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The scene of her touching herself in front of the mirror gave me a few insights on how to make the torture more effective. And I had a long list.
“Sit.” I pointed to the couch.
Marinka didn’t move. Instead, she kept fidgeting with her sweatshirt, making me doubt for the briefest moment if she heard me. But I was certain I was audible enough.
“I. Said. Sit,” I growled. That did it. She flinched, her face jerking up to meet my eyes. Her resolve broke and she started walking. Her strides were slow, as though it took everything in her to push her body forward. Maybe she was hungry. Actually, she looked pale.
“Have you eaten?” I asked, annoyed that she was acting so timid. After the yacht incident, I was positive she had fire inside. So why did she act so … helpless? The last thing I needed was to treat an eating disorder. This line of work required one to be physically and mentally strong as we didn’t exactly have time for therapy. I made a mental note to instruct one of the bodyguards to ensure she was well fed.
My question was welcomed with silence, as if the whole of Chicago didn’t just hear me. Her eyes downcast, she was massaging her knuckles. After a few seconds, she opened her palm to free her fingers from the fist and I almost laughed at their unsightly state. The nails were badly bitten and the tips were bloated.
“I’ll rephrase,” I said impatiently. “What do you want for dinner?”
She looked up at me then, chin held high in defiance. “Maybe your head on a platter.”
That’s my girl … but now you’ve played right into my hands.
I had no choice but to punish her for her foolish games. She was not making things easy for herself.
I needed to yank her right of her shell, with a jolt of pure electricity.
I signalled at Marco.
“Yes, sir.”
“Get us some entertainment,” I said, without breaking my stare. “It might help to lighten the mood in the room.”
“Yes, sir,” Marco said. “Excuse me.”
Marinka’s gaze strayed to me, a strange and confused expression crossing her face. The most emotion I’d seen in her in a while. The sides of her mouth twitched and there was more life in her eyes. She didn’t fucking know what kind of entertainment I was referring to and how much I wanted her squirming. She was so fucking naïve—and I was going to take full advantage of that.
I wanted to see her fight through her sexual hunger. After watching her, I knew she had sizzling red blood coursing through her veins. Indifference didn’t become her—itwasn’ther. The more she resisted, the harder it would get.
She’d be a wildcat, feral and wanton, given the chance.
IfIgave her the chance. At some point, I imagined tying her up so her fingers wouldn’t find themselves in her panties.
I smirked and looked away. But I didn’t have to wait for long. A few minutes later, Marco reappeared with a dark-haired woman. She was beautiful and bosomy and her jeans shorts exposed long, tantalizing legs. Most importantly, there wasn’t an ounce of innocence in her.
She would do to take care of the raging hard-on Marinka had caused with her shenanigans.
Also, I resented how Marinka stirred so much want in me. She didn’t deserve it.
She meant nothing, and I would show her.
“Perfect,” I commented as my gaze glided up and down her tall frame. One of the things that made Marco an efficient bodyguard was how accurately he predicted my type. My women had to be fit and at the same time, have some meat on them. In the right places, of course. “What’s your name, dear?”
“Mia,” she purred and dipped a finger in her mouth to claw the piece of gum before rolling it along the tip. Her chest rose and her free hand massaged her breasts in a slow, seductive rhythm. She wasn’t wearing a bra so her ripening peaks protruded through the material of her tank top like thorns. The sight made my dick throb.
“Nice name.” I smiled and unfastened my belt, then proceeded to lower my trousers, following with my boxers. My cock pointed at her thin mouth that now parted with awe. “Suck my dick, Mia. Suck it like your life depends on it. And you, Marinka, watch. If you take your eyes off me, I’m going to punish you later.”
Mia thrust out her tongue and sensuously wet her lips. Then, like a predator approaching its prey, she got on all fours and crawled to me. Fitting herself between my thighs, she studied my cock for a moment as though it was the Holy Grail. Not that I could blame her. I was well-endowed.
Her mouth made a small O as she lunged at me. Immediately, a velvet heat engulfed me and more blood rushed to my already hard dick, causing it to press more firmly against her moist walls. Damn, Mia was experienced.
Soft hands gripped the base and started to move up and down my length, sending sparks to my spine. She alternated this with teasing maneuvers of her tongue. Gently, she swiped it around my tender rim in small licks, savoring the taste of precum. She looked like she was enjoying fucking me with her mouth.
It wasn’t enough. I wanted to get off as quickly as possible so I fisted her hair and gave it a pull, not caring if I yanked the strands from her scalp.
