“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I moan helplessly.
A piece of my heart shatters as Leks looks at me with uncontrolled lust and nothing else. No tenderness.
“You’re mine, Natalia. I may not want you anymore, but no one else gets to have you like this. No one else is ever going to hear these sexy little noises you make. You’re all mine, Natalia.”
I come harder than I ever have before, my hips lifting to take him. It feels like a cruel joke by my body, that this is what turns me on like nothing has before.
I am nothing to him, and still, with Leks driving that massive cock into me and using me like an object, I crave more. Could I be happy like this? As his slut and nothing else?
As if he can read my thoughts, he lets out a groan. “That’s it. You take me like you were made for this.”
I shatter into a shaking, whimpering mess beneath him, asLeks finishes inside me. As he claims me, completely, with nothing in between us.
A tear slides down my cheek at how good it feels. Even though I could be getting pregnant to a monster who’s shown me nothing but cruelty, I can’t stop myself from melting at the sensation of completeness.
If I wasn’t tied up, I’d be pulling him closer.
He kisses the tear away from my cheek.
For a split second, I look up at him, and believe that he’s my husband instead of my tormentor.
“Zolotse,” he murmurs, his breath warm on my forehead. “Moya zolotse.”
34
NATALIA
Iwake up with a shudder and a million regrets, as I remember what Leks said. And the way my self-respect flew out the window when he made that offer.
If he’s gonna be like that, maybe I should divorce him first. I pull on these ugly camping clothes and realize my wrists are still sore from the ropes.I am owed such a fucking apology once he finds out how wrong he is.
“I hope you’re making me breakfast after that,” I call out, my throat aching. My voice is husky from the sounds I was making last night.
There’s no response.
A flush runs up my chest as I remember how much I enjoyed it. Leks has a dark side and Ilikedit.
I have to remind myself, and especially the liquid heat that threatens to engulf my stomach as I replay last night in my mind, that I am mad at him. He might be good in bed, buthe’s still being unreasonable. He still needs to listen to me when we’re not in the bedroom.
It’s not my fault that someone else is leaking information against him.
I destroyed every single one of the devices that my father asked me to plant.I told him that. He didn’t believe me.
I can’t wait until he finds out how wrong he is. He will be apologizing to me for years. It should only take a few days for them to figure out that it’s not me leaking the information.
Leks doesn’t appear. I slide out of bed, pulling on a thick cable knit sweater. It smells like him, and it comes all the way down to my knees. The late spring day is somehow even colder after the night, rain fresh on the ground outside.
I hear a motor in the distance — and then I remember that we’re in the only cabin for miles.
By the time I open the front door, the tail lights of the car slip around the corner.
Leks is going somewhere without me.
At the kitchen table is my notebook, where I’ve been recording my notes about the paintings in the vault. It looks like Leks has been reading it.
Maybe he just needed some groceries. This place can’t be particularly well-stocked.
