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Her eyes light with a sudden excitement and it makes me smile. There is darkness inside my assassin that she is trying to control. She doesn’t know how to deal with it but has an overwhelming desire to unleash it and I can show her how. I am the master of her damnation and there is nothing she can do to prevent that from happening.
CHAPTER 16
LILLI
I’m uncertain what is happening to me. I should be ashamed of myself. I let a virtual stranger do intimate things to me and I liked it. I craved it even, and I wanted more. For the first time in my life, I wanted a man to touch me. Prayed for it even and when he did, I allowed my body to submit to him.
Now he is asking for the impossible. He has already demonstrated he doesn’t react well to the word no and now he wants my inner thoughts as well. Maybe I should just tell him. Get it over with and watch the disgust flare in his eyes as he discovers what I really am. Do it so I can get out of here and back to the life I want for myself.
So, I take a deep breath and say defiantly. “I will tell you, Mikhail, but not now. Not while I feel so vulnerable. I want to shower – alone and dress in my own clothes. Then I will tell you, but not here.”
“Where then?”
“The diner on fifth street. Crystals.”
“The what?”
His eyes widen and it makes me giggle. “It’s not fine dining, but she makes a mean pancake and I kind of need a dose of reality before I tell you what you want and then it’s your decision whether you leave me there.”
“Leave you there.” He cocks his head on one side and his mouth twists into an evil grin.
“Do you really think that whatever secret you’re hiding is worse than anything I’ve done?”
It makes me stop and stare and he growls, “Do you believe that an angel confessing her sins to the devil will surpass his own?”
I never thought of it like that, and I shift on my feet nervously. “It may change your opinion about me.”
“You better hope it does.”
“Why?”
I peer at him nervously and he growls, “Because right now, baby girl, it’s doubtful I am ever letting you leave. So, make your story a fucking good one if that is what you desire.”
“What I desire?”
I’m speechless and he grins, a dark, evil grin that should incinerate my soul but only causes my heart to curl with pleasure.
“Your freedom.”
He moves away and says over his shoulder. “You have your privacy. I will shower elsewhere. Thirty minutes of freedom, little assassin. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
As he leaves the room, I should be celebrating, but I’m a little concerned that I am already missing him and with a sigh, I strip away my last defensive barrier and kick the panties off to the side.
Thirty minutes to get my head straight and attempt to drive that man from my heart. Thirty minutes to remind myself who I am and always will be. A worthless piece of shit who can’t think for herself.
The tears burn as years of abuse come back to bite me. Mickey’s words echoing with my mom’s as they swirl around me. I am a nobody, worth nothing at all, except to earn them money and I should be grateful they are giving me the opportunity.
Thirty minutes later, I walk into the bedroom and find Mikhail fully showered and dressed looking so hot it melts my eyes.
He is dressed all in black. A black silk shirt, unbuttoned enough to offer a soul shattering glimpse of his muscled ink. He is wearing a black suit that is sharp and tailored, and his eyes gleam as he watches me approach.
“You were quick.” I attempt to give my mouth something to do other than drop in amazement and he points to a pile of clothes on the bed.
“Your clothes.” He says huskily and I grip the bathrobe a little tighter and head toward them.
His intense gaze sends delightful shivers down my spine, as if he's undressing me with his eyes.
As I lift the black hoody, I shake my head. “These are not my clothes.”
