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With her feeble strength, she tries to slam the door, but it won’t budge against my boots. I slam my hand against the door, push it open again, and send her stumbling back.
Anna yelps as I storm into the apartment.
“You thought you could run from me?” I chuckle and close the door behind me, leaving Denis standing guard in the hall.
I don’t want any interruptions while dealing with my mischievous little angel.
She needs to pay for her disrespect and that starts now.
Shaking her head she slowly inches backward. “No.”
“And now you’re lying to me.” I tuck my hands in my pockets, my smile spreading wide as I shake my head. “Anna, when are you going to learn that all you’re doing is making things worse for yourself?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stammers over her words, rushing them out as she judges her distance from where she stands in the hall to the kitchen.
I match her step for step. “I don’t like being lied to, and I don’t like disrespect. You and your father had an arrangement with me. I thought you would be a woman of your word and honor it, but it seems like you’re nothing more than a lying bitch.”
Her hands shake as she backs into the living room. “Please. You don’t have to do this.”
I smirk and grab one of the framed pictures of her and her father that sits on a little side table in the living room. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to bring anything personal with you when you are on the run?”
Anna’s eyes widen as she almost trips over the ends of her baggy fucking jeans.
She’s going to have to be in something better when I kill her. Something that highlights those curves of hers one last time.
I take another look at the picture. In it, she looks naïve and happy. Like her father is going to be able to protect her from every evil thing in the world.
Too bad he couldn’t protect her from me.
Nothing can protect her from me.
As Anna’s bottom lip quivers, I throw the picture at a wall.
It shatters, glass flying over the stained laminate floor. The picture rips when a large shard of glass catches it.
Her amber eyes go as dark as midnight, welling with tears. Her hand reaches for the picture frame as if she can call it to her with just a thought.
“You didn’t have to do that.” Her full bottom lip quivers but all I can think about is biting it until a drop of blood appears.
I want a taste of her and then I want to spill her blood.
“I did.” I keep my tone even, though amusement seeps in seeing the way she shakes like a leaf as I advance. “You were supposed to be mine. You were going to save your father. But he died, and you ran.”
“I had to.”
“No.” I move closer to her, forcing her back to hit the wall on the other side of her living room.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she looks up at me. Her breath hitches and the first hot tear tracks down her cheek.
I bend my neck to her level, licking the salty liquid from her cheek.
Anna whimpers, reminding me of the noises she made when my cock was buried deep inside her.
She liked me then, even if she feared me.
I don’t need her to like me now. She just has to bend to my will.
Anna tries to lean back even though there is nowhere for her to go. “What are you going to do to me?” She fixes her eyes on the floor, avoiding eye contact.
