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)
"What do you want from me?"
A slow smirk crossed his sharp features.
"This."
His mouth crashed down on mine, claiming me in a punishingly possessive kiss.
CHAPTER 5
PAVEL
Her lips had the faintest hint of obedience.
At first, she leaned away, attempting to melt into the wall behind her.
After she finally surrendered to my kiss, her curves sought support against me.
When I broke away, rebellion flashed in her eyes again.
The low hum of the office ventilation system was the only sound beyond her rapid breathing. The moonlight streaming through the blinds cast shadows across her face, highlighting those wide, fearful eyes that had occupied my thoughts for weeks.
The way her mouth had moved against mine told me everything I needed to know.
That a dutiful girl existed beneath the surface, and I would peel back every layer of hate and fear to find her.
Her fate was sealed the moment I first saw her, when she lied to me in that sweet, honeyed voice before fleeing.
Telling me a false name had been a bold move.
She had invaded my dreams since that day. Every morning I woke aching to sink inside her while she called me "sir" repeatedly.
Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths, hinting at generous breasts hidden from view.
My cock stiffened, demanding more.
I crushed my lips against hers, licking the seam, commanding entry.
Her mouth parted, tongue meeting mine with hesitant curiosity.
My little kitten—timid, shy, so easily startled.
Her responses betrayed her.
Maybe she could serve another purpose, one that wouldn't end with her death.
Such a waste to destroy someone so valuable when she could still be useful.
I wanted Alina. Why waste an opportunity?
Artem and Gregor would raise hell, of course.
They had made the rules clear: staff were untouchable.
But they would also demand her death as a witness to murder.
Their solution would be simple. Eliminate the liability.
A problem for another time.
My solution was far more creative—and satisfying.
Rules were made by men who feared consequences. I did not.
Now, this woman trembled against me, prepared to do anything for survival, and those plump lips promised other talents worth exploring.
Breaking the kiss, I pressed the gun against the top of her shoulder, forcing her down to her knees.
The thin industrial carpet offered little cushion against the hard floor beneath.
She winced at the impact.
"You want to live, little one?"
She nodded, lips tightly pressed together.
"Not good enough. I asked you a question." I needed to hear her voice, to establish the pattern of obedience now.
"Yes," she whispered, the word barely audible.
"Yes, what?" I prompted, tapping the gun lightly against her collarbone.
She swallowed hard. "Yes, I want to live."
"Then let's see how prettily you can beg."
Her breath caught, panic rippling through her slender frame.
She shook her head, a plea forming. "Please…please, don't do this."
"Do what, little one?”
Her mascara had run, forming dingy gray circles under her lashes, which only highlighted the golden flecks in the rich warmth of her brown eyes. Those pink lips quivered, begging to be claimed. “I…I…don’t…”
My expression remained deliberately closed off.
I craved her fear.
Her desperation.
Her surrender.
My fingers grasped her chin, tilting her face upward.
I wanted her to witness this, to understand her choices—a body bag, or my mercy.
“That’s not begging. I want to hear you beg me.” A command, not a request.
"Please, I'll do anything."
"What could you possibly offer that I would want?" I ruthlessly taunted, drawing out the delicious suspense as I held her fate in the palm of my hand.
Her porcelain cheeks practically glowed in the moonlit room.
I imagined smearing lipstick across that angelic face.
Her expression shifted—a tiny flicker of something beyond terror. Recognition, perhaps, that this moment was inevitable from our first meeting.
Some women sensed their fate before they understood it.
Someone so pure needed to be ruined.
I would be that ruin.
"What value do you have that I can't find elsewhere?"
"I—I'll work for free." Her eyes darted across my face, searching for salvation.
I laughed, cold and harsh. "Try harder."
"I—please, I'll do anything. Please. I didn't mean to see anything. It was an accident. I was just trying to do my job. It all happened so fast, I'm not even sure what I saw. I'm so sorry."
"How sorry are you?" I asked as I unfastened my belt with a quiet click.
She broke completely—gasping, sobbing, shaking so violently she barely remained upright.
Yet in that moment of complete terror, there was the slightest dilation of her pupils that had nothing to do with the dim lighting.
Even her body betrayed her.
My cock had ached since our eyes met earlier.
After feeling those lips against mine, I would wait no longer.
I needed to discover what else her mouth could do.
Her fate had been sealed the moment she fled from me.
Nothing stirred my blood more than pursuit.
No, that wasn't true.
This—the moment fear transformed into submission.
When natural instinct overrode resistance and she became my good girl, proving her obedience.
I placed my gun on the desk beside us, freeing my hand for her soft hair.