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He flicks it open, the silvery blade gleaming in the lamplight. “Oh, we’re going to havesuchfun,malen’kiy.But I should warn you–I don’t like being lied to. It makes me angry. And making me angry, as you found out not so long ago, has consequences.”
His fingers lazily brush along the length of his cock again as he rises up on his knees, leaning over me with the hand that’s holding the knife outstretched. He presses the tip against the very base of my throat, in the hollow of my collarbone, a slow smile spreading across his face.
I thought I’d known fear–before this, tonight, seconds ago. In this moment, with the sharp point digging into my flesh, poised to cut me open like a still-living cadaver, I know that I’ve never, ever known what it means to be truly afraid.
“I showed you what it means to lie to me, to disobey me.” His tongue runs over his lips, his hand moving a little faster on his cock with the memory of that night, when I’d appeared on his doorstep for help and instead found myself pinned against his front door, his tongue in my ass as he’d made me beg to come despite my furious threats and refusals. When he’d humiliated me beyond anything I’d ever experienced–and made me come harder than I ever had in my life.
“But next time–” he drags the tip of the knife downwards, pressing down a little, not hard enough to break my skin, but enough for me to feel it. “Next time, it might not be so pleasurable. I have you where I want you now,malen’kiy. You cannot escape, you cannot run. So I can draw a little blood, if I wish.”
I feel my heart leap into my throat as he drags the blade down between my cleavage, pausing, and with one sudden movement, his hand sweeps to one side, beneath the curve of one breast.
I scream. I can’t help it. I have a vision of my flesh opening, blood pouring down the pale expanse of my ribs and belly, pooling in my navel, as the knife digs in. The sound comes out guttural and horrid, and Mikhail starts to laugh, shuddering over me as his hand stops stroking his cock for a moment.
When he’s gotten control of himself again, his blue eyes flick upwards, holding my gaze. “I can’t decide,” he says slowly, as the tip of the knife presses into the soft flesh of my breast, dragging upwards to my nipple, “what turns me on more. The sound of your moans–or the sound of your screams.”
I can feel myself starting to shake, and I try to stop it, to control the fear, terrified now of moving at all with the knife pushing into my skin. His hand is sliding over his hard, straining length again, as he circles my nipple with the knife, pricking the very tip of it sharply enough to make me gasp and strain against the cuffs again as he pulls back.
“God, you are fuckingexquisite,” he breathes, the knife pressed just above my ribs. His hand moves a little faster, his words thickening as his arousal intensifies. “So hungry for what you don’t even understand–how much pleasure pain could give you.” He tips his head back, his eyes rolling back as his hand spasms around his cock, the knife pressing down harder against my flesh. “I’m going to enjoy teaching you,watchingyou give in to your desires, before I finish this for good.”
I stare up at him in mute horror as he shakes his head, his entire body shuddering as if to regain control, his hand slowing again, back to the lazy, edging strokes. He draws the knife down further, down the flat, shallow expanse of my belly, the tip of his tongue tracing the edge of his lower lip.
“I don’t understand what you want with me,” I whisper, trying to keep myself very still. “I never met you before you came to the club. I don’t know who you are beyond that. I’ve never done anything to you–”
Mikhail chuckles, the tip of the knife tracing around my navel, hooking just inside, and I have to bite back another scream as he tugs on my flesh ever so slightly. “Oh, but you have,malen’kiy.You just don’t realize it yet.”
“I’ve given you everything I can–”
He shakes his head. “No–not everything. But I suppose I should tell you why I’m so certain that you’ve lied to me, that you’re the woman I’m looking for.”
The knife stays hooked in my navel, tugging ever so often as he speaks. “I really did wonder if I’d found the right woman. Even as much time as we spent together at first, I couldn’t be sure. And Ihadto be sure. I couldn’t make such a terrible mistake, to capture the wrong woman. So I tracked down someone who might know. A man who used to work for Adrian Drakos, in Santorini.”
I’d been wrong about how terrified I could be, yet again. It takes everything in me to keep my expression the same, not to show any recognition, how the mention of that name and that place shatters every last hope I had that there might be some strange misunderstanding here. I don’t know if I succeed, but he stays exactly as he is, still speaking as his cold gaze rests on mine.
“I drugged him, took him back to a place that I keep for just that sort of purpose. He tried to fight, of course. He tried tolieto me–”
The knife presses harder against my skin as he says the wordlie, and I grasp onto that, file it away for my own safety, the reminder that lying to Mikhail is something that needs to be done carefully, not recklessly.
“But I got the truth from him in the end.” A slow smile twitches at the corners of Mikhail’s mouth, chilling my blood. “He heard a final argument between you and Adrian, before you left. You only had a Russian passport, so it was the only place you could go. Back to Moscow, back to the place you’d fled.” He grins at me, a cold, knowing smile that makes me want to burst into tears with how cruel it is, how it seems to make it as if he can see down to my very soul. “Back to the place where you killed your father.”
The knife jerks out of my navel, and I tense, another cry slipping out of my mouth. I can’t help it. I look down, certain I’ll see my own blood, but there’s nothing there–and that terrifies me even more than the alternative, because it tells me a horrifying truth.
Mikhail is skilled enough at this sort of thing that he can manipulate a knife in such a way that he can hurt me without drawing blood–and if he wanted to, he could make me feel so much pain that I would forget there was ever anything else in the world.
He drags it lower, to the very top of my pubic bone, pressing down. “I understood, then, that the information I’d been given was correct, that every suspicion I had after meeting you was, in fact, correct. That the beautiful dancer who seemed so out of place, was–because she was a woman in hiding, trying to make enough money to flee in the one place that she thought no one would look for her, because Natalia Obelensky wouldneverhave so much asgoneinto a place like that, let alone worked there. And you camesoclose to success.”
He grins, tracing the tip of the knife down to just above my clit, as tears fill my eyes. “If it wasn’t for me, you would have gotten away with it, wouldn’t you? But then I found you. I saw through you. And now, Natalia–youaremine, and there’s nothing you can do but accept that.”
Fuck that.I swallow hard, clinging on to any last shreds of stubborn bravery that I can muster to fight back. I know that lying is a trigger point for him, that I have to tread carefully, and I have a moment of feeling utterly lost as to what to do next.
I don’t know whether to keep playing the game of pretending to be someone else, or to admit that he’s caught me, and throw myself on his mercy.
What kind of mercy does a man who masturbates while tormenting you at the point of a knife have? He has his plans for you already set. If you give in now, you’ll lose any chance of escape.
I let out a shuddering breath as the tip of the knife circles my clit, pricking the slick flesh lightly as he keeps tracing it along the outer folds of my pussy, his hand a steady rhythm on his cock now. He groans, a deep sound of pleasure, letting out a sigh as he runs the knife up the crease of my thigh.
“We’re going to have fun together, Natalia, before I’m finished with you. I promise you, tonight isn’t the last time I’ll make you come–or the last time you beg for it.”
I close my eyes, struggling to keep control of my panic. I still don’t understand what his purpose in all of this is–why he wants to keep me captive, hurt me, even–
