Page 12 of Crown of Hate

She swallows hard, her throat bobbing. “I-I’ve had better.”

“Liar.” I nestle my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent before trailing kisses along her soft skin. She shivers when I lick the lobe of her ear. “When I’m done with you, there’ll be no more lies. You'll never want another man,malyshka. You’ll be screaming my name. That’s a promise.”

She’s panting now, teetering on the edge of control. Right where I want her.

“Dream on,” she whispers, but her voice wavers. “You’ll never get that chance.”

“There you go, lying again,” I whisper back. “Bet you're dripping wet right now. So turned on it hurts.”

I know because I’m in that same boat. My swollen cock is straining painfully against my slacks, begging to be freed.

“Get off me.” But as she says it, her hand finds my bulge, cupping it deliberately.

A guttural sound rips from somewhere deep inside as waves of relentless pleasure crash over me.Fuuuuck…

“Looks like you need me more than I need you,” she taunts.

Before I can retaliate, our car screeches to a halt. I glance out of the window and see my mansion looming before us. Ride’s over. Damn shame.

Pulling away, Alya shoves the door open, sneering at me as she climbs out.

Little. Minx.

I wait for my erection to partially subside before joining her.

“You can’t keep me here, Mikhail,” she says. “It won’t look good when the cops come knocking.”

I bite back a smirk. “The cops work for Ilya, sweetheart. They won’t come knocking unless I personally invite them over.”

Alya winces, then changes her tone. “Look, you’ve had your fun, but my mom is sick. I can’t just leave her. She’ll freak out if I don’t come home.”

For a split second, I almost feel a twinge of guilt—that is until I remember who that woman was married to.

“You will have phone privileges… occasionally.”

“And if I want to see her in person?”

I cup the back of her head, forcing her to look up at me. “There’s no time for that. When you speak to her, you’ll be a good girl and tell her you’ve found true love.”

She spits at my feet, eyes blazing. “I’d rather die than spew that bullshit.”

A laugh rips through me. “Welcome to hell,malyshka.” I grab her hand and drag her along with me.

Just as arranged, Alya’s new personal maid is already standing at the door, waiting for her. “Welcome, Ms. Varkov.”

Alya shoots me a confused look.

“Louisa, your personal maid,” I explain. “She’ll be taking care of you from now on.”

“This is fucking ridiculous. I’m not a child,” she snaps. “First, you strip me of my freedom, and now you’re giving me a glorified babysitter? Are fucking kidding me?”

“She’s not a babysitter. She’s here to assist you with whatever you need.” I nod to Louisa. “Show her to her room and get her something to eat.”

Alya hesitates, so I fix her with the kind of glare that usually puts men in the grave. She doesn’t keel over, but she does seem to realize that there’s no use resisting. This is happening.

“Fuck you,” she seethes.

I just watch, amused, as she reluctantly follows Louisa up the flight of stairs.

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