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“Still resisting, I see. Eventually, you’ll end up in the same position I am in. Then you’ll have no choice but to admit I was right.”
“You and I are nothing alike.”
“Stop lying to yourself. You beat women behind the guise of a club. At least I have the balls to do it in the open.”
He knew nothing about the world of kink, of the beauty of submission, how power exchange worked. He twisted his mind with lies and rage and expected everyone to fall in line with his beliefs. It was all about control and winning at any cost, and if it didn’t work out, he would use his fist.
The last thing I would do was hurt the woman I professed to love in the fashion he used on my grandmother.
Nausea churned in my gut.
Eva was right.
I never gave Sophia enough credit to know what she wanted. I fucking underestimated her at every turn and, in the end, took her choices from her.
I was an idiot, just like my grandfather and father.
My watch beeped, indicating the end of the ten minutes, and I shifted to stand. “Your time is up. Stimulating conversation as always.”
“No response to my words.”
“I have plenty to say, but there is no point schooling those who lack the discipline to learn.”
“School me then.”
I stared him in the eyes. “I can guarantee what you and I do are vastly different. You lose control and hurt the people you profess to love. You leave them broken and damaged. I use all my control and restraint to keep my woman on the edge of pleasure. She begs me for the kiss of the whip. She knows only my hand will make her come the way she craves. I build her up and leave her satisfied and smiling.”
“That’s a fairy tale you paint.”
“No. It’s a reality selfish men like you can’t obtain. We are nothing alike, old man. Let’s make it six weeks until our next interaction. We went over your time limit. That should count for something.”
Instead of waiting for him to say anything else, I left the room.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sophia
“This looks like shit. I thought you had talent,” Oliana Dominik voiced her unwanted opinion in a heavy Russian accent as she strode through my studio a little before ten in the evening.
“I didn’t ask for a critique, so get lost.” Then I frowned, taking in the six-foot-tall blonde Russian mobster’s wife dressed in a skintight silver catsuit and white coat. “How the fuck did you find me here? No one is supposed to know the location of my studio.”
Oliana rolled her eyes. “We’re friends now. I know everything about you.”
“But are we? Last I thought, you just stalked me all over the place.” I lifted my fingers as I sat behind my drafting table. “First, it was the warm and welcoming jail cell.”
She gave a dramatic hug to her heart. “Yes, when Nikki tried to convince me to give him a baby.”
“You stabbed him in the balls with an earring.” I pursed my lips.
“Yes. Yes, I did.” She shook her head. “No more babies.”
“Then you showed up at the shelter no one is supposed to know about.” I cocked a hand on my hip and stood. “Now you’re here. How the fuck did you get past my security?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Child spy, remember? I know things. The training remains even if I don’t play anymore. Well, unless someone messes with my Nikki. Then I break them.”
“Yeah, I know. The only one allowed to mess with Nikki is you.”
She smiled. “Exactly.”
