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He lets out a harsh laugh. “Fuck no. You think I have any desire to show off my pathetic wife?”
Instead of being offended, Oksana looks relieved to be avoiding the excursion. She relaxes back against the couch while Konstantin turns to Osip, no longer interested in his wife.
“We’re ready to go.”
Osip finishes his drink and stands. Running his eyes over me, he gives me a wink that makes my skin crawl. “Ready for the club, Nadia?” he asks, using the fake name I’d given them. I don’t answer because I don’t feel like getting smacked. I keep my eyes down as he steps closer.
Konstantin hands him the leash. “Take her to the SUV.”
I don’t see the smile, but I know Osip’s grinning when he grabs the leash and gives it a sharp tug. Osip’s always hated the fact thatKonstantin won’t share me with him, and he never misses an opportunity to take that anger out on me.
Biting back a wince when he pulls sharply on the leash, I follow him out of the room and down the hall. Even though it’s cold outside and he stops to put on a coat, he doesn’t offer me one. Instead I’m dragged outside in nothing but a flimsy scrap of lace. It’s started snowing, making it treacherous in heels, and I nearly slip and fall on the sidewalk. Osip gives an annoyed grunt and pulls harder, cutting off my air and nearly making me fall on my ass again.
Opening the back door, he waits for me to get in. I don’t want to bend over in front of him, but I also know I don’t have a choice. When I step my foot up, pushing this stupid excuse of a dress up even more, I’m not at all surprised when he slides his hand between my thighs. I knew it was coming, but I still flinch at his touch. He groans and roughly pushes my panties aside, sliding two fingers into me in a hard thrust that makes my eyes water. After Konstantin’s assault in the bathroom, I’m so sore that I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out from the pain.
“Our little secret, right, Nadia?” he groans by my ear. “My brother refuses to share you with me, but that’s not going to stop me from feeling this tight pussy any goddamn time I want. He thinks he’s kept you from me, but I’m going to be walking around all night with the scent of your cunt on my fingers.”
A whimper escapes when he plunges his fingers in deeper. Bringing his lips to my ear, he growls, “One night very soon, I’m going to visit you in your room, and if you tell Konstantin about any of this, I swear I’ll fucking skin you alive. I can make your death last for days, sweetheart.”
I nod my head, my body shaking so badly I can barely keep myself upright.
“Do you understand me, pet?”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, letting out a relieved breath when the front door opens and Osip slides his fingers out ofme.
“Such a good little bitch,” he murmurs with a laugh, stepping back so I can get in.
He shuts the door and gets in the passenger side while Konstantin gets in the driver’s seat. Fifteen of his top men file into two other black SUVs. They take the lead and rear on our drive to the Red Viper. I’ve never been to the club. I rarely get to leave the house at all. Usually my days are spent in whatever bedroom I’ve been locked in, in a constant state of worry and fear while I wait for the door to open and my own personal monster to walk in.
The city passes by outside my window, and the closer we get to downtown, the busier the traffic and sidewalks get. I watch a couple leaving a lit-up bar, and my heart aches at the sight of them. His arm is wrapped around her, and she’s laughing and looking up at him with a huge smile on her face. I envy them so fucking much, and I want to bang my fist against the window and scream at the entire fucking universe for the shit hand I’ve been dealt. That happy couple on the street should be me and Matvey. His arm should be around me as I look up and smile at him, both of us laughing and so goddamn happy. All of that was taken from us, and the hate and rage I feel threatens to overwhelm me. The only thing that keeps me in check is knowing that if I throw a fit right now, Konstantin will just take me back to the mansion, and I can’t let that happen. The guys are saving my ass tonight, and I’m going to get my goddamn revenge.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting the Red Viper to be like, but the dingy, shithole they pull up to is not it. The expensive cars parked in the full lot are completely at odds with the rundown-looking dive bar. I search the outside of the building while Konstantin parks, desperate for a glimpse of Matvey or one of the other guys, but I don’t see anyone.
Once we’re parked, five of Konstantin’s men take up position outside while the other ten men trail us, keeping a lookout for any threats. The large man standing outside the club doesn’t inspire confidence. He looks nothing like the well-trained men surrounding us, and when he runs his eyes over all of us, I can see the fear start to creep in.Before he can shit his pants, a man in a suit appears with a huge smile on his face.
“David,” Konstantin says by way of greeting, not even sparing a glance at the bouncer as he walks past, pulling me along behind him.
“Mr. Lebedev, we’re so happy to have you here tonight.”
David might as well get on his knees and beg for the privilege of kissing Konstantin’s ass for all the groveling he’s doing. His eyes run over me and he gives a soft smirk before saying, “Your pet is beautiful, Mr. Lebedev, but if you’d like to sample what we have, you know you’re welcome to any of them.”
Konstantin ignores him and steps into the dark, loud club. Music throbs from hidden speakers and everywhere I look there are naked or half-naked women in all different stages of servicing the men who crowd around and paw at them. I feel like I’ve stepped into a new level of hell that I hadn’t been aware existed. Every woman in here is wearing the same viper ouroboros tattoo that marks my wrist. Most are red and some are black, but we’ve all been marked by it.
I walk in between Konstantin and Osip while my eyes keep darting around us, trying to take in everything while desperately searching the crowd. I keep looking for a man in a hoodie with a familiar profile, but the truth is I have no idea what Matvey looks like now or how he’s changed. That thought alone is enough to make me feel like I have a heavy weight on my chest. I used to know him as well as I know myself, but after two years I’m a completely different person, and I don’t want him to feel like a stranger.
We walk past a topless woman who’s standing near the VIP entrance, and when Konstantin takes a seat at a table in the corner, I do what’s expected and kneel at his feet. He’s still pissed at me for talking out of turn, so he doesn’t rest his hand on my head like he would usually do. Instead, he smiles at the waitress who walks over and cups her bare ass, stroking her cheek with his thumb. If he’s trying to make me jealous, he’s in for a severe disappointment. I just feel relief and then guilt because if his hands aren’t on me, then it means he’s molesting some other poor woman.
David sits down next to the seat Osip takes, and when another man walks over and pulls a redhead into his lap, David laughs and says, “Go easy on her, Aaron. She’s one of the new girls.”
Aaron gives the woman a sleazy smile and pinches one of her nipples hard enough to make her wince. “I’m breaking her in, David. She can either handle it or she can’t. It’s best we find out early.”
Konstantin looks over at him and says, “True enough, but I’d rather a paying customer break the product instead of you.”
Aaron’s face pales at Konstantin’s tone at the same time as his hand falls from the poor woman’s breast. He forces a smile and pats the woman’s ass, letting her know she should get up and make the rounds.
“Of course,” Aaron says, taking the whiskey one of the waitresses brings over. He downs it in one gulp, clearly trying to swallow his anger along with the alcohol.
Konstantin waves the woman he’d just been groping away and rests his hand on my head, petting me in deceivingly gentle strokes. Leaning closer so only I can hear, he points to the center of the room, the area that’s currently being used by a pole dancer.
