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“You need to eat, Vanya.”
“Why?” I snark as I make my way toward the small sitting place by the window, perching myself on the edge of the chair so he won’t see my legs tremble. “So my new owner doesn’t break me on the first go around? I’d rather starve.”
“If you behave—” His voice turns playful, but there’s an edge to it. A sharp, deadly edge. “Maybe I’ll make sure you go to a nice, new owner who will pet you and take care of you.”
“Or maybe I’ll slit your throat and escape,” I hiss.
His face falls, eyes turning so dark they look nearly black.
Stuck my foot in it this time.
There is barely any time to scream. Adrian moves that fast. His grip is tight on my throat as he practically lifts me from the chair, setting me on his lap as he takes my place on the high-backed chair. With one hand, I push fruitlessly at the hand wrapped around my neck, the other pushing against his chest.
“Be still, Vanya.”
My body stills at the ominous edge that taints his command. His hand presses tighter against my neck, bowing my back until I’m stretched out across his lap, completely vulnerable. I let my muscles relax, sinking into him submissively as I curse him out in my head.
He grips my jaw in the other large, calloused hand, forcing me to look into his deadly gaze. “Don’t make threats you won’t follow through on, mouse,” he purrs. “Making idle threats leads to little girls getting punished.” His tongue comes out to wet his bottom lip.
The lump in my throat keeps growing until it becomes overwhelming. Tears spill down my cheeks as I nod my head. He holds on for a few seconds longer, his eyes searching my face for a moment, before loosening his grip on my chin.
His fingers, wrapped around my neck, loosen slightly. I feel his thumb caressing my pulse point, no doubt relishing in each staccato beat of fear.
“Can I…” It’s hard to speak against that ever-growing lump of unease. “Can I see my family?”
He scoffs. “Your dead family? You want death so badly?”
Adrian is baiting me, deliberately prodding at my open wound, but I won’t take the bait. He wants another excuse to hurt me. Punish me. Demean me. I won’t give it to him. He knows what I mean. I don’t need to explain myself.
“You want me to take you to where I threw their rotten bodies?” he whispers so softly in my ear that I barely hear him, but I feel the caress of his breath along the shell of my ear. “Want me to show you the carnage? Maybe I’ll fuck you on the exact spot your grandfather bled out before making you blow me in the spot your parents were gutted like pigs. What do you think about that?”
More tears rise to the surface, but I refuse to let them fall. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of my fear—my loss—my sudden desire. I gasp when I suddenly find myself lifted into his arms before he drops me, belly first on the bed. My heart thunders in my chest, blood rushing to my ears as I try to scramble away, but he’s too quick.
Lightning fast, he snatches my ankle and pulls me toward him until my stomach is pressing against the edge of the bed.
“Good girl, Vanya.” His praise for my sudden stillness and refusal to fight does something to me deep inside. Something I don’t want to analyze anytime soon. “I’ll make you a little deal. Do you want to make a deal with me, little mouse?”
Do I have a choice?
No, I don’t, so I nod my head meekly, face buried in the comforter bunched in front of me. It smells like him, sandalwood and lime with a hint of flower. Fear uncoils in my gut, and I tremble and quake, my breath coming out in shallow pants when I hear the scrape of metal against metal.
He’s undoing his belt.
Is he going to…?
No, he wouldn’t. He needs me to bepurefor his fucking auction.
Right?
Don’t be an idiot, Van. There are plenty of other places he can fuck you without disturbing your virginity.My inner voice is condescending and unfortunately, she is right. My teeth chatter and my body shakes as he drags the joggers I stole from him down my legs, letting them pool at my ankles.
I’m too afraid to move. My muscles are frozen, locked in place as fear courses through my veins. His fingers grip my hips tightly. No doubt there will be bruises there later. A sob rips up my throat, but I manage to stifle it, the weight sinking into my chest, threatening to make a reappearance.
He gently presses his hard cock along the seam of my ass, sliding the crown downward between my clenched thighs to my pussy. My inner walls clench and an odd sensation washes over me. Something else for future Vanya to unpack. His weight against my body is stifling, my muscles tightening as he slides his cock between the natural curve of my body.
I bite back a moan as the head of his cock bumps my clit.
No. No. No. This can’t be happening.
