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“Hello, wife.”
“I want to see Capree.” She stands up, squaring her shoulders and pretending to be brave.
“I think we can arrange that. But you have to do something for me first.”
Her eyes light up. “I’d do anything.”
I walk around her, and her head swivels, but she stays still. I’d do anything to handcuff and have my way with her. Her mind and body would love to surrender control to me. All I have to do is make her feel like I’m taking it against her will, when we both know that’s not the case.
Soon.
“Your family misses you. I’ve agreed to a family get-together with them. If you step out of line, I have no problem making Capree pay for her mother’s sins.” I’d never lay a hurtful finger on my baby girl and would kill anyone who thought about it. This is the only way I can ensure Katrina will listen to me with absolute certainty.
She sucks in a breath, and I stop behind her, feeling her body tremble slightly. My fingers trail up her arm, the need to touch her far too great. I hate that I’ve missed her, especially since before her I wasn’t the type of guy who missed pussy. But here I am, craving hers.
“I understand,” she breathes out shakily.
“I suppose I’m going to have to let some of your rope burns heal.” I’ll bring some ointment down to help with her marks next time... The trembling stops, and she freezes. “Tonight, I’ll allow you back in my bed. But do not ask to see Capree. You will see her at the same time your family does. Do you understand?”
I step back, scared I’m going to ruin everything by grabbing her and forcing her lips on mine. Adjusting myself, I attempt to calm my pounding heart before I circle in front of her.
I go to the stairs, pick up a shirt of mine I dropped there on the way down here, and toss it at her. I will not be parading her naked through the house for anyone to get a view. She’s mine to do with what I want.
She scrambles to put it on, the hem of it hitting her midthigh. I almost feel guilty for taking away that confidence she had when we first met.Almost, but not quite.
I turn and expect her to follow me. When I glance over my shoulder, she quickly grabs the family photo, hugging it to her chest before she hurries after me. It has me smiling, but I wipe it off my face before she can see it. I make it seem like she’s being ignored as we walk up the stairs, but she’simpossibleto ignore. My body is aware of every step she takes.
Chapter 31: Katrina
Ihugthepictureto my chest. I know he meant the gift to stab me in the heart, but instead, it comforts me. I would do anything for those girls, including sacrifice myself if it means they’ll be safe and loved. Demetri showed his hand without realizing it. He loves his girls. And that’s all that matters.
We enter the main floor, and my eyes dart all around, hoping for a glimpse of them. I need to see with my own eyes that they are okay.
“They’re not here,” his deep voice says ahead of me, Demetri not even bothering to turn to see if I was looking for the girls.
I swallow as I look toward the front door.Could I outrun him?I look down at my dirty feet with no shoes. He could easily catch me. My fingernails are black, and when I touch my hair, I can feel the grease in it. Now I’m hoping Idon’tspot Charlotte or Capree. They can’t see me like this.
He leads me into the bedroom, the door sounding louder than normal when he closes it. My heart rate intensifies, knowing we’re alone.
“Can I take a shower?” I ask, and my hand touches my dirty hair once again as I tuck it behind my ear.
His lips purse as he takes in my appearance. My traitorous body has my nipples peaking under his watchful eye. It doesn’t care he’s the enemy now. “Sure.” He nods toward the bathroom.
I take a slow step, testing to see if he’s serious. When he doesn’t stop me, my feet rush into the room. My hand flies toward the door, pushing it closed as fast as I can, except it jams and refuses to close. Demetri’s large, calloused hand is gripping the edge and pushing his way into the room.
“Not so fast. I don’t trust you.” My hand falls to my side, and Demetri closes the door behind him. He steps around me and sits on the closed toilet, his eyes never leaving me.
“If you plan to shower, I suggest you hurry.”
My arms cross, picking up the hem of his shirt, and I pull it over my head before I dump it on the floor beside my dirty feet. My attention goes to my once perfectly waxed pussy that’s now far from smooth.
Demetri clears his throat, and my eyes fly to his. “Do you need me to turn it on for you?”
My cheeks warm from embarrassment. Giving him my back, I lean into the shower, turning on the warm water. I’m suddenly aware of every imperfection I have and attempt to hold in my stomach and flex my butt muscles.
“I’ve seen every part of you, Katrina. No need to be shy.” I grind my molars as I step under the spray. His statement shouldn’t have sounded like some sexy challenge. My body needs to get with the times and remember that we hate this man. He is not nice. We deserve more.
I close the shower curtain and exhale a relieved breath as I turn my face up into the water. I welcome the freshness of it, as it already makes me feel better. When I dip my head back more, the water cascades over my front, and I hear the curtain being pulled open.
