Page 67 of Sinful Lies

“I think you need a little lesson in respecting authority.” His hot breath scorches my cheek.

I try to claw at his chest, doing everything I can to try and push him away, but I’m nowhere near strong enough.

He grips both of my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head as he forces his legs between my own, knocking them apart.

My skirt rides up over my thighs, and he glances down, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he takes in the ample amount of skin on show.

I squirm, trying to free myself, but it only makes my skirt lift up even more.

I’m trapped, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“Please,” I sob as tears streak down my face.

“I think you just need a little reminder of how good it can be, Zara,” he purrs, his mouth barely an inch from mine.

I try to turn my head, but he grips my chin with his free hand, forcing me to look at him.

He presses himself between my thighs. “Then you might be more willing to do as I say when you know how good I’ll reward you.”

A strangled sound escapes my lips as I feel his hardness against my core.

Bile rises in my throat as he laughs, the sound making my skin crawl.

This is all just a game to him, one that I’ve already lost.

“We’ll have fun, Zara.” He releases my chin and moves his hand to my bare thigh.

His rough fingers trail along the inside, dangerously close to my panties?—

“Stop!” I scream just as the door to the office flies open.

One moment I’m pinned against the wall, and the next Giovanni is being ripped off me and thrown across the room by Dimitri.

Giovanni collides with his desk, shattering the glass top into a thousand pieces.

My legs buckle, and I fall to the floor, clutching at my throat as I try to take a breath.

“What did I tell you?” Dimitri storms over to where Giovanni lies in a pile of glass, groaning.

Blood already stains the carpet, and I know if Dimitri has his way, it’s about to get a hell of a lot worse.

“I warned you that if you touched her, I would put a bullet in your fucking skull.” Dimitri reaches into his jacket, pulling out a gun.

The sound of the safety clicking off makes me flinch.

I cry out as I take in the sight of Dimitri standing over Giovanni’s body, the gun aimed at his head.

He can’t do this here. The building is riddled with cameras. There’s no way in hell he’d be able to get away with it, and I can’t lose him.

Not when I’ve barely had a chance to have him.

“Dimitri.”

Dimitri turns and when he sees the look on my face, he lowers the gun.

He turns back to look down at Giovanni, and I can only watch, frozen, as he bends down and picks up a paperweight from among the glass slamming it against the side of Giovanni’s head, knocking him unconscious.

Dimitri gets to his feet and hurries over to me, crouching down and wrapping his arms around me. “Sladkaya zhizn’.”

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