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“Your fatherrevealedmy father’s identity to the Bratva.” I chuckle as a thought occurs to me. “He may have even sold that information to the right people. There was no shortage of people wanting to steal my father’s power.”
“We don’t have any money,” Tatyana spits out between sobs. “There is no way my father could do-”
I yank my hand down, ripping Tatyana’s shirt off. She screams and braces herself. When her neck drifts too far the belt tightens, choking her back into obedience.
My eyes take in her body, thinking of the times we’ve fucked. I place my open palm on her abdomen, dragging it upwards against her skin, feeling her muscles quiver at my touch. When I reach the underside of her bra, I lift it with my fingers. The skin of her breasts peeks out, making my cock rise harder.
I grab for my knife and slice through the front of her bra, letting her breasts fall as I cut away at the straps. When all the fabric covering her upper body is gone, I look her over.
Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t help myself. My pulse rises and images of being inside her wet pussy invade my thoughts. One of my arms slides behind her waist, pulling her towards me as I suck on her breasts, feeling her nipples rise inside my mouth. Tatyana can grunt and yank at her restraints, but I know her body wants my touch. I feel her arousal.
I pull my head away and grasp one of her nipples in my fingers, rolling and pulling. Tatyana’s eyes lower as she grits her teeth and shakes her head in resistance. I continue teasing the bud of her breast until it protrudes as much as it can, then pinch it and apply a clamp to keep it erect for me.
Tatyana gasps and opens her eyes in shock as pain courses through her. I move to the other breast and repeat the same process. She writhes against the cross, helplessly trying to end her agony, but the more she moves, the more the clamps move, creating fresh pain.
It is so beautiful to watch.
She stills herself, and I see her breathing slow down. Her body is acclimating to the sensation, releasing endorphins, calming her. Her arms hang from their restraints with no more fight left in them.
“You are the daughter of a treacherous man,” I tell her. My hands rub the outsides of her breasts, along the lines of her ribs. “And while that fact alone is not your fault, I know you’re hiding something from me.”
“They killed my mother that day,” she says in a defiant tone. “Why would my father help the men who killed my mother?”
I look up at her in surprise. I wasn’t aware Tatyana’s mother died that day. Adrik took me before the attack on the village ended. I think about Tatyana’s question and realize sometimes the simplest answer is the right one.
“Unintended consequences of your father’s selfish act,” I decide.
Tatyana shakes her head and breathes heavily at that prospect, but says nothing. She’s been alive long enough to know the person her father was. A foolish man usually remains one throughout his life.
I can’t keep my hands off Tatyana’s body. The more I touch her, the more I want to keep touching her.
“They were going to kill my father and me,” she says in protest.
“What stopped them?” I ask.
Tatyana swallows in a hard gulp as her eyes widen and looks away from me.
There it is, the secret Tatyana is hiding. All she has to do is tell me what it is, but she’s a fighter. I know she won’t do it willingly.
I raise my arms to her neck and remove the belt tied around it, wrapping the buckle of the belt in my hand and let the other end hang free as I walk from her. When I turn, I hang the middle of the belt across the back of my neck and let both of my hands hang from each end.
“How did you and your father convince a gang of murderers to release you?”
“My father… made a deal,” Tatyana says with her eyes to the floor.
“What kind of deal?” I hiss back.
“I don’t know,” she says with a pleading voice.
It’s a lie.
I let one end of my belt go free and swing my arm. The free end cracks on Tatyana’s abdomen, leaving a scarlet imprint on her pale olive skin. She contorts her face in agony and screams. I give her a moment to reconsider her silence, but she stays quiet. I crack the end of the belt against her skin two more times. She cries out in pain and folds the top of her body forward as much as her restraints will allow.
“He made a deal…” she screams in a voice saturated with desperation. “He would work for the Bratva. His business would be theirs to funnel cash through,” she says as she breaks down in sobs.
“Which Bratva? Give me a name,” I say.
Tatyana shakes her head, “I don’t know which, but the man my father worked for… his name is Arkady.”
