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“Let go of me, you brute!” I yell at him, trying to yank my wrist from his hand. “I’ll go to my room and shower, then get into bed like a good little girl—happy?”
“You will shower here in my shower and then sleep in my bed,” Andrey commands. “Where you’ll sleep every night from here on out.” His eyes rake my naked body, sending a shiver down my spine. “Just to make sure you stay where you’re supposed to be.” He bends down and picks up my clothes. “You’ll stay naked until I bring you clothes in the morning.”
“You can’t do that!” I yell at him in disbelief. “You fucking pervert!” Yes, that’s the way to do it. Yell and scream like a petulant child—that will show him. To add a little more threat to my tantrum, I add. “You’ll be sorry.”
“Not as sorry as I’d be if anything happened to you or my men because of you,” Andrey lobs back, making me feel really, really, really small. Like smaller than Smurf small, and I go quiet.
“Then you should’ve thought of that before you kidnapped me and forced me to come home with you,“ I sneer. Now I know my brain and mouth have gone out of sync because my brain is cringing and trying not to take any responsibility for my runaway tongue at the moment. “I hate you and everything you stand for.”
“That’s not what your body tells me. Every time I touch you, I can feel how your body craves mine.” Andrey lifts an annoying eyebrow, looking at me knowingly.
“You can hate someone and still want to fuck them,” I say crudely, not sure if those words came out of my mouth or is there was someone else in the room sprouting them. “And, of course, you’re going to know how to control someone with sex, especially someone like me who’s never had it before. All these sensations and what’s happened to me today have been overwhelming my system and then my senses,” I point out.
I see something flicker in his eyes that looks like a hint of guilt, so I drive it home. “It’s like an allergy. I have no control over how my body reacts to certain things. It’s an involuntary reaction to a stimulus that affects my system. That’s all you are, a big allergy!”
His shoulders stiffen. “I’ll be back in two hours,” Andrey says through clenched teeth. “You’d better be showered and in bed asleep when I’m back.”
“Are you sure?” For the love of God, shut the fuck up, Isabella, nope, my tongue just carries on going. “You don’t want me sitting up, wagging my tail, and panting when you walk through the door?”
I see him flinch. “Be very careful, Isabella,” Andrey warns. “You’re right. You’ve had an overwhelming day, and I made it worse by doling out your punishment that way. But trust me, if you were anyone else, the punishment you’d received for the stunt you pulled tonight would’ve been a lot more than a hot ass and sexual frustration.”
“So my punishment is humiliation and forcing your control on me.” I look at him in disgust.
I know I’m projecting my own shame on him because, in some sick, twisted way, I’d like it. It had turned me on! And that sickens me to the core. I’m not like him.
“Your BDSM sick little games? What’s my next lesson? Making me crawl on my hands and knees to beg you like a pet? Is that going to be my punishment?“ I straighten my shoulders, not caring that I’m naked. He’s seen me now. “Then rather punish me like you do everyone else. Because it’s bad enough, I’ve been condemned to living with a monster in the underworld. I’ll die before I let you turn what’s left of my soul into you!”
His hand snakes out in a flash, grabbing my chin and twisting it painfully up to keep eye contact. “The punishment you receive, princess, wasn’t about my control.” His eyes bore into mine. “It was about yours!” He squeezes my chin so hard I fear he’s going to break my jawbone, but I stand my ground. “You could’ve got away tonight. I never expected what you pulled off. The reason you didn’t was because you have no control, Isabella.”
“So giving me a hiding, finger fucking me to the edge, and then throwing me on my ass is your way of teaching me to control myself?” I snort. My mind is screaming, you fucking idiot, back down. But something more profound, darker, is now driving me on and has control of my fucking loose tongue. “Is that how you learned control? Because that’s a pretty fucked up way to learn discipline.”
“You wouldn’t survive the training I went through.” Andrey’s voice is low. “Nor do I have time to give you a lifetime’s worth of training.” His eyes narrow. “You’ve shown me you’ve had some training, but obviously, your father wasn’t hard enough on you because you still let your emotions lead you.”
“It happens when a person has a heart,“ I sneer. “An affliction I’m sure has never bothered you.”
“I have a heart, Isabella,” Andrey assures me. “Or you wouldn’t have gotten off so lightly tonight.” He abruptly lets go of my chin. “Shower and then bed. I’ll be back in two hours.”
With that, Andrey spins and strides—strides like nothing happened, out the door with my clothes beneath his arm, then calmly pulls it closed behind him. This time, he doesn’t lock it. My first thought is this is a test. My second thought is, do I go through that door and make a dash for it? A shiver runs up my spine.
Fuck, I’m naked. I turned towards Andrey’s closet. I’m sure I can use something in his wardrobe. I’m about to walk toward the closet, and my foot kicks one of the sneakers I was wearing. Oh great, at least I have shoes!
I pick them up to straighten them and hide them beneath the bed. I’m not sure why I’m obsessed with keeping the shoes hidden when I have nothing to cover the rest of me. One sneaker is heavier than the other. My pocket knife! I’m about to fish it from the shoe, and I remember I don’t have any place to hide it.
I leave it in the sneaker and push it beneath the bed. My knife could come in handy. I have a shower and wrap a fluffy towel around me. I use the brush on the bathroom counter to brush my knotty hair out.
There’s no skin care cream or… Shit! I look at my eyes. I can’t sleep with contacts in. I put my contact lens kit and my glasses in my purse. I walk into the room and look at the door—my purse is in the other room. There are also travel-size bottles of my skin cream and deodorant in it.
I hesitate, staring at the bedroom door for a few seconds. I glance down at the large towel wrapped around me that covers me down to just above my knee. I should be alright with this; I just need to get the purse and run back here.
I open the door, quietly sneak into the hallway, and then run to the room I was in. I open the door, step inside, and see my purse has been moved to the dressers. I reach out, my fingers close around it when a hand grips my wrist, and I scream in fright!
Chapter 10
ANDREY
Three Nights Ago - Andrey’s Apartment
After my third shot of vodka, I’m starting to relax, and the anger raging through me has died. I sit behind my desk in my home office and switch on my computer. I need to concentrate on work. Isabella has taken up far too much of my time tonight.
