Page 25 of Marked By the Devil

Damn, that’s lethal.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.”

I furrowed my brow. “What? What do you want from me?” Before he could sear me with any more of that smoldering look, I kept at it. “What answers do you want from me that I haven’t given you already?”

“Not sure.”

I hung my head and groaned. “You can’t keep me like this.”

“Then how about this?” Moving so swiftly that I wasn’t prepared for it, he lifted my arms and thrust them back. He hovered over me, one knee between my legs, as he pinned my hands above my head.

I panted, caught off guard.

Assess.

He pushed his thigh against my pussy.

Oh, fuck.

I could assess that clue, all right.

Ascertain…

Swallowing hard, I turned my head to the side just so I wouldn’t be tempted to face him and see the lethal lust in his eyes anymore.

This is it. That’s what I can goddamn ascertain. This is the moment when I’ll be reduced to a victim of… of…

Could it be rape if I was already raging for him and so turned on, it took every ounce of my sanity not to grind against his thigh?

“You can’t keep me in any way, Viktor Volkov.”

“Oh, last name now, too. Are you under the illusion that you can reprimand me?”

I rolled my head to glare at him.

“Should I stop calling you Red now? Keep it formal?”

Looking him up and down, the little bit of a withering once-over that I could at this close range, I cleared my throat. “You call this formal?”

He smiled again, almost melting me into a puddle.

“I call this welcoming you to your new accommodations for your stay,” he said, slowly rising off me. He stood between my legs, grabbing the towel to wipe his face off. As I sat up and leaned on my elbows so I wouldn’t be facing him so closely, he sighed.

“I can and will keep you here for as long as I fucking want.” He raised his brows. “You will not leave this house unless I order it.”

The frustration bubbled up inside me. It was on the tip of my tongue to demand to know why.

If he wanted to hurt me or kill me, like he likely did to many hostages, he already would have.

If he wanted to fuck me or abuse me, like he probably had to many women before, he would have.

“You will stay here.”

“What about the agency? They’re going to be searching for me.”

He wiped his face again. “They won’t be looking here if they decided to start a search.”

Start?