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Grace begins to pull them out. “You know I’m talking sense.”
“Grace,” I say, my tone warning.
“Maxim will rape me,” she yells, throwing my clothes out onto the floor. “Is that what you want?”
“I don’t care,” I say.
“You do care.” She tries to take more clothes from the bed, but this time, I stop her. She fights me, twisting and turning until her back is to my front. I wrap my arms around her, pinning her to me.
“I don’t care,” I whisper angrily. “You’re nothing to me.”
“Liar,” she hisses. “I told myself the same thing, but I do care. I care about you, and if you leave me here, it will haunt you forever. You’ll keep thinking about it, just like you think about Lara.”
“I loved her,” I growl. “You don’t compare to Lara.”
“Please, Ivan,” she says desperately, turning in my arms and placing her cuffed hands on my cheeks. “I know you’re angry, but I swear, that purse was not in my bag. Someone put it there, and that someone had to be in your home already.” She stands on her tiptoes and places a gentle kiss to my mouth. I don’t move. “When I die,” she whispers, kissing me again, “whoever is out to hurt you will still be here.” She runs her lips across my jaw. “And they’ll ruin you. You’ll think back to this moment and realise I was right and that you left me here to die.” Our mouths collide in a hungry kiss.
She tugs at my clothing, and I know I should stop her, but something inside me takes control and I pull at her clothes too. It’s impossible to get her naked with the cuffs in place, so I fumble for the key, unlocking the padlock securing her wrists and ankles. It’s not like she can run now anyway. These will be her final hours.
I sit on the bed and pull her onto my lap. I line myself up at her entrance and rest back on my hands, watching as she sinks onto my erection. My head falls back, and I squeeze my eyes, relaxing as she begins to move. Being with her feels like home. Even more than it did with Lara. And I hate that.
GRACE
I fuck him with everything I have, making all the right noises and tightening my core until he comes hard. I need him to stay, or I won’t make it out of here alive. He digs his fingers into my thighs as he thrusts up. His breathing is heavy as he comes down from his high. He throws an arm over his eyes, and I can already feel him shutting down. I lean down, kissing his jaw like some desperate whore. And I am . . . desperate, that is.
His hands go to my waist, and he lifts me from him effortlessly, avoiding eye contact. I remain silent, tucking my knees to my chest as he puts himself away, not mentioning the fact I didn’t come, which is something that usually bothers him. “I’m sorry it has to end like this,” he mutters, beginning to collect the clothes I’ve thrown from his bag, “but it does have to end, Grace.”
My heart squeezes in my chest. Why do I care? It’s not like I have this amazing life waiting for me. Maybe death will free me? “What if I’m pregnant?” I ask.
He scoffs. “It doesn’t matter.”
“You must really hate me,” I mutter.
“You have the answers I’ve been looking for, for months.”
I sigh. What’s the point in repeating my innocence when he’s convinced himself I’m lying? “I told you the answer, but you don’t want to believe it.”
He zips his bag. “You should dress,” he mutters, grabbing his own shirt and pulling it on.
“What’s the point?” I ask, shrugging. “We both know what Maxim will do the second you leave here.”
“He won’t do that,” he mutters, lifting the bag over his shoulder. “I’ll tell him.”
I scoff. “Because you hold all the power?”
“Yes.”
I smirk. “You really believe that, don’t you? If you think you can trust him one hundred percent, leave and don’t look back. But if a small part of you, just any small part, thinks I could be right, return here within the hour and see if he’s followed your orders.”
“I’m not here to play games, Grace.”
“It’s my life,” I whisper. “You’re about to take my life, can’t you at least prove me wrong?”
“Get dressed, Grace.” He heads for the exit and my heart hammers hard in my chest. “Goodbye,” he adds before walking out the door.
I rush to pull on my clothes and then press my ear to the door. When I don’t hear anything, I creep out and head towards Lara’s room. I’m not sure why, maybe because I want to taint everything he holds dear, or maybe because Maxim will take longer to find me. Either way, as I push the door open, I feel a sense of ‘fuck you’.
It’s petty, but I won’t be around to face the consequences, so the first thing I do is move her dresses from the bed. They’re discarded carelessly, like she was in a rush. I lift the torn one, holding it up to exam it, then I drop it in the waste bin beside the bed. “Why did you have separate rooms?” I ask aloud. “Did he treat you like he treated me? Did you need space away from him?”
