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“Not starving me? That’s the bare fucking minimum, notgenerosity.”
“You’re a guest in my home. So if you want to eat, you need to be polite” I take another huge bite of my sandwich, groaning. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Natalia swallows hard, and I laugh. “I know you’re hungry. There’s no shame in that. Here’s a question.”
I take another bite, and then lean forward, chewing slowly to draw out the moment as I watch her wary face. “How did your father die?”
“I’ve already told you about my father.”
“Oh, yes. Gambling debts. A lie, since I know who you really are.” I make an imaginary ‘x’ in the air between us, shaking my head. “There’s no food for liars, Natalia.”
“My name is–”
“No, no.” I wag my finger at her. “I’d think very carefully before you lie to me again. How many years did you dance in the Moscow ballet?”
“I’m a stripper at theCat’s Meow,you stupid fuck,” Natalia spits. “Or I was, before you fuckingmurderedmy boss and got the place shut down, and then kidnapped me.”
A surge of anger bursts through me again, and I jolt upwards from my chair, looming over her as I grip the back of hers. “I told you where I was when he died,krasotka.”
“Now who’s lying?” She glares up at me. “I know you killed him. I believed you at dinner, but I was a fucking fool, just like I was a fucking fool to believe that it was safe to come back here with you. You were probably the one leaving shit at my house, too–”
I shake the chair, hard, and she gasps. “You have no idea what I’ve gone through to get you here,suka,” I hiss. “You need to learn some manners, or else you’ll be begging for things you’ve taken for granted all your life. Like, for instance–” I nod towards her untouched food. “Something to eat.”
Her lips press tightly together, and she says nothing as I step away from the chair.
“One last chance,” I tell her flatly. “Tell me your name. Thetruth.”
Her eyes flick towards the food, and I can see her making a decision. For a brief second, I think she’ll break more quickly than I’d thought, that she’s hungry enough to admit what I already know is true.
But then she looks at me, clear defiance in her gaze, and I know she’s going to keep fighting back. It should make me angry, and it does–but more than that, it excites me. It thrills me.
I’m glad she’s not making this easy.
“I’ve told you my name,” she says stubbornly. “I’d like a bite of food now, please.”
I laugh, standing up and taking my own plate to the sink. When I come back and reach for hers, I see a moment’s longing in her face as I pick it up. Briefly, I move the plate a little closer to her face, and I can see her tense with the effort it takes not to try to take a bite out of it.
“Well.” I turn away, carrying the plate to the counter, and glance back at her. “You were a ballerina, after all, so perhaps you’re used to not eating.” I open the cupboard below the sink, letting her watch as I throw the untouched sandwich into the garbage. Then, as she sits there, I fill a glass with water from the refrigerator, cold and clear, and carry it back to the table.
I set it down in front of her, still out of reach, watching her face carefully. “After our exertions last night and today, you must be thirsty.” I run a finger down the side of the glass, through the condensation, and I see her swallow hard, but she says nothing.
“I’ve already told you,” she says through gritted teeth. “My name is Ekaterina. I work at the club where you met me. And I have no idea why you’re doing this to me.”
I look down at her, smiling ruefully as I shake my head. “Well, then.” I push the glass a little closer to the edge of the table, fully in her view, but still out of reach. “I’ll come back later, and see if you’ve changed your mind, shall I? In the meantime–wait for me here.”
The last is said with clear, thick sarcasm, and Natalia glares at me, hate burning in her gaze. “As if I could go anywhere,” she spits, twisting in her bonds, and I laugh.
“You’ll change your tune soon enough.” I reach out, running my fingers through her tangled hair. “And then, you’ll find out exactly why you’re here.”
I cup her cheek in my hand, sliding my thumb slowly over her lower lip. It’s soft beneath my touch, plush and full, and my cock twitches painfully again at the memory of how it felt pressing against my hot, straining flesh. “You’ll make up for what you did earlier, too–just as soon as I decide how.”
And then, as she sits there helplessly, I turn and leave the room.
Natalia
Ibarely manage to hold back the trembling until he leaves the room.
I’m not entirely sure how I’d managed to keep my composure through all of that. From the moment he’d pinned me against the door and taken that kiss, I’d been terrified. I’d known my chance of escape was lost. And I’d known he was going to make things much worse because I’d fought.
