Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
The sweater slipped past my knees, drowning me in warmth I no longer wanted.
"How dare you go through my things?" I hissed, hands trembling.
Pavel ignored my outrage, lifting one of the photographs. "You said you were paying back your father's debts. You didn't fucking say anything about this."
I froze. Staring at the photo with my grandmother's eyes burned out.
His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur.
"Either tell me what is going on… or I get my belt."
CHAPTER 18
PAVEL
Alina was going to tell me everything I wanted to know—whether she liked it or not.
Soon enough, she was going to learn that I was not someone to be fucked with.
She needed to understand that I was a man to be obeyed, without question.
My hand snapped out, wrapping around the base of her throat, not hard enough to cut off her air, but firm enough she knew I could.
I pushed her against the wall and caged her in again, hovering over her so she couldn’t miss the differences in our bodies. I wanted to impress our height disparity on her, how her thinness contrasted with my muscular build, and to remind her how my hard cock could impale her sweet little cunt over and over.
She was being a brat, and I needed to put an end to that immediately.
Things would not turn out well for her if she forgot for even a moment who she was dealing with.
I couldn't keep her safe if she didn't respect what I could do and fear the monster that I could become.
I caressed her cheek, my touch deceptively gentle as I leaned into her, pressing my body against her, my cock already hard as it settled against her soft stomach.
"Remember, sweetheart, I have very creative ways of making people talk. I'd rather have a civilized conversation over dinner, but if you would prefer a more… interesting way, that can be arranged."
She still refused. Her lips pressed together in a firm line, her jaw clenched so hard that her cheek twitched.
Her stubbornness was impressive, but there was still fear in her eyes. Her hands still trembled at her sides.
My patience was running thin, and I didn't know what pissed me off more—that someone was hurting her, threatening her, or that she was protecting them.
Neither was going to work for me.
All she had to do to end this suffering was tell me everything.
I knew that you attracted more flies with honey, and if I had the time, maybe I would coax the information from her. Maybe I'd be inclined to be gentle, earn her confidence, or just tie her to the bed again and edge her until she broke. I rather liked that idea. My cock throbbed with the need to do exactly that.
Too bad it wouldn't work. Not because I couldn't break her with pleasure and pain, but because I had already tested the limits of my control.
There was no way in hell I could see her cunt wet and dripping for me again, feel it gripping my fingers, my tongue, or my cock without losing my mind and fucking her so thoroughly neither one of us would be in any position to ask or answer questions, let alone form coherent thought.
Work first.
Lose myself in her tight body second.
I wrapped my hand around her throat again, tilting her head back, forcing her to look up into my eyes. I wanted to see the truth in those pretty, golden-flecked eyes.
She was a captive.
I was the monster holding her here, at least for now.
"Your disobedience is making me angry."
Her pretty eyes reflected the exact moment her resolve cracked. The tears that welled in them spilled down her cheeks.
I could see it—the moment she realized what she needed to do to survive. That was what she was, a survivor, and a natural submissive.
She wasn't weak, far from it. But what her mind wanted and what her body wanted were at odds.
I could use that.
She wanted to please me. Even if her mind fought it with every fiber of her being, her softening body, her hitching breaths as she hesitated were all I needed to see to know she liked the way I made her feel.
Her lips opened and closed a few times, like she was searching for the words.
I loosened my grip on her throat and leaned in to whisper into her ear. Coaxing the information from her lips. "It would please me for you to obey. I think you would much prefer the way I treat you when I'm pleased."
Finally, she broke.
Her body relaxed against mine, and her eyes slid closed.
The confession poured out of her, and I knew the words were true.
"It's my grandmother," she gasped. "She's all I have in this world."
"Were you telling me the truth last night that you've had no contact with your father?" I asked, thinking about the man in the photos that clearly made her uneasy.