Page 28 of Cruel Bet

“Is the food this delicious there?” I ask, popping a salmon roll into my mouth and savoring the taste.

“Better,” he replies.

“What’s it like?” I ask.

He considers my question and then proceeds to describe the country and its capital, Tokyo, in great detail. As he describes it, I can almost imagine I’m there.

“I’d love to go someday,” I say wistfully.

“I could take you,” he says.

“Oh yes, because you’re in the habit of taking captives on vacations, are you?” I reply sarcastically.

“You don’t have to be a captive, you could tell me what you know, and then…”

“And then what? I know you’re going to have to get married soon. That it’s been agreed as part of an alliance. So what, I’d be your mistress to tote around on your arm like a trophy? Or your plaything to keep locked away?” I snap.

The absurdity of the idea of any sort of future between us seems to dawn on us both. We’re not a couple having a nice normal date. He’s a Bratva Pakhan and I’m his captive and the daughter of a rival. There’s no happy ending for us. Especially not once I tell him what I know.

The muscle in his jaw twitches and I know I’ve hit a nerve, that I’m ruining a nice evening, but I can’t help myself. I keep going.

“This life might suit you Nikolai, but I never wanted any of it. Not the money, the power, none of it. What my father does, who he is, it sickens me. I want out. I want to be free and far away from the Mafia life.”

“Did it ever occur to you that I’m just as trapped as you? That I didn’t choose this either?” he replies in his usual calm, level tone, though there’s a fire in his eyes.

“Your father is dead. You didn’t have to take over, to become Pakhan, you could have walked away,” I challenge.

“It’s not that simple.”

“It is. Admit it, you like it. You like the power, the control, being feared,” I declare.

His eyes smolder and he leans closer to me, his stance slow and controlled like a stalking lion about to pounce.

“Yes, I do,” he admits, “I am honest to myself and others about who I am and what I want. Perhaps you should try it sometime.”

“I am,” I retort angrily.

“No. You’re not. You say you want your freedom. You pretend that you hate me, that you want to be anywhere else. But the one thing that would set you free, the information you have, you won’t share,” he says, his tone silky smooth and dangerous.

He stands, coming round the table behind me. He places his hands on my shoulders, leaning down to whisper the words in my ear.

“I think you like being my captive. You want to be my plaything.”

My breath hitches and I squirm with arousal, my nipples harden, clearly visible beneath the thin material of my dress, showing him just how much he’s affecting me.

“It’s not that simple,” I say, echoing his words.

“I was hoping you’d say that,kukolka. I’m going to enjoy making you tell me,” he purrs.

In one swift tug, he rips the spaghetti straps of my dress, causing the material to fall, exposing my bare breasts. He squeezes and fondles them, teasing the nipples and making them even harder. His touch sends jolts of electricity through my body and between my legs. I let out a gasp and he wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me to stand while the other pulls the chair out from under me.

I try to turn around, but he’s pinned me in place against his strong chest. His hands tear away the rest of my dress and he bends me over the table, sending the remainder of dinner crashing to the floor. I’m soaking wet and ready for him when he quickly pulls his cock out and enters me from behind.

I cry out, a mix of pleasure and pain at the abrupt entry, he’s so big and the angle is different, it feels so full and tight. He thrusts in and out in hard, angry strokes that feel unlike every other time we’ve had sex. So, thisis what he meant when he said he fucked. It feels so intense but so fucking good at the same time.

“Fuck, you feel so tight,” he growls, thrusting harder.

He reaches around and uses his fingers to play with my clit, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I’m soakingwet and I feel like my legs could buckle from underneath me. Unlike other times, I can’t move and grind against him. He’s the one in control. He sharply slaps me on the ass, causing me to scream out loud again. I didn’t think I’d like being spanked but somehow, the way he does it makes me even more aroused.

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