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“Why don't you have Blaire make you some lunch, c?pMaksim?” James comes up to us with artificial confidence. “I'll see to you.”
8
A week later
My eyes are heavy and my body is lethargic. I've not slept properly in two days. I've been studying to the ends of the earth on The Dark Web for a way to gain complete control of London's CCTV system because my hacking skills have proved useless. As I feared, there's no way, so I'm here at Maksim's house in his office to collect my punishment. Hopefully, if it's brutal, he'll knock me out cold and I won't feel anything
Hopefully.
“I can do only eleven minutes,c?pMaksim,” I confess, standing with my head down. “I'm really sorry.”
“Only eleven minutes?”
“Yes,” I whisper, glancing up at him.
He's slouched back in his chair, behind his desk, hands clasped together in his lap.
“I'm sorry,c?pMaksim.”
“Oh, I'm sure you are, my little pet.”
Dropping my gaze because I can't stand that half amused, half thwarted expression on his face, I kneel before his desk so he can hit me, squeezing my eyes shut to brace myself. He warned me last week that this punishment would be brutal. I'm horrified to think about what he's going to do. The worse thing he's ever done was brand my skin. I passed out on the dining room table, only to be woken up in a bathtub full of freezing cold water.
The cold water hurt more than when he burnt me, bizarrely so.
I can't go through that again. It was torture. I can't even explain what the recovery was like, the way my skin felt stretched out every time I moved; how hot and irritated my back was.
“Stand up,” Maksim says.
With my eyes still on the floor, I do, but I almost lose my balance because I'm shaking like a leaf.
“You know, my little pet,” his husky voice makes me shiver, “as a child, when I failed to do what was asked of me, my parents would brutally rape me to teach me a lesson-”
Is that what he's going to do? Have sex with me?
I remember the way he looked at me when he was fucking that poor girl at the Asian Prince's party the other week. This has to be his next move—nothing else makes sense.
I'm not scared if it is time for him to have me. I've always known this day would come.
“-But I wouldn't do that to you,” he tells me. “Not brutally, anyway. You mean more to me than I meant to my parents.”
I pull my eyebrows together, wondering where he's going with this.
“There are other ways to teach you a lesson,” he says, and then he's quiet. The creaking sound of a chair makes me flinch, then a heavy hand lands on my shoulder. “Charlie Decena will have to make the most of eleven minutes. Look at me, my little pet.”
I do. I lift my lashes to find his golden gaze.
“Is there anything you need?” he asks, a peculiar, evil expression on his face. “Or any questions you wish to ask?”
“Um... I might need a few extra computers, just if I get locked out of the CCTV system.”
“Of course.” He leans down and says in my ear, “I'll have them set up in your apartment for when you execute the job.” He kisses the side of my face with hard lips. “Now, you should go tell Charlie of your equal success and failure. He is out back.”
Great.
Coming down from the rush of fear that he was going to hit me, I nod, turn on my heel, and get the hell out of his office before he changes his mind and gives me a good bloody hiding. I follow the pounding music down the hallway to the kitchen. It's packed with half naked girls dancing all over the place in a drunken state, and an assortment of men whose eyes are glazed over. They're drugged up off powdery cocaine, mountains scattered across the white worktops and the dining table by the back doors.
I continue through the kitchen in search of Charlie. One guy—I can never remember his fucking name—smirks at me as I pass him. “When is Maksim-Markov going to give it up already?” he says, watching me with glossy eyes, leaning over the kitchen worktop on elbows.
