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She clutches the clothes in her hands, her eyes narrowed to slits. “I’ve screamed multiple times. Why hasn’t anyone come to help me? At least tell me what you did to my family.”
“They can’t help you.” I quirk an eyebrow at her. “And if you want to see them alive one last time, you’ll stop giving me such a hard time. Because, like I’ve told you already, I have no issue with killing every last one of them and making you watch me do it.”
“You’re a sick bastard.”
“You have no idea what a sick bastard I can be,” I growl. “But you’ll find out very quickly if you don’t put on these clothes now.”
She drops the sheet and yanks on the shorts while I watch, spinning my gun around my finger.
My cell phone buzzes as she pulls on a T-shirt. I grab it out of my pocket with my free hand and roll my eyes at the incoming text.
Do you have her yet? What the fuck is taking so long?
I shake the phone, fighting the temptation to hurl it against the mirror and watch it shatter.
My asshole brother.
The corners of my lips lift. Fuck him if he thinks I’m gonna deliver Natasha like a bag of groceries to his front stoop. If he wants her, he’s gonna have to come and get her.
I’ve claimed the prize. And possession is nine-tenths of the law last time I checked.
If you want something done your way, then fucking do it yourself.
I know I’m just adding gas to the flames with that reply, but at this point, I’m fed up with being ordered around.
I stick the phone back in my pocket.
The anger rippling through me is replaced with something far more carnal as I rake my gaze over Natasha. A loose-fitting T-shirt hangs off of one shoulder, the front tucked into a pair of the tiniest frayed cutoff shorts I’ve ever seen.
And those legs of hers go on for days. Long, lean, and tanned. Christ, I’d love to feel them locked tight around me as I drive my cock deep inside of her.
I tug at my hair, using the sharp pain as a way to distract myself from the fantasies looping through my mind. My eyes drop to the firm globes of her ass peeking out from the bottom of the shorts. I grit my teeth, wanting so badly to sink my fingers deep into her flesh before I bring my hand down on that bare skin, the sting of my palm making her quiver and quake.
Because she deserves to be punished. Over and over and over again.
My lips twist into a grimace. Dima doesn’t deserve her. He wouldn’t know how to tame her, and Natasha is like a wild stallion who needs discipline. He’d ignore her smart mouth, not force his cock down her throat to silence it.
Fuck Dima. And fuck her, too. I hate her, and I need to remember that, dammit. No matter how badly I want to break her, to own her, to make her beg me for my cock.
I clench my fists, my dick jerking as she starts to bend over the pile of clothes and shoes. For all I know, she’s looking for something to put on her feet. But I’m not taking any chances. I grab her, pulling her against me.
“I’m not blind or stupid,” I hiss. My cock jerks, stretching against my jeans. Her eyes widen when her thigh presses into me. She wiggles in my grasp, rubbing against me. The blood from my brain heads straight for my cock. I clutch her hips tight, my balls aching with need. Fuck, let her struggle all she wants. I can do this all night.
Natasha twists suddenly and her hand juts out to grab something from the dresser. A sharp point tears through the front of my shirt and sears my skin on contact.
“You’re gonna have to kill me if you want to kidnap me, you asshole.” She swings her hand out again with the pen she grabbed, but I catch it this time. The pile of clothes bunches around my ankles. I lose my balance and fall forward into the laundry. Natasha sidesteps me and runs to the bedroom door. She pulls it open and disappears before I can stagger to my feet. I run out the door and grab her arm, pulling her backward before she can make it down the stairs. She falls to the floor with a loud grunt, and I climb on top of her, pinning her arms to her sides.
“That can definitely be arranged. Don’t make a stupid move like that again.”
She tries in vain to drive her knee into my groin, fighting harder than I expected her to. Good. I like that she’s got some fight in her. I can take advantage of that later.
But now I need to get her the hell out of here. The next stage of the plan can’t begin until I’ve yanked her from this safe little bubble of protection and thrust her into a kind of hell she’s never imagined.
One where she will learn how to live with loss just like I did.
It’s time to show the world just how maniacal and shrewd the Malikov family can be when push comes to shove.
Tonight marks the end of your reign, Ivan.
Some sacrifices must be made in the name of revenge.
