Page 55 of The Lazarov Bratva

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KRISTOF

I was wrong.

It isn’t the alcohol that gives Alena such an attitude. It seems like it’s always existed underneath the surface and she hasn’t had an outlet.

Now she lies before me, sarcasm dripping lightly from her words, and I’m a little amused.

I’d prepared myself earlier for being yelled at, sworn at, and cursed out to high heaven, but instead, Alena is a surprise. Her hungriness for me last night wasn’t a fluke.

Or it’s a trick.

Frankly, it matters little. I’m happy to push her as far as I desire, and if she’s telling the truth, it won’t be a problem. If she’s lying, I’ll fuck some sense into her.

She glares at me from the pillow, her earlier fear and hysteria completely absent from her striking eyes. She holds so much power over me, and part of that is frustrating. I don’t like feeling weak, and yet her skin burns against my palm, like her touch is forgiven.

“You should know by now, Alena,” I say as I slowly untie her left ankle. “I’m a man with little patience.”

“Right now, I don’t really care,” Alena snaps. I brace myself as the rope slips loose, expecting her to try and kick me. Part of me would revel in the fight, but she doesn’t. Her earlier struggles have imprinted the pattern of the rope on her ankle, and I trace the indents with one finger, then I untie her second ankle.

“Are you sure?”

“I mean, I care that you’re untying me, so that feels like a victory,” she retorts, and when I glance up at her, her eyes flash brightly.

She’s so fucking cocky. Something dark curls inside me, and I quickly untie her left wrist. As I work on her right, she sits up slowly, and the temptation of freedom has clearly lifted her spirits. An assumption she never should have made.

As the rope falls loose from her last wrist, my hand shoots out and wraps around her narrow throat. She squeaks in surprise and one hand curls around my wrist, but I pay it no mind. It takes little effort to drag her from the bed, open the hatch on top of the cage, and toss her inside. It’s spacious enough for her, and she’s so light that I can move fast enough that she barely has time to react.

The cage shudders as she lands, and I shut the door, locking it firmly and pocketing the key. The cage is spacious but small enough that she can only sit up before she hits the bars. Which she does immediately with both hands, and the metal shakes under the impact.

“What the hell? I’m not some fucking dog that you can lock away,” she snarls, and she grips two bars with her fists. “Let me out!”

“Maybe not.” I smirk, dropping to my haunches so we’re at eye level and biting back a wince as the crotch of my jeans presses into my hardening cock. “But you’re in need of some training.”

“Fuck you! I’m trying to help you here, but you’re just an asshole!”

“Help me?” I raise one brow. “Alena, you will be whatever I want you to be, do you understand? Right now, you’re my dog if that’s what I desire, and you can’t do anything about it. You said you would have come willingly, but this?” I indicate the cage. “This tells me you can’t be trusted.”

“Because I don’t want to be in a cage?” Alena rattles the bars again with such force that the sway of her naked breasts catches my attention.

Desire pools hot in my gut, and I drop one hand to rub at my crotch, trying to ease the pressure there. Her eyes snap down, and her lower lip trembles slightly. The signs are there, and after last night’s display, I’m certain that she’s desperate for attention. I just need to work it out of her in the right way.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you.” I continue to rub my crotch, and her eyes don’t leave my hand. “Your parents kept you in the cage and I didn’t hear so much as a bark out of you.”

“That’s different,” she snaps, and she glares up at me. “They didn’t lock me behind bars.”

“Not ones you could see,” I point out. “But if you want to be a brat, like I said before, I excel in taming them. You think you can act out, yell at me, disrespect me? Alena, I enjoy punishments just as much as pleasure, and by the time I’m finished with you, you will learn that I always get what I want.”

“You’re fucked up,” she snaps, and I laugh deeply as I stand back up.

“Now you’re flirting.”

“I’m serious! I mean, who kidnaps someone they’re interested in if they have even a stroke of sanity?” Her cheeks flush darker, and her knuckles bleed white from her grip. “I can’t believe I had a crush on you.”

“We both know you still do,” I reply, keeping my voice low. “I can see your pussy glistening from here, Alena. Your body knows what you want, even if your bratty attitude is getting in the way. Is it because you feel wanted for the first time in your little life?”

Her cheeks flare purple, and she tries to move herself and close her thighs together, but it makes no difference. I’ve already seen what I need to.

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