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Johanna, on the other hand, screams again from behind the duct tape, tears gushing. It’s obvious she doesn’t want anything to do with Chad or with this situation.
Good. After this, she’ll never fuck me over again.
I walk up to her and rip the tape off her mouth, though her loud, obnoxious weeping makes me wish I hadn’t.
“Please, let me go!”
“What did you think would happen after you sent that video around? Did you think I’d just roll over and take it? That you would finally come out on top and win Alek’s heart?”
She hangs her head, her shoulders shaking with sobs.
I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Did you think I’d kill myself over it? Because I almost did. Your actions have consequences, Johanna, and it’s time you learned it the hard way.”
The words surge through my body, electrifying every nerve ending in excitement. This is what it’s like to be unstoppable, to bring down my enemies and revel in my basest desires.
For the first time in years, I am in control, and I’m drunk with the power it gives me.
“You two messed with the wrong bitch,” I say. “I’m going to enjoy every minute of this.”
Alek’s friends chuckle, and the one named Mikhail comes over to clap him on the shoulder. “I like this one, even if she is American. She’s a keeper.”
“Don’t get any ideas,” Alek says. “She’s all mine.”
I stride over to him and pull him down for a heated kiss, affirming in front of his friends that I, indeed, belong to Alek. He wraps his arm around my waist to bring me closer, and when he grinds his hips into me, I can feel he’s enjoying this night as much as I am.
“Cut the ropes,” Mikhail says to the others. “They won’t try to resist. There’s only one way out, and they’re outnumbered.”
Fyodor, Ilya, and Oleg take switchblades out of their pockets and slice through the bindings on their wrists. Putting their knives away, they step back, taking positions to block the stairs.
When Chad and Johanna’s arms fall to their sides, they rub the raw skin left by the chaffing ropes.
Mikhail takes his phone out and taps the screen, aiming the camera at the two of them on the floor. “Hey, American boy. Give her a kiss. Let’s see a bit of foreplay.”
“Trust me, he’s not very good at it,” I chime in, which makes the others laugh.
Alek steps behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, and my head falls back against his chest. This shared revenge is intimate, and we’re growing closer, united in our sick desires.
Chad crawls over to Johanna, whose face is twisted in disgust as she gives him a once-over. Even in the most humiliating situation, she manages to act like a stuck-up princess.
They’re kneeling, facing each other, and when Chad hinges forward, she leans away.
“Please, don’t make me do this,” she whines, looking up at me. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“This is what I want.”
“This is insane!” she says. “Alek, come on. You can’t let her do this to me.”
“You should have thought about that before fucking with Willow Baker,” he answers. “She bites when provoked.”
The two of us share another laugh, and Johanna’s face falls. No one is going to help her, and when faced with that ugly truth, she resigns herself.
“Fine, let’s get this over with,” she mutters.
Chad and Johanna kneel, facing each other, and when he closes his eyes, he leans forward into her space. She turns her face away as though she can’t stand the stench of plebians. His lips connect with her cheek, making the rest of us laugh.
“Take off her dress,” Mikhail says. “Let’s get comfortable.”
Chad is an obedient little monkey; I’ll give him that. He whispers, “I’m sorry,” to her before gripping the hem of her skirt. She recoils from his sweaty touch as he slides the dress up to reveal her matching lace bra and panty set.
