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“Good,” he says before turning to leave. “I'll see you later, Vasilisa.”
As he closes the door behind him, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. I hear the locks on the other side, but for the first time since I’ve arrived at this estate, I feel like there might be a way out—a way to escape this nightmare and return to my old life. But it won't be easy, and I'll have to be careful. I can't let Kai find out what Shane and I are planning. I'll have to be patient and wait for Shane to make his move. But for now, I have a tray of food in front of me, and I'm starving. As I dig into the bacon, eggs, and toast, I can't help but feel grateful for his unexpected visit. Maybe there's hope for me yet, and maybe I won't have to marry Kai after all.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Vasilisa
Shane’s secret visit to my room was a huge mistake. I didn’t know he left his post to talk to me. Samuel escorted me to Kai’s office a few minutes ago. I had been summoned. I was surprised to see six of his security men standing around the room while a pissed-off Kai went off on a tangent. I only recognize Shane and Liam. I don’t know the names of the others. From the yelling I walked in on, Shane was reported by one of the other men to be missing from the front of the estate. Kai reviewed the camera footage, showing him entering my room with a tray of food, but Shane managed to erase our discussion behind my closed door. I didn’t even know cameras were in my room, but I should have figured. Good thing the conversation between Andie and I was nothing that could get her into trouble. What could have simply been explained away as him just volunteering to bring breakfast to check on me now looks even more suspicious. It appears more happened than just talking, especially after Kai’s warning yesterday. Suddenly, his verbal lashings are directed at me.
“Is this all a game to you? I warned you yesterday, and you didn’t listen.” Kai snarls. “You think flirting with my security is going to make me jealous? Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?”
“I don't belong to anyone ... not yet anyway. You haven't put a ring on my finger yet, so until our wedding day, my father still has time to come to his senses—to find me another suitor,” I spit. Someone Russian would be ideal, but I keep that afterthought to myself.
“Oh, that's what you've been hoping for?” He laughs. “You became mine to own the moment your father shook my hand. If he were to attempt to back out of our deal after I've already committed to this, he'd pay with his life.”
My mouth goes slack. The venom in his voice leaves no doubt as to whether he is serious. I can feel that last grain of hope I’ve been holding on to slip through my fingers. “You're evil. How could anyone ever want to be with you? You haven't given me a single goddamn reason to even try.”
“Good thing I don't care about giving you a reason. Who do you belong to, Vasilisa? Did you fuck Shane? Was that why he snuck into your room? Did you suck his cock? Is that why he tried to erase a segment of the footage before returning to his post?”
“Fuck you!” His accusations are wildly uncalled for.
He shakes his index finger at me as he tsks my response. “I think my men need a demonstration just to make sure there is no question to anyone in this fucking room about who you fucking belong to.”
He stalks toward me until we are face-to-face, the tension in his breath all-consuming. He unzips his jeans, and my eyes shift downward. His already hardened cock springs free, jutting up toward his navel. He gives it a few strokes, and I can’t look away. I can’t believe he just pulled out his dick in a room filled with his security.
“Get on your goddamn knees,” he instructs. “Show my men who you belong to.”
“I’m not sucking your dick,” I retort. “You’re fucking crazy.”
“It’s time you learn some fucking manners. Either get on your knees and suck my cock like my personal slut or watch me kill the guard that betrayed me by trying to fuck you behind my back … and that’s if he didn’t already succeed.”
“You wouldn’t,” I reply, uncertain.
“Would you like to bet his life on it? I don’t bluff, sweetheart.”
I look between the guys standing to the side of us. My adrenaline surges. Suddenly, my plan to get underneath his skin or trying to escape by involving someone else doesn't seem like the brightest idea. I don't think he'd kill me, but I can't say the same for Shane. Reluctantly, I drop to my knees, feeling the weight of this déjà vu. My heart races as I wipe my hands on the cotton of my joggers.
“Who do you belong to?” he hisses.
“You,” I mutter, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from saying something that will cost Shane his life. My gaze is glued to the floor. I can't look him in the eyes.
“Say it again,” he demands. “I couldn't hear you. My men couldn't hear you.”
“I belong to you,” I choke out.
“And this is how you show it?”
“I’m sorry,” I say, hoping he won't actually make me go through with this. I opt for a bit of honesty. “I was trying to make you jealous, but it was stupid,” I say.
“Too late for apologies, princess. You're going to learn that you can't unring the fucking bell once you ring that fucker, so your every move needs to be that of absolute certainty. Now open your mouth and do what I know you’ve been dying to do.”
I know better than to argue with him. Last night in the limo taught me that as well as this office and his playroom. The conviction in his eyes warns that we're well past bargaining or mercy. I part my lips and he shoves his cock inside my mouth causing me to gag. I try to pull back, but he holds my head in place as he shoves his cock deeper. I try to stop gagging as tears fill my eyes.
“You're really doing bad at this,” he remarks. “One would think this is the first time you've ever sucked cock, but you and I both know better. Suck my cock like you did in my playroom. Suck me like Shane’s life depends on it.”
“Okay,” I say, never taking my mouth from around his dick.
His words are callous and harsh, so why does my pussy throb? Was he right about me? Am I just as fucked up as him? The audience alone should be intimidating, but instead, it spurs me on. The attention makes me want to succeed in making him come—not because he deserves a blow job from me, but because now I have something to prove. He wanted to shame me in front of his men, degrade me like he did in the limo, but I currently hold the power to make him come undone. I take him deeper while stroking him with my hand simultaneously. A groan slips past his lips, and I'm unable to refrain from the smile that forms on my lips.
