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I put my hand to my mouth and my eyes widen at the amount of red on it. He gets up from his chair, and I crawl away from him until I can get back on my own two feet. I’m unstable on the stilettos he gave me and stumble away until I can use the wall to keep myself up.
“Do you truly want to find out what happens once you’re of no use to me anymore,” he tells me as he approaches.
I keep walking away, helping myself against the wall while I try to get my bearings again. I feel dizzy from the strength of his hit.
I must not have understood just how slow I was walking because he’s on me before I even realize. He grabs the back of my head, his fingers grasping at strands of hair.
“Viktor!” I screech as he drags me by my hair. The dress starts to slip off and I try to grab it and cover my boobs again.
It’s useless anyway because he bends me over the dining table, his hand still in my hair and stopping me from pushing back up.
He pulls up my skirt to my waist and presses two fingers against my entrance.
“Stop! Stop…”
“You used to get wet for me. What happened to you?”
“You just hit me,” I try to say as calmly as I can, but it comes out shaken anyway. If I calm him down, there’s still a chance to survive this. “I’m surprised and scared.”
His fingers leave my entrance for my clit. He rubs me softly, circling and sending a zap of electricity to my stomach.
“Wait…” I pant.
“I know your body, Rosalind. Being scared doesn’t stop you from getting wet.”
Pleasure pools between my legs despite me and makes my legs shake. “No,” I whimper. “Please, don’t make me come. Don’t…” My words are cut off by a moan.
“Why not? Because you only come for them now?”
I bite my bloody lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. My pants are getting heavier, but so is the sickness in my stomach. I don’t want to come for him. I don’t know how I could, but my body is refusing to listen.
I’ve never hated Viktor Volkov as much as I do now.
He’s turning me against myself.
“I don’t want to come,” I whimper as he puts more pressure on my clit. “I’mbegging you.”
“And I do love it.”
I’m seconds away from exploding when the doors to the dining room burst open. I can’t see anything from my position, facing the opposite wall and being held down by Viktor.
“Sir!” someone shouts. “There’s been a breach. We need you to get to safety right no—”
A loud bang cuts him off and I hear the guard’s body slumping to the floor. Presumably dead.
“Oh, hello, Viktor. I believe you’re holding something of mine.”
My heart explodes from relief.
That voice.
Sweet as honey.
Lethal as poison.
I would recognize it among a million.
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