of his seed blossomed inside me. Thank God I had an implant since Kirill didn’t seem inclined to use any protection. But for some filthy reason, I liked him bare inside me. Maybe I was as nuts as him, after all.
He pulled out and wiped his dripping dick on my bare skin. He was quiet for a long moment, and I twisted to try and see his face in the dark, but it was impossible.
“I don’t understand,” I whispered in his general direction in the dark. “Do you love me or hate me?”
He untied my hands and stood. “Soon, Princess, you’ll understand it’s possible to do both at the same time. Rest now. You’ve had a trying day,” was the last thing he said from the door before he left me.
I lay there trembling in my post-orgasm bliss, wet with his spend and as confused and turned on as I’d ever been.
29
KIRILL
The entire day, my mind stayed at the penthouse and the girl locked inside.
Mallory Madison, my obsession, my fucking reason to live, finally within reach, and all mine.
I nodded to my guards as I came home that night. I usually felt tired after a long day moving money, breaking skulls, and outmaneuvering my brother before he did something to kill us both. Tonight, my blood was racing in my veins.
“Has she attempted to leave?” I asked Max at the door.
He shook his head. “Not even once.”
Perversely satisfied Mallory was being a good little captive, I went in and shut the door behind me. I’d put Mallory in the room connected to mine. I wanted to be able to lock her in at night, and I couldn’t trust her enough to sleep beside her yet, so she got her own room.
I shook off my jacket and headed to her room, pushing the door open without warning. Mallory was sitting at the window, staring at the city outside. She was wearing the old, dirty clothes from yesterday.
She jumped when she saw me in the glass behind her. Standing, she turned quickly, folding her arms defensively over her chest.“You’re home in one piece,” she remarked, raking her eyes across me.
“Disappointed?” I mused as I leaned against the threshold and studied her. “What are you wearing?”
She flushed, knowing she’d been caught. She’d looked in the closet and decided to defy me by wearing her old, borrowed clothes. As part of preparing the penthouse for her captivity, I’d had the wardrobe filled with lingerie, soft, sheer dresses, and transparent robes. If I knew Mallory, which I did, they were exactly the kind of thing she hated.
“I don’t have any other clothes,” she said, staring mulishly at the floor.
I tutted loudly and strolled across the polished wooden floor to slide open the wardrobe. “I beg to differ.”
“They aren’t mine. I’m not going to wear stuff someone else has left behind,” she said, red staining her cheeks prettily.
I paused. I’d merely thought she was defying me by refusing to wear things I’d picked out for her.Mallory was jealous. Whatever I’d expected, it wasn’t that.