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My mouth parts, and I half laugh in disbelief. But when I see that he’s serious, I blanch. “Excuse me?”
“You talk out of line…I punish you.”
“Wha—”
“You try to escape again…I punish you,” he says, interrupting me to prove my point. “We clear?”
“Where are we going?”
He inhales through his nose, clearly annoyed I’m not acknowledging his ground rules. “I said, are…we…clear?” His pause between each word is a warning.
“Very,” I snarl, glaring at him.
“Good. You will no longer address me by my name. From now on, it’s ??????.”
I have no idea what that word means, but it’s no doubt Russian as it rolls freely off Saint’s tongue. He can’t be serious. But when he taps his boot against the floor, awaiting my response, I cave. “Fine.”
He clears his throat while it takes all my willpower to yield. “Yes…??????.” I don’t know what I just called him since my pronunciation is horrible, but he nods once.
Victorious, he stands. I want to cut out my tongue. “Good. You behave; I reward you. You don’t; I punish you.”
But it’s not that simple. “What happened to my husband?” I ask quickly, afraid he’s going to leave me down here for another two days.
“Forget him,” he snaps, surprising me.
The ring on my finger burns in defiance because I will do no such thing. “He will be looking for me.”
“Don’t hold your breath.” I open my mouth, intent on arguing, but Saint hints this conversation is done. “I’m going to uncuff you, and then you’re going to take a shower.”
That sounds like heaven, but what’s the catch?
He reads my suspicion instantly. “This is your reward for listening. Would you like to take a shower?”
He waits patiently while I grind my teeth. “Yes.” When he folds his arms across his chest, I add, “??????.”
I may as well have told him to go fuck himself, but he seems pleased.
He loops the chain out from under his shirt and eyes me closely as he bends low to unlock my cuff. We lock gazes, and I can’t keep the contempt from mine while he can’t mask the triumph in his. The moment I’m free, I rub my wrist, which is red and raw. The skin is grazed and swollen.
He walks over to a white waterproof box in the corner and opens it, revealing a stack of clothes inside. They are clearly for me. When I see a white bra and matching underwear on top of what looks like a yellow sundress, I sigh in relief.
He offers it to me while I purse my lips with my head tilted to the side. I can’t help but feel this comes with strings attached. However, the need to shower wins out, and I stand wearily as I haven’t used my legs for two days.
I stagger forward, the sting in my ass reminding me of what transpired between Saint and me. My cheeks flourish a deep crimson, but I snatch the clothes from his hand and await further instruction. He hums low, satisfied by my submission.
“Here.” He opens the box once again, and I almost cry in happiness when he produces a toiletry bag filled with shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, and everything else a girl who hasn’t had a proper shower in four days would need.
“Thank you.” It comes naturally, but Saint nods once.
Now the kicker.
There is no way I’m undressing with him in here. When I stand firm, he knows it.
“Cut the innocent act. Undress now.”
His judgment of me pisses me off, and I come apart. “It’s not an act,” I state defensively. When those green eyes widen, I arch a defying brow. “Where I’m from, saving yourself for marriage isn’t a crime. Stop looking at me like that.”
It’s not like I haven’t heard it before, but it still riles me up. It’s no one’s business but my own.
