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“It just came off the stove.What did you expect?”I quickly fill a glass of water and pass it to her.
She takes it and downs nearly half of it.Her eyes are watering and she blinks them away.“Holy crap, I didn’t think it would be that hot.”
I merely stare at her as she cuts another small section off and brings it to her mouth.This time she blows on it for a few seconds before eating it.Satisfied that she learned her lesson, I go back to eating.I’m done before Natalya is and rinse off my plate before putting it in the dishwasher, along with the skillets.When I finish and turn around, she’s taking her last bite.
She pushes her plate away with a satisfied little moan.“I guess I was hungrier than I thought.Thank you, that was delicious.”
I add it to the dishwasher.As much as I would like to stay here with my solnishko and go back to bed to tease another orgasm or three out of her, I have work that needs to get done.“I have to leave for a little while.”
Natalya jerks.“Leave?”
“Yes.I have some things I need to take care of.I’ll be back in a few hours.”I stare hard at her.“The elevator only works with a special keycard, so you won’t be tempted to disappear while I’m away.Not that there’s anywhere you could hide that I wouldn’t find you.”
“Threatening me doesn’t instill any confidence that you won’t hurt me me if it comes down to it.”
It’s obvious I need to make things more clear.Once again, I close the distance between us.I fist Natalya’s hair, tug her head back, then slam my mouth down on hers thrusting my tongue deep inside.My other hand palms her breast, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh.She clutches my shoulder and digs her nails in as she moans.I pinch her nipple as I release her mouth, and she shudders.The green in her eyes has darkened and they’re glazed with arousal.
“You can’t hide from me because you’re mine.I didn’t say anything about hurting you.”I loosen my hold on her hair and take a step back.“You’re going to have to learn to trust me.”
Leaving her slightly dazed, I walk to the elevator.It opens, and once I’m inside, I turn.Natalya comes into the room.I don’t take my eyes off her until the door closes, cutting off my view.
A part of me understands her fear.Especially after Aleksei’s little visit.I’m just pissed that it’s me she’s scared of.
Chapter7
Natalya
The elevator doorcloses with a soft click, Sasha disappearing behind it and leaving me alone.Does this make me the princess trapped in a tower?A chill racks my body.A rather drafty tower, it would appear.Where’s the thermostat in this place?I’m going to freeze to death in this bougie meatlocker of a penthouse.It’s funny how there isn’t a chill when Sasha is near, even though I’ve been mostly naked since I got here.He says he’ll be back in a few hours, but I don’t want to be a popsicle by the time he returns.
I head into the bedroom and pull open the closet door.There has to be something warmer in here I can wear.I flick the first switch.Instead of an overhead light coming in, there’s a strange clicking sound and then a door at the back pops open.A reddish light comes from behind it.Is this some portal to the upside down or have I been watching too much Netflix with Luka and Lydia?My phone buzzes from the bedroom and I back out of the closet to grab it off the nightstand.It’s an unfamiliar number.
“Hello?”
“Stay out of the closet, solnishko,” Sasha grumbles over the purr of his vehicle.
“How did you know I was in there?”I glance back toward it and then around the room, but don’t spot any cameras.
“It’s set to alarm me if the gun safe has been triggered.Planning something?”
“Hardly,” I scoff, annoyed at the humor in his voice.“It’s ridiculously cold in your apartment.”
I rub my chest trying to warm up but it doesn’t work.Sasha grunts.
“Don’t do that or I’m coming home.”
“Do what?”I ask.
He definitely has cameras here somewhere.“I’ll set the temperature higher and lock the safe remotely.Be a good girl, will you?”he says.
“Of course,” I mumble but he’s already hung up.
I put my phone back on the nightstand and then go to the closet again.This time, I flick the second switch to illuminate the large area with shelves and drawers perfectly placed.The door at the end of the closet is shut.
His clothes are organized in a horrifyingly precise manner from light to dark, mostly dark given his outfits of choice.He even sports an impressive collection of shoes including running sneakers, boots and fancy Italian leather loafers.He probably has more shoes than I do.I grin because the mostly stoic and closet hornball enforcer has a clothing fetish; one might even call him a clotheshorse if feeling bold.
A small island counter steals my attention next.Overhead lighting shines down on a glass top that protects a collection of designer watches.They have to cost a lot of money and some of them look more worn than others.I pull out the drawer and pick up the fanciest of the bunch, the back is engraved with the name Patek Phillipe.It’s heavy as I slip it over my wrist without having to open the locking mechanism.The pearl face glows in green, blue, and violet luminescence.I slip it off and put it back with the other ten.I turn nearly all of them over.Each one is labeled with names like Cartier, Vacheron, Girard-Perregaux, and Rolex.There’s an empty space for a twelfth one which he must be wearing today.I doubt it’s a Swatch.
The three I didn’t touch have cracked faces and two of them have a dead battery.Why doesn’t he fix them?Are these trophies from his “job”?Thank god my dad doesn’t wear one.Shaking off my suspicions I resume snooping.
