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I only need to swim a few strokes to reach the tender, which Abby stands on like a fortress she’s prepared to defend. She grabs a pole used to fish things out of the water and wields it like a weapon as she moves to the far side of the boat. I arrive at the back of it and pull the ladder down so I can board. I’m out of the water seconds later, dripping wet, and it’s not lost on me that she’s looking me up and down while I push wet hair back off my forehead.
“Put that down, Abby. Come on. Let’s get back to the yacht for lunch. Karol has made a very nice shrimp salad.”
But she’s having none of it. I approach her and she takes a swing with the pole. Even if she manages to hit me, it won’t do a thing. In fact, it’s all I can do to not laugh out loud. I’m a jerk but not that big of a jerk. But I smirk. There’s no avoiding that.
“What’s so funny?” she screams.
Busted.
“Youare, darling. Has anyone ever told you how hot you are when you are mad?”
This makes her falter. I suspect she doesn’t get many compliments. Which is a shame. She really is quite lovely, and Bogdan did alert us to how suitably she responded to him when they were alone in his bed.
“Zolotse,”I say, “you are not going anywhere. So, let’s just return to the ship.”
I approach her slowly so as not to scare her, although I’m really not sure why. If she’s afraid, she’ll just have to get over it. And as I get nearer, her shoulders relax until they’re slumping.
She has surrendered.
“Sit down,” I say, taking the pole from her and returning it to its place. I start the tender and direct it back to the yacht. One of the crew is waiting there, so I throw him the line.
“Was it worth it, Abby?” I ask, helping her aboard. I shouldn’t be a shit, but I’m in the mood to taunt. Just a little.
“Fuck off,” she spits, yanking her arm out of my hand.
She’s mad. I can’t blame her. But she needs to accept her situation. And I plan to help her do just that.
“Abby, do you think you can behave like a grownup and have lunch with us, or do I need to take you to your room to punish you?”
Stiffening, she narrows her eyes at me. “You wouldn’t dare.”
So predictable.
I lunge for her before she can react and I throw her over my shoulder. She screams and wriggles, reaching for something, anything, to keep me from carrying her off, but I’m moving too fast for her to get ahold of anything.
I’m trying to keep my cool, but her thrashing and screaming starts to piss me the fuck off. She’s already kicked me in the mouth, and I can taste the blood from my bottom lip.
When we get to my room, I lock the door. She looks around like a caged animal, but I suspect she knows she can’t get out. “You have been a bad girl, Abby,” I say, moving toward her while she’s backing away.
Goddamn, I love this shit.
“Wh… what do you want with me? What did I do? Why am I here? Why are you doing this to me?”
She really is as naïve as she acts. Fuck all.
“Please let me go, Ilya,” she says, her voice cracking. “I did nothing to deserve this.”
She has a point. But that point has no impact on her situation.
I wave away her concerns. “Take down your pants.”
Her mouth drops open. Of course, she’s not going to make this easy. Which, is exactly why I want to do what I’m about to.
She backs into the wall. “Wh… what?” she asks.
“Bad girls get punished. Now you can take down your pants and bend over, or I can call Bogi and Fedor in here and they can do it for you.”
I stand so close I can feel her warm breath. “Do it,” I say in a whisper.
