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Nikolai shoves the gear selector into Park so hard that I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter in his powerful hand. The entire car falls silent, and for several long seconds, nothing happens. Everyone is still, awaiting Nikolai’s next move.
Finally, he nods to Jasha, the doors come open, and we enter the Bratva’s mansion.
4
Nikolai
Jasha knows not to bother me as he hauls the duffle bag full of P50 down the hallway, finally leaving me alone with Dream. He’s probably just excited to have someone new in the house to talk to, but his inability to keep his mouth shut is getting on my nerves. I need to find out what this woman’s deal is before revealing too much about our motives.
I keep a firm grip on Dream’s arm as I lead her down the hall to one of the many unoccupied rooms in the house.
When Jasha and I inherited this house from our father, we assumed we’d fill the rooms easily – big beds for all our guests, pool tables, hot tubs, a couple of libraries. Unfortunately, we’ve had little time to do anything but work since we moved in, and it’s almost a bit embarrassing as I pull Dream into one of the rooms and she realizes it’s totally empty. Not a single piece of torture equipment in sight.
No worries. She’ll soon discover that I don’t need whips and cuffs to intimidate her. I’m fully capable of doing that with nothing but my body.
I push her into the center of the room, and she stumbles as she finds her footing on the dusty wooden floor. I stand in front of the door, my arms crossed across my chest as I gauge her reaction.
She’s terrified, but it’s not the kind of terror a Cartel member would be feeling right now. They’d know they were about to experience pain like no other. Dream just looks like she fears being yelled at.
I allow an oppressive silence to settle into the room, one that I only break when she opens her mouth to make more excuses for herself.
“Take off your clothes,” I demand.
She frowns, folding her arms over her chest and taking a step back. “I’m not hiding anything.”
“Then you wouldn’t have an issue showing me,” I reply, my eyes sweeping over her body. I doubt she’d have anything dangerous on her, but the phone call attempt was enough to make me more thorough.
She relents a little, letting her arms down but making a face like I’ve annoyed her.
Oh, my dear, I’m going to do much more than that if you don’t start respecting my authority.
I step toward her, flicking my finger at her t-shirt. “Take that off.”
She obeys quickly but clenches her jaw to maintain her defiant look as she peels her t-shirt off over her head. She tosses it to the floor, pursing her lips as my eyes explore her newly uncovered skin.
She’s not wearing a bra, and her nipples grow hard the moment I look at them. I can see the goosebumps forming on her skin, and I suspect she likes this more than she’s letting on.
The body doesn’t lie. I bet she’s soaking wet just as much as she’s burning hot with rage and embarrassment right now. It’s a shame that she hates me so much. In another life, I’d be buying her purses and having her drain my balls daily.
Regardless, she’s undeniably beautiful, and I find myself believing her story just because of that. A Cartel whore wouldn’t be this attractive, and certainly not in the natural, effortless way that Dream is. She’s too good for this world, and obviously doesn’t belong here.
Not with men who would steal her from a world of rules and safety.
Men who would feel no guilt for tarnishing her purity.
Men like…
Me.
“Are you done staring at my tits?” she asks, and I find myself having to tear my eyes away from her to form a coherent sentence.
“You’re a feisty one,” I grumble.
“And you’re a horrible person,” she retorts.
I take a step toward her, long and intentional, and she immediately falls silent. It seems she’s only confident in short bursts, when she somehow thinks she has the upper hand and can get away with talking down to me.
Well, she’ll learn something very quickly here in the Bratva.
