Page 45 of Used By the Bratva

Yesterday was too much. He toyed with my head and my body and gave me too many orgasms to count. Proving to me that he can take what he wants when he wants it, and I can’t do anything about it. But he made me feel alive and desired as I never was before, even though he said he was punishing me.

I gladly accept his punishments any day. No, no, what am I thinking?

As I go to the bathroom to get cleaned up, I know he was right. He’s ruined me for anyone else.

Mafia boss he may be, but this man can fuck better than anyone I’ve ever known. Leon has driven me to the brink of obliteration. The things he did to me, how deliberate he was with every touch, how he drove me to the edge of the abyss and brought me back with just the crook of a finger. And the things he did with his tongue.

I lean over the sink, letting the water run cold for a few seconds before splashing it on my face.

After cleaning up, I head to the closet, looking through the clothing Leon had delivered a few days ago. Most of it is nothing I ever thought about wearing: tight jeans with rips in the thighs, corseted tops designed to show off my breasts.

If this is what he wants to see me in, then maybe I can oblige. Just to keep him happy until I can come up with another plan.

However, a plan without him in my life seems rather pointless.

With every day that passes, it gets harder and harder to figure out where I belong. And there are still so many unanswered questions.

I pull out one of the black bustier tops and reach for a pair of light jeans. It might be a little overdressed for breakfast. To dress it down a little, I dig through the closet until I find a white linen button-up shirt. And luckily, there's plenty of beautiful underwear to choose from, so I opt for a lovely white lace bralette and leave the shirt's top buttons undone, just far enough to let a little lace peek through.

It takes me a few minutes to get dressed and dab some makeup on the dark circles under my eyes, but I can do nothing about the hickeys on my neck and the scratches on my wrists.

There’s a knock at the door as I pull on the button-up hanging loosely over my jeans.

I stride to the door and yank it open, knowing he won’t be on the other side because he would never stoop to knocking on the door. No, he would barge in and tell me that I have no privacy when it comes to him.

Not that it matters.

I have no choice but to listen to him now.

If I don’t, he’ll kill the only people in the world I care about.

Rosalie looks at me, her lips pursing together, highlighting the soft wrinkles forming on her forehead.

“Mr. Orlov is expecting you to join him for breakfast in the sunroom today.”

“You are still here.” I pause because I don't know what to say to her. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to get out of here, and I figured you'd probably get in trouble for it, but I couldn’t stay.”

Rosalie looks at me for a moment. “It doesn’t matter. What happened is over, and it’s time to move on. That means you should get downstairs before he comes looking for you.”

I nod and scurry past her, heading down the stairs and to the sunroom.

Leon sits at a small white bistro table in front of the windows, plates of waffles and fresh fruit in front of him.

I sit down opposite him, but something doesn’t smell quite right.

He looks up at me as he cuts his waffle into pieces, spears a small sliver and a strawberry before popping it into his mouth,

The strange smell gets up my nose again, making me clamp a hand over my mouth and retch.

“Rosalie,” I call out as she passes the door. I hold the plate out to her and try to breathe through my mouth, so I don’t have to smell whatever bothers me. “Can you take that away, please?”

She nods, stepping into the room and grabbing the plate. “Is there anything else you would like instead?”

“Maybe some oatmeal, please, and strawberries.”

“One moment.” Rosalie leaves the room while Leon eyes me from the other side of the table.

He grins, and his gaze falls on one of the hickeys on my neck. “I would have thought you’d be ravenous after last night.”

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