Page 41 of Captured Obsession

I can see the uncertainty in Andrei’s gaze, but instead of cowering from the order, he nods agreeably. In another life, I might have liked Andrei; however, I'm not in the business of liking anyone. I use people to further my own agenda.

I open the cabin door, and, as expected, only a few rays of sunlight slip through the dirty windows. There’s not enough light coming through the door for Sienna to make out what most of the room looks like.

She won't see the weapons and torture devices hung on what can only be described as horror walls.

“Where are we?” she whispers as I close the door behind her, sinking us into near-complete darkness. It’s cool in here, despite the warm day outside.

“This is a place of torture,mishka.”

I hear her sharp intake of breath and catch her as she makes a run for the door, covering her mouth with my hand. “Listen to me very carefully.” Right now, I know I can speak freely, knowing that everything we say and do is completely off the grid. “I've been ordered to make you veryuncomfortableonce a week.I'm sure it isn’t difficult to understand what I mean. The shark tank was the first. This is the second.” She bites down hard on my hand, and my cock twitches. “Everything we say and do is being monitored. Can you promise me that you won't react in any brazen way?”

She nods, perhaps too quickly, too agreeably, and the moment I remove my hand from her lips, she spins and knees me in my balls. I see bright lights as I pin her in place, fighting between sheer agony and a twisted sense of pleasure and pride.Good girl.

“You're such a fucking asshole. So, you goaded me into jumping in with the shark for your boss’s pleasure? I didn’t take you for such an obedient dog.”

“Careful,mishka. You don't want to bite the hand that feeds you. Up until this point, I've done my best to keep you as protected as I can.”

“Why? Because we've fucked a few times?” she bites furiously.

A haughty noise escapes me as I step closer, and I breathe in the air she exhales. “Because I've seen the things men like The Wolf do to women. I'm far from a fucking saint, but cruelty toward women and children is a line I won’t cross.”

Her back hits the wall, knocking the breath out of her. “I don't know what to believe when it comes to you.”

“Trust your instincts. They’re a better judge than you think.”

“They’re telling me that I hate you.”

I chuckle, grabbing her by the throat, and nipping at her jaw. “I fucking love how much you hate me. And the moment you get an opportunity to run away from my clutches, seize it. That's what a sane person would do. But today is not that day,” I whisper against her ear, unable to stop myself. The moment I touch this woman, I feel the need to brand her as my own, as if my previous markings aren’t enough. It’s never enough.

“I don't even know if I'm sane anymore,” she says, her voice low.

I rest my hands on her hips.

“Scream for me,mishka, like you’re in pain. Show me how good those acting skills of yours are. Make everyone outside believe that I'm your worst fucking nightmare. And if the performance is to my liking, you'll be rewarded.” I nip her collarbone, and she lets out a small yelp.

My cock is rock hard, and although she thinks she's not sane anymore, I know everything I’ve done with regard to her is damning. I’m only thinking of myself, acting in accordance with my own wants, savoring every taste until I know I have to hand her over.

But it’s suddenly becoming more difficult to imagine not torturing her daily or being struck down by her scathing tongue. And that fuels the feral beast inside me.

I unbutton her pants and then slide my hand into her panties, slipping my beaded bracelet from my wristto rub it against her clit. “Fucking scream for me,mishka. Now.”

Her breath is shaky, but then a formidable scream comes from her, one that sends a shiver down my spine from the believability that she’s hurt. Then it falls into a quiet, half-crazed moan for only me to hear.

“This is crazy,” she breathes out quietly. And a sense of ease settles through me.

There are many words to describe all the things I want to do to this woman, and each of them boil down tocrazy.

I continue to rub the beads against her clit as she desperately undoes my belt and pants. My cock springs free, and I kiss her. Her tongue is wild against mine as I pin her against the wall. When her head tips back, she wails, “Please, no! Please!”

The heartfelt plea spikes my heart rate, as I’m both confused and transfixed by the strange way it turns me on. Like it’s our little secret.

“I’m going to stuff your cunt with my cock, but you’ll beg for it first.”

“I’ll do better,” she screams as I bite down on her bottom lip and tug. A little moan escapes her as I continue rolling the beads over her clit.

“Tell me how badly you want it,” I whisper into her ear.

“I want it,” she says. “I want your cock filling me up.”