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“They are similar.”
I caress the soft fabric of a designer black hoody that even I know costs a year’s salary for most people. The black leggings are made of a fabric that probably cost more than the meal last night and the sneakers on the floor are fresh from the factory. A black set of lacey underwear mocks me as I raise my eyes to his and he smirks. “Put it on.”
“Now?” I’m mortified as he sits on the chair by the window and nods.
“I insist.”
“Fuck you, Mikhail. I’m not your property to dictate to.”
He shrugs. “Unfortunately, you are, because until I am bored with you, you will do exactly what I tell you to.”
I lift the lacey disgrace for underwear and toss it across the room at him.
“Wear it your fucking self.”
The way his eyes flash strangely excites me and for a long second he stares at me through enigmatic eyes, and he growls, “Then you wear no underwear. I prefer that, anyway.”
I pointedly turn away from him and grab the clothes and march back to the bathroom, reluctant to give him the floor show he wants for only one reason. I like it when he looks at me as if I’m the only thing in his world. The trouble is, I can’t get used to that because by the end of today I will be right back where I started. He will learn my secret and be disgusted with me, and I don’t blame him because I am too.
I dress quickly, not putting it past him to head in here and demand a floor show. I pull on the clothes and love how they caress my body, and now I know why they are worth their costly price tag. Simple pleasures cause great delight and the way I feel now, I could be dressed in diamonds and silk and be dancing with Prince Charming. Instead, I’m wearing black and dancing with the devil, but I’ll take that any day over who I’ve danced with up til now.
We leave his bedroom as almost lovers and a wall of tension separates us as we struggle to understand what this is. He’s out of his comfort zone and I can tell by the confusion in his dark eyes when he stares at me. He is conflicted and I don’t know why. What he did to me back there was so intoxicating I was sad when it ended. What did he get out of it? I don’t understand.
It’s a little awkward as we walk through his empty space that is wealth on a gigantic scale. I don’t belong here. It’s not anything I ever imagined, let alone wanted. He is everything I didn’t want. Then why is it so difficult to resist temptation when he rests those wicked lips on mine?
CHAPTER 17
MIKHAIL
Idressed to get my mind back to business. To remind myself who I am, not what I am becoming around her. She is pissed that I kept her original clothes. The designer ones are no match in her eyes to the familiar and I kind of understand. I have taken everything from her, and they were all she had left. They are as much a prisoner as she is because I want her to feel uprooted. To be lost and afraid because it’s the only way I will fully understand her.
I must break her down to rebuild her into the strong women she is deep inside. Not my woman, I don’t want one. My prisoner if you like. My latest project and a welcome distraction from the real business at hand.
Yes, I will play with my prey and enjoy every sordid minute of it.
We head to the garage in silence, and I make sure to choose the flashiest car in my collection. This time it’s a yellow Ferrari. Guaranteed to draw attention, everything she hates.
“No, Mikhail.” Her eyes flash as I point to the open door.
“No?” I lean against the car and prepare to be amused.
“You really are an exhibitionist.”
She even places her hands on her hips and shakes her head in disappointment.
“What’s wrong with that one?”
She points to a small saloon that I keep for occasions when I want to blend into the crowd.
“No.”
I shrug as she sighs heavily. “Then we’ll walk.”
“Walk?”
I laugh out loud, and she hisses, “Yes, walk, you asshole. Like most people in this life. We don’t all have a menagerie of distaste at our disposal.”
“Menagerie?” I point to the car.
