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“How did you get out of the room?”
I look down at my feet. “Maria. She came in, and I pushed past her and left, locking her in there.”
He rolls his eyes and picks up his telephone, putting a call into someone and instructing them to go and let her out. “Sit,” he orders, and I lower into a seat opposite his desk. “We can do this one of two ways,” he begins.
I scoff. “We’re not doing this at all.”
“You seem to think you have a choice here.”
“Ivan, you’ve broken the law, more than once. When I get away from you, I’m going right to the police and having you arrested.”
“How do you plan to get away?” He looks amused. “You tried once, it didn’t go well.”
IVAN
She folds her arms across her chest and fixes me with a stubborn glare. I smirk before continuing. “One, I can keep you in that room and come to you when I need to. Or, two, we can make an agreement.”
“I’m not agreeing to this,” she snaps.
I shrug. “Fine, option one it is.”
She scowls. “You can’t even look at me after we fucked once. How the hell do you plan on making it a regular thing?”
“You don’t have to be so crude,” I murmur, irritated by her sailor mouth.
She huffs. “Tell me the agreement.”
I smile. “I need a child, and you have no home or money. I think we can reach an agreement that will suit us both.”
“You want me to give you a child and you’ll pay me?”
I nod, and she laughs, shaking her head. “No.”
“I don’t think you understand, Grace. I’m in control here. I will take what you won’t give me willingly.”
“You’re going to rape me?” she almost screeches.
“In case you weren’t aware, I traffic women like you every day. I’ll get what I want and put you on the next boat out of here.”
“You make me sick,” she spits.
“So much so, you decided to fuck me without my consent.” I arch a brow, and she blushes.
“I thought you were awake.”
“Always check. That wouldn’t wash the other way around.”
“It sounds like you’re an expert in the sexual assault field, so maybe you got what you deserve.” I take a calming breath. I’ve never met a woman who’s not been scared of me, and although she shrinks back occasionally, she always forces herself to give me grief.Just like Lara used to. “Besides, I can’t get pregnant, I have the implant.” She looks smug.
“So, you asking for birth control earlier was a ploy to see me?” I ask, cocking a brow. She blushes again.
I slowly move over to where she’s sitting, and she watches me suspiciously. I place my legs either side of hers and squash them together, then I place my hand on her neck and hold her in the chair. She frowns, struggling to no avail. “Relax, Grace, or this will be painful.”
I press around on her arm until I feel the hint of something hard. I check the spot and see the small scar where the implant was stitched into her skin. I take out my flick knife, and she panics, struggling harder. “Grace,” I growl, squeezing her neck tighter, “keep still.”
Someone knocks on the door, and I give them permission to enter, relieved when Maxim steps into the office. He takes in the scene before him and smirks. “Help me,” I order, and he rushes over, taking her arms and holding her back in the chair.
“What are we doing exactly?” he asks.
