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Adalina is furious and is working herself up into a tantrum. Her face is flushed like we just fucked and she came.
Adalina is seething with anger, and her frustration is reaching a boiling point. Her face is flushed, her emotions evident, as if we had just fucked and she came.
I smirk. I stand up from my desk and walk around it until I am standing face to face with her. I tower over her, and I can see a flash of fear in her eyes. I am intimidating. I am powerful and I won’t be spoken to like that.
"Is that so?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous. "You seem to have forgotten that you're here because I kidnapped you. You're mine to do with as I please."
Adalina's eyes narrow, and she takes several steps back, but I follow her, backing her up against the wall. Our bodies are inches apart, and I can feel the heat radiating off of her.
"Let me make one thing clear," I say, my voice a low growl. "You are not leaving here until I say so. And if you continue to defy me, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
“I am not a puppet, Nikolai. You can’t use me like this. I won’t let you,” Adalina continues, her voice shaking with anger and fear.
I watch as Adalina's anger simmers, her chest heaving with fury. I can almost taste her anger. And is that arousal I feel coming off of her? Fuck! She looks so hot right now. She is on the brink of losing control. I hope she fucking slaps me again.
“What you want doesn't matter. Now get out.” I command.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asks, desperation lacing her voice.
"I need the Outfit to do my bidding. As soon as I get what I want, I will let you go."
Adalina's eyes narrow. "When?"
"I don't know," I respond, my voice cold and dismissive. "Get out. I have work to do."
“Why did you lie to me Nikolai? Why did you make love to me?”
“You mean the night I fucked you and popped your cherry?” I smirk. “I was playing a role, pretending to be a nice guy, your knight in shining armor so you would fuck me. I used you in order to get revenge on Alfonso. Your fiancé and his men to attacked me at the Bratva club Velvet Handcuffs. I was hoping he was meeting you in that bar that night. When you told me he wasn’t meeting you I had to change my plans. What better way to punish your fiancé than by getting to you first and taking your virginity.”
Adalina glares at me with a mixture of defiance and frustration. Her arms cross tightly over her chest, emphasizing the curve of her breasts that strain against the fabric of her tight sweater. I can't help but feel a surge of desire, imagining those tits bouncing as I fuck her hard bent over my desk. But I quickly push that thought away. I can't let myself get too caught up in my lust for her. Not part of my plan, even though she has perfect body to use and satisfy me.
“I don’t want to be here!” She screams.
“This isn’t about what you want, it is about what I want.” I respond calmly. "You're here because I need you here. You hold significant leverage against the Outfit."
Adalina's face contorts into a scowl. "I have nothing to do with them."
"That's where you're mistaken," I counter. "Your family has connections to the Outfit, and you were intended to marry Alfonso to solidify that alliance. However, now you will help me in reclaiming what is rightfully mine."
"I refuse!" she snaps. "I won't allow myself to be used as a weapon!"
I roll my eyes dismissively. "You're not being used as a weapon; you're simply a bargaining chip. And believe me, I'm treating you far better than most others in my position would. You have a comfortable room, ample amenities, and I have no intention of causing you harm. You could be far worse off!"
Adalina lets out an exasperated sigh. "So, I'm supposed to spend my days idling away, waiting for you to exploit me in order to achieve your goals with the Outfit?"
"You could read a book," I suggest with a smirk. "Or hit the gym. Or go for a swim. The compound has plenty of things to keep you occupied."
"I hate you!," she screams. “Ugh!” She puts her delicate hands on my chest and tries to push me. I feel a jolt of electricity run through me. I grab her wrists. I want to grab her by the throat and crash my lips into her for a kiss. My cock is hard. This woman must have magic pussy because I am always hard around her. But I can’t give in to my lust. I let go of her wrists and push her away from me.
"Behave," I say sternly. "No more violence, or you'll go back in the cell in the basement."
"I want to call my sister and let her know I'm alright," she pleads.
"No. I'm sure your father has told her that you're fine for the moment."
She glares at me, a mixture of anger and frustration evident in her eyes.
"I see you're anxious to marry your fiancé, Alfonso. Is your eagerness to marry him driving your desire to leave so soon?" I smirk.
