Page 10 of Dancing With Delusion

He shakes his head and pulls out his mobile phone. “This is the CCTV from the Range Rover last night,” he begins, handing me the phone.

I stare at the image of my krasota. She really did look perfect in that dress. I watch the way her lip curls in the same way it does when she’s up to no good. My eyes narrow as she shimmies her dress up to her waist and slips out of her underwear. My body stiffens. “Who has seen this?” I ask, gripping the phone until my fingers turn white.

“Just me . . . and Marshall, of course.”

Blood pumps loudly in my ears, and I go to the office with Nik hot on my heels. I turn the audio up, listening as my krasota teases Marshall. “Are you hard, Marshall?”

“Call him. Tell him to meet us back at the manor now.”

My anger rises with each passing minute, and by the time we pull to a stop outside the house, I’m ready for murder. I rush up the steps, taking Marshall by surprise when I storm through the doors. “Office,” I bark, heading that way.

Once inside, Nik closes the door and I round my desk, keeping my murderous expression fixed on Marshall. “You didn’t think you should call me, no?” I demand.

Marshall fidgets uncomfortably. “Boss, I’m so sor?—”

“But you decided to stay in the car and watch my nevesta fuck herself. Did you get hard, Marshall? Did my soon-to-be wife make you hard?”

He keeps his eyes trained on the ground. “No, Boss.”

“Is she not beautiful?”

“Dmitry,” mutters Nik, giving me a look that tells me he thinks I’m being too hard.

“He saw her fucking cunt,” I yell, slamming my hands down on the desk. “And then he showed you.”

“He panicked,” Nik argues. “We know what you’re like over her.” My eyes widen in surprise, and I see the instant regret in his expression. “Apologies, Boss. I’m out of line.”

“Take Marshall out to the barn,” I order. “Start without me.”

Nik looks torn, but Marshall gives him a reassuring smile and follows him from the office without a fuss. He knows there are consequences for his lack of respect towards me.

I find Victoria in the living room reading a book. She looks up with uncertainty in her eyes as I enter. “Is there anything you need to tell me, my krasota?” I ask, trailing my fingers over the back of the couch, pausing when I’m behind her.

“Now you want to talk?” she asks, arching a brow.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” I lean down until my mouth is brushing the skin on her neck. She automatically tilts her head to give me access, but I don’t take it any further. “Did you think my men wouldn’t tell me?”

“That depends on what you’re talking about.”

I give a little laugh. “Are you hard, Marshall?” I repeat her words from the Range Rover, and she stiffens slightly before uncurling her legs from under her and twisting in her seat so she’s facing me.

She smirks, arching a brow. “Oh, that. No, Dmitry, it wasn’t supposed to be a secret. I was counting on you finding out.”

I should have expected her answer. Of course, she did it to piss me off. It’s how she works. But after everything she did, it’s the final straw. “That’s a shame, my krasota.” I stand and stride towards the door. “I really liked Marshall.”

Victoria scrambles to her feet and races after me, catching my arm as I descend the steps outside. “What are you talking about?”

My lips curl into what I hope is a cruel smile. “I cannot beat you, Victoria, and trust me, I am itching to teach you a lesson. So, Marshall will pay the price for your childish games.”

“No,” she cries, grabbing at my arm again. My strides are no match for her, and she struggles to keep up as I make my way around the back of the house towards the barn. I ignore the way she occasionally lets out a string of curse words, noting she’s got nothing on her feet as she runs across the stones.

Marshall is already on his knees, his face bloody. Nik steps back, out of breath and sweating as he grabs a cloth to wipe his knuckles. Victoria finally catches up, running into the barn and stopping dead in her tracks. “No,” she whispers before closing the distance between them and dropping to her knees. I watch as she cups his face. “I’m so sorry,” she cries. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Marshall doesn’t respond. He wouldn’t dare. I give a nod to Nik, who grabs Victoria a little too roughly and pulls her away from Marshall. She kicks and screams, trying her best to escape him. I shrug from my jacket and place it neatly over the gate, then I unfasten the gold cufflinks that Victoria bought me last week and tuck them safely in my pocket before rolling up my sleeves.

“Dmitry,” she cries, “please don’t do this.”

“I didn’t do this, Victoria,” I snap. “You did.” I punch Marshall in the face, and he falls back, landing in a heap.

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