Page 48 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

My words are his undoing.

One strong arm wraps around my waist as the other resumes its punishing thrusts. “You know nothing of darkness.” Rising to his feet, he carries me across the room, my legs automatically coiling around his waist. “Hell is my home, the Devil is my father, and blood is my air. I will break you, lisichka. You will live to regret this.”

“No,” I rasp, holding his manic stare. “You will.”

With a roar, Mik slams my back against the wall, his fingers sliding out of me. It isn’t until I hear chains rattling that I realize what’s happening.

A cold shackle clamps around my wrist, quickly followed by a second.

“The only thing I will ever regret is allowing your insolence.” Holding my stare, he licks my arousal off his fingers, his razor-sharp need severing the final layer of his humanity. With a labored breath, he grabs the thin scrap of material between my legs and glares at me. “Byt' ispugannym, lisichka. YA unichtozhu tebya.”

The words blacken my vision.

Be frightened, little fox. I will destroy you.

He tears the lace of my G-string in half. We stare at each other—predator to prey. All signs of decency are gone from his eyes as he viciously strokes himself, the smile curving his lips conjured from the darkest depths of depravity.

This is dangerous. This man admitted he’s looking for me, and now I’m at his mercy. If he came here for blood, I just handed him the knife.

“Mik…” It’s the only word I get out before he wraps a tattooed hand around my throat.

“Tell me you are afraid,” he demands through clenched teeth as his other hand hooks under my right thigh and anchors it around his waist. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

Tell him.

“No.”

I swear I hear the final snap of his control echo like a gunshot. A feral groan rips from his throat, and he slams inside me. The impact rips the breath from my lungs so viciously I can’t even scream.

What have I done?

I don’t have time to contemplate an answer. He jerks his hips back, and this time, I cry out as he drives back in. My mind blanks. I forget about warnings and threats and revenge. My world only revolves around the man fucking me like an animal.

The louder I shout, the tighter he grips my throat.

“Scream for me, lisichka. Let the whole club hear how I own you.”

A chaotic tornado swoops down and spins me toward destruction. “Shit! I’m coming!”

“Nyet! Not until I allow it.” Mik stills, my body screaming for release as he stares at me with the Devil in his eyes. “I own nothing in this world.” He flashes that icy smile while slamming his cock back into me. “But this pussy is very much mine.”

As if to erase any doubt, he pumps his hips like a man possessed. I should feel violated and used, but I don’t. Bathed in sin and drunk with power, I cry out as I come until there’s no breath left in my lungs.

“Fuck!” A string of Russian obscenities follows moments before he roars out his release. There are only a few precious beats of silence before his walls come slamming back down. “Keys,” he demands.

“What?”

“Where are the keys to the handcuffs?”

I’m too spent to bother with full sentences. “No key. Safety release. Button. Bottom.” My lips barely form the last word when my restraints release, and I drop to the floor like a worn rag doll. It’s only when I look up at him through the dissipating haze of lust that I realize what we’ve done—and where.

Oh my God.

I wanted to show my father I could be an asset to the Bratva.

Instead, I proved to be a liability.

I climb to my feet, simultaneously dressing while trying to figure out how to hack into the camera feeds when my phone chimes with an incoming text. Mik zips his jeans as I walk past him and scoop my discarded phone off the floor. As soon as the screen illuminates, I wish it hadn’t.

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