Page 28 of Dancing With Distraction

“She changed her mind,” I say with a shrug.

By the end of the shift, I’m shattered. With Dmitry interrupting my sleep like he did, I’m desperate for my bed.

I don’t immediately notice the car as it slows beside me. It’s not until a hand comes around my mouth that I see its hazard lights blinking and the boot open. I’m dragged behind the car, and suddenly, my senses kick in and I begin to fight, trying to bite the hand over my mouth. “I warned you I’d be coming, my krasota.” Dmitry’s raspy voice in my ear stills me. “Play nice and I’ll go a little easier on you,” he warns, lifting me and dumping me in the boot.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I yell.

“Victoria, if you’re going to cause a fuss?—”

“Damn right, I am,” I shout, kicking my foot against the panel.

He smirks. “I thought you’d say that.” And then he produces something from his back pocket and places it in my mouth, holding it in place while he sticks tape over it. I growl, slamming my foot harder against the panel as he reaches behind me and retrieves some bungee cords.

“These will have to do,” he mutters, pulling my hands behind my back and weaving a cord around my wrists. He then does the same to my ankles before connecting the two with another bungee, like I’m a fucking hog roast. He gives me a satisfied smile before slamming the boot closed. Motherfucker.

Dmitry

Ismile to myself, whistling a tune from back home as I weave through traffic on my way to the manor. Having Victoria tied up in the boot ignites something feral within me. I wanted nothing more than to fuck her there, by the side of the road, but the need to punish her overrode the desire. She had me touching myself like a fucking schoolboy because she couldn’t follow simple instructions. That won’t happen again, and she’s about to learn that, even if it means I keep her tied to my bed and only allow her to come when I decide.

I turn into the driveway of the manor, and as I bring the car to a stop, I listen attentively. It’s silent, much to my delight. My compliant little krasota.

I get out the car and make my way around to the boot, pausing for a moment to relish in all I have planned for her this evening. I want her begging to come before I’ll even consider letting her.

I hit the release button on my keys, watching as the boot slowly rises. I don’t see the two feet until it’s too late and they’ve connected with my chest. I stumble back, realising she’s managed to get out of the restraints. That’ll teach me for using bungee cords.

“You fucking prick,” she screams as she jumps out the boot. Her face is red with anger and she’s seething, but it only turns me on further, and I feel my cock twitching to life again. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” she continues, beginning to pace. I half expect her to make a run for it, but instead, she makes her way up the steps to my home.

I watch in amusement, excited to see what her next move will be. I stride up the steps, closing the distance between us. She steps back, clearly not wanting to be too close in case I make a grab for her. “Fuck you and your messed-up agreement.” Her foot connects with a potted plant, sending it crashing down the steps before shattering into pieces, and spraying soil everywhere. “You think you can turn up, hurl me into the boot of your car and take me to your torture chamber.” I can’t help smirking. I like this fiery temper of hers, it’s amusing. She growls in frustration, stepping closer and slapping me hard enough to leave a burning print. It snaps me from my lustful state and I see red immediately.

I grab her wrists. “Oh, my krasota, you haven’t seen anything yet.” I threaten, “You’re about to learn a very valuable lesson.” She yanks free, rushing inside. Good, I like a chase.

She comes to an abrupt stop in the hall, and I stand in the doorway, watching. She’s looking around, frenzied, like she’s not sure what to do next. She’s almost foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog.

She swipes her arm across the side table, sending the expensive vases I had imported from Russia crashing to the ground and splintering into pieces. “I’m going to make you clean that up while naked,” I warn, following as she runs into my office.

She grabs my decanter full of expensive whiskey and hurls it in my general direction. It shatters against the wall, spraying the contents everywhere.

I stay in the doorway of my office, letting her work off this frustration before I take full control. “Fuck you and your whore,” she shrieks. “Your fucking personal life comes strolling into my workplace, cackling with her fucking hyenas about your incredible sex life and flashing your ‘no limits’ credit card.” She grabs a glass from my mini bar and launches it across the room towards me. I step to one side and it lands somewhere behind me in the hall.

I inhale sharply as this behaviour is wearing thin. Count from ten. I run my hands through my hair. Ten. Nine. All I want to do is fuck her. Eight, seven, six. “I think you’re jealous, Victoria.” I know I’m playing with fire right now, but I need her to come closer so I can pin her down. Five. Four. Three. “My personal life is off-limits, remember.”

She laughs at me like a raving lunatic. “Does that line work for your little cum slut?” Her insults for Vivian always catch me off guard, and I feel the corners of my mouth curling into a smile. Two. I approach her cautiously, like you would an out-of-control animal.

“Tori . . .” I use her chosen nickname to pull her attention away from smashing any more of my shit, and she briefly closes her eyes, trying to gain some composure. One. I rush at her, hastily grabbing her around the waist and throwing her over my shoulder.

“You’re going to wish you acted like a good little girl, Victoria, because you’ve just woken the monster in me.” She pounds her fists into my back and flails her legs, but it’s no use, there’s no escape now.

“I’ll push you every step of the way, you fucking prick,” she screams.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my krasota.” I slap her arse, and she bucks against my shoulder as the sound echoes around the room.

I make my way to the staircase that leads down to the basement. She grabs hold of the doorway to prevent me from taking her any farther. I lift her skirt up to her waist and slap her arse. Skin on skin stings more, but she doesn’t let go. I growl in annoyance. “Let go, Victoria. You’re only making this worse on yourself.”

“Aw, what’s wrong? Mister dark and dangerous can’t control a fucking woman?” I smirk and sink my teeth into her arse cheek. It’s enough to break the skin and she flinches. “Ouch, you fucking bastard.” It has the desired effect, and she releases her death grip on the door frame.

It’s going to be fun breaking her tonight.

Sliding my hand between her legs, I press my palm overtop her underwear and feel that she’s already wet. “You might be telling me you don’t want this, but your body is deceiving you.”

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