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I release her. She grabs her throat.
“You're here only because I allowed it, and I can take it away just as easily. Clean up this mess.” Adalina scoffs. “Do not defy me or I will give you a spanking until your ass is bright red.” One of my many kinks.
I can’t help but notice Adalina clenching her thighs together. Fuck! She must be as aroused as I am.
“If you continue to give me attitude you will locked up in the cell in the basement for the rest of your stay here.”
I turn and walk out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I am going to enjoy this firey young woman who has the audacity to challenge me at every turn.
Chapter 18
Adalina
The following evening…
I sleep for most of the day, cocooned in the soft sheets of the four-poster bed. For a moment, I feel like royalty, living in my own private palace. But then reality hits me hard, reminding me that I am a captive in this opulent prison. Every now and then, I hear faint rustling sounds and footsteps outside my bedroom door, signaling that someone is coming and going, but I pretend to be sleeping. As I sit up against the plush headboard, I notice the curtains have been partially drawn, allowing a soft stream of sunlight to illuminate the room. There is a tray of snacks on the coffee table in the sitting area, probably left by Osip. The thought of eating anything makes me feel nauseous.
I look down at my beige sports bra and leggings, realizing I have been wearing them for what feels like days. I can't remember the last time I took a shower or changed my clothes. Maybe two or three days ago? I am so tired that it is hard to keep track of time. The reality of my situation begins to sink in, and I feel a sense of hopelessness washing over me. I am being held captive by a man I despise, fear, and yet still feel drawn to. It is a sick and twisted feeling that makes me want to curl up into a ball and never leave this room.
I can't help but be drawn to Nikolai. His strength, power, and undeniable charisma make my heart race, despite my best efforts to resist. I almost melt whenever he looks at me. When he speaks of punishing me, it arouses me to the point where I clench my thighs together. Even his voice sends shivers down my spine. I feel alive in his presence, experiencing a level of intensity I've never felt before.
I sigh, knowing that my feelings for Nikolai will only torment me. He doesn't share the same emotions towards me. He will never feel the same way about me. He is a sociopath. He feels nothing.
Getting out of bed, I make my way to the flat-screen TV, hoping to find out the time. It's almost 6:00 p.m., which means dinner will be served in the dining room at 8:00 p.m. I need to start getting ready soon. The room feels suffocating, and I long to escape.
Stepping into the walk-in closet, I'm pleasantly surprised to find it filled with brand new designer clothes in my size. It's like being in a luxury boutique. Despite Tatyana's unpleasantness, she has chosen the clothes well. I select a black silk knee-length dress that will hug my curves perfectly. In a shoebox, I find a pair of black stiletto heels. As I rummage through the drawers, I discover lacy bras and panties that will complete my outfit.
Eagerly, I enter the luxurious bathroom, clothes in hand. I take a moment to appreciate the intricate tile work and the large, inviting tub in the center of the room. Turning on the water, I hope that my ankle monitor is waterproof. As the tub fills, I pour in a generous amount of sweet-smelling bubble bath, the delightful scent filling the space.
Quickly stripping down, I step into the warm water, finding it inviting and comforting. Grabbing shampoo, body wash, and a washcloth, I begin to clean myself. I rinse my hair over the faucet before the tub is full, enjoying the sensation of clean, soap less water on my scalp. This bath is a much-needed escape from my captivity, and I feel a renewed sense of energy slowly returning to me.
After relaxing in the bath, I wrap myself in a fluffy white towel and make my way to the vanity. I discover a drawer filled with makeup and proceed to apply powder, blush, eyeshadow, lipstick, and mascara. As I dress in the new lacy underwear and slip into the black silk dress, a sense of excitement fills me. I style my hair, letting the waves cascade over my shoulders, and step into the elegant black stilettos. Though I feel miserable inside, I have to admit, I look damn good on the outside. Perhaps Nikolai will notice.
Feeling hunger gnawing at me, I decide to head down to the dining room earlier than scheduled. Perhaps I can take a brief tour of the compound on my own. I'm relieved to find that my door is unlocked. The silent bodyguard in the hall accompanies me everywhere.
As I explore, I come across a gym and workout room on the second floor. On the first floor, there is a library filled with various books. The hallways are decorated with paintings and sculptures. There is also an indoor pool located in the basement.
As I enter the dining room, I am struck by the grandeur of the place. The high ceiling is adorned with a magnificent chandelier, and the walls are decorated with intricate patterns and paintings. The long, polished wooden table is set with the finest silverware, crystal glasses, and linen napkins. A large fireplace is roaring at one end of the room, casting a warm glow. The chairs are cushioned with velvet and look extremely comfortable.
I take a seat at the grand wooden table, receiving polite nods from Osip and Nona as I settle in. Five place settings catch my attention along the long table.
"Mr. Fedorov, Misha, Tatyana, and Maxim will be joining you for dinner, Miss Adalina. May I get you something to drink?" Osip asks me.
Feeling a bit uneasy about dining with Nikolai's associates, I hesitate for a moment. "Water will be fine, Osip. Thank you."
Nikolai strides into the formal dining room, dressed in a perfectly tailored silk suit that accentuates his fit physique. He is engrossed in his phone and doesn’t acknowledge me, but I can’t help but stare at him. It is almost criminal for one man to be so devastatingly handsome. Even Misha, his right-hand man, is stunning, but Nikolai has a jawline that could cut glass, dark wavy hair, piercing blue eyes, a bit of scruff on his chin, and he towers over everyone else in the room. I can’t help but wonder why the Bratva has such good-looking men. A stark contrast to the mobsters in New York, who tend to look like thugs. The only exception are the Vincenzo brothers from the Chicago Outfit, who look like they belong in a GQ magazine. Mario, on the other hand, is far from attractive.
Following Nikolai, Tatyana, Misha, and Maxim enter the dining room.
Nikolai takes his place at the head of the table, his demeanor remaining unreadable. Tatyana positions herself on Nikolai's left, wearing a figure-hugging red dress that accentuates her curves. Misha swiftly takes the chair next to mine, while Maxim frowns and settles next to Tatyana.
Surrounded by Nikolai's loyal associates, Misha, Maxim, and Tatyana, I feel a sense of nervousness. Given Tatyana's previous hostility, I’m not sure how this dinner will go.
As I watch Nikolai and Tatyana interact, I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. I know I have no right to feel this way, but the way Tatyana looks at him, it’s as if she wants to devour him. It makes me wonder if they’ve have something going on between them. Are they fuck buddies? The thought of it is sickening.
I can feel Maxim’s eyes on me, and I shift uncomfortably in my seat.
Tatyana is engrossed in pulling her dress down, so the tops of her breasts and plenty of cleavage are showing. Slut.
