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“You haven’t been fucking someone else while we were together? While I was fucking paying you for your time?”
Natalia’s eyes narrow, and I can tell I’ve struck a nerve. “You buying my time doesn’t mean I was exclusive to you,” she spits out, glaring at me. “That’s not how that goes, not unless you specify it, and you didn’t.”
She can’t get another word out before my hand closes around her throat again. “So youwerefucking someone else!”
“No!” She tries to jerk away from me, but my fingers tighten around her throat, and I see her eyes widen in fear.Good. Now you’re beginning to learn.
“Mikhail, please–” she gasps from behind the tightening ring of my hand. “Let–me–explain–”
“Then explain,” I snarl. “And do it quickly.”
When I loosen my grip on her throat, her head falls forward, a series of violent coughs exploding from her lips as her hand goes to massage where my fingers had pressed against her flesh.
“I don’t know who it is leaving those things,” she chokes out, looking up at me. “I thought it was you.”
I stare at her, confused. “What the fuck do you mean, you thought it wasme?Leaving a note and a gift at my own house? What kind of fucked up bullshit would that be?”
Natalia glares up at me. “Oh, you mean more fucked up than anything else you’ve done in the last day and a half?”
I give her a warning glare and she straightens, tossing her hair back as she looks at me with the kind of haughty expression that means she’s regaining her composure. “Someone has been leaving things at my apartment for weeks,” she says coldly. “Creepy letters–although the ones that were left before were very true-crime style, words cut out and glued to the page, not handwritten like that one–and a gift like this once.”
She takes a deep breath, meeting my gaze a little more calmly now that I haven’t made a move to grab her again. “That night that you showed up when I was walking to work and gave me a ride? I could have sworn I heard someone following me. After I got in the car, I saw someone keep walking past. I thought they were my stalker. I actually discounted it being you after that, thinking that was my stalker. But then when you cuffed me to the bed here–”
Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she glares at me. “I was sure I’d been wrong then. That you’d been stalking me the whole time, leaving me those letters, all of it. But if they’re coming here now–”
I see the moment that it sinks in for her, what that means, at the same moment that it does for me, and her eyes go wide, her throat tightening on a small intake of breath as she realizes that the danger is coming for her from more directions than one.
It’s a very different reaction to how it makes me feel–the realization that another man is after the woman I’ve claimed as mine.
It’s how I felt when she told me about Igor–that I might threaten her, hurt her, do any manner of things to her if I choose–but no one else can touch her. She ismine, mine to hurt or heal, punish or please, keep or kill, and god help any man who thinks he can take that away from me.
I lunge for her, my hands on her upper arms as I pin her to the staircase, and I hear her gasp. Her eyes are wide, her face soft with fear, and she looks so maddeningly beautiful that I can no longer remember what I’d had planned for her before finding the letter, where I’d been taking her. My mind feels clouded with rage and jealousy, the need to stake my claim on her again, to remind her and myself who she belongs to, that no one else will be allowed to take her from me.
“Mikhail, wait–” she gasps, but as she speaks, I swing her up into my arms, holding her against me. Not bridal-style, not quite so romantic, but I clutch her against my chest like a thing that might be taken away, frantic desperation throbbing through me as I stride up the stairs.
“What are you doing?” She struggles in my grasp, shoving at my chest. “We need to talk about this! We need to know who it might be–”
“I know who it probably is,” I growl, my fingers digging into her flesh as I hold her writhing, naked body against me. “Someone from the club, someone who saw you dance, and decided you should be his.”
I get to the bedroom faster than I would have thought possible, and as I kick the door open with my foot, I wrap my hand in her long black hair, twisting it around my fist as I pull her head back so that she’s forced to look at me.
“You’remine,” I hiss, my hands tightening on her body as if to emphasize the point. “No one else will touch you unlessIdeem it so. No one else willlookat you unlessIsay they may. I will keep you here for as long as I please, and I will do what I please, and you willobey.”
I stalk towards the crate at the end of the bed, setting her down in front of it. She’s staring at me in shock, her eyes wide, her body trembling lightly, and I feel choked with need as I look at her. She’s utter perfection in every way, body and mind and spirit, the kind of woman I never even dreamed about.
The thought of someone else taking her from me is maddening. Infuriating. Dimly, I realize that I’m hard, achingly so, but it’s not a physical lust. I feel insane with the need to mark her, to fuck her, to claim her.Mine, mine, mine, the voice in my head shouts, battering at the walls of my skull, and I reach for her, my hand wrapping in her hair again as I jerk her head to one side, my other hand pushing between her soft thighs.
“I wasn’t going to let you come for much longer than this,” I growl, my voice low and deep, as I slide my fingers over the soft damp crease of her pussy. “I didn’t think you deserved it. You still don’t,kotenok. But I will make you come anyway, because–”
My voice trails off as I see the look of defiance in her eyes, the words forming on her lips to tell me that I can’t make her come, that I can’t make her do anything–and then the moment when she realizes, beyond all shadow of a doubt, that I can.
I can make her come if I please,wheneverI please. Her body is mine to command.
The thrill that runs through me tastes sweeter than I could have imagined, a victory that I’m eager to see through to the end. I imagine whoever left that letter and gift watching, skulking around the house in hopes of taking the prize that should be his, seeing me with my fingers working into Natalia’s pussy as I press my lips against her throat, sucking at her delicate flesh.
The thought infuriates and arouses me, the idea that anyone would dare try to take her from me warring with the lustful fantasy of that same man seeing her claimed byme,ownedby me, and I push two fingers inside of her as I sink my teeth into her throat, holding her against me as I force her to stay still while I mark her flesh.
She clenches around me instantly, tight and hot, and I laugh, the sound muffled against her skin as I thrust my fingers into her, cupping my palm against her spread folds, grinding the heel of my hand into her clit. I feel her squirming in my grasp, whether in an effort to escape or in pleasure I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter.
