Page 70 of Hear Me Roar

Igasped.

In my harrowed state, I'd forgotten all about her. But now, as she stood here before me, in as much danger as I was, the last words I’d heard before blacking out instantly rung out in myhead.

Don't forget the little blonde onetoo.

“She was banging on the door, boss,” said Maksim, in explanation for their abruptentrance.

Dimitri nodded in understanding and cocked his head to one side, his focus swiftly shifting to Hazel in a way I knew too well. “Not a fan of thedark?”

Everyone waited in silence for her answer, but it never came, her frightful brown eyes trained on me, and me only. The distress swimming within them wasn’t fear for herself, though; no, it was fear for me because she knew. She knew the extent of Dimitri’s madness and now, she was caught in the eye of the storm. I prayed to whatever God might hear me that she wouldn’t have to live through it too. Her being here was enough of a nightmare, a nightmare that was my fault, and if she had to endure what I knew was undoubtedly coming my way, I didn’t know that I could live with myself after thefact.

The seconds ticked by until finally Dimitri sighed profoundly. “Very well, seat her over there,” he instructed Maksim, motioning toward a dingy couch in thecorner.

Doing as he was bid, Maksim tossed Hazel onto the couch and dropped down beside her, crossing a trouser-clad leg over his knee at the ankle as Dimitri turned back to me, a sinister grin spreading across hisface.

“Where werewe?”

“Let her go,” Hazel gritted out, stilling Dimitri inplace.

No.

He swiveled his head toward her. “You’re lucky you are of value to me, Miss Perry. I do not tolerate women speaking out ofplace.”

“Well then, Mr. Petrova, welcome to the twenty-first century, where women are allowed to speak whenever the hell they want,” she countered, seeminglyunfazed.

Shocked gasps resounded around the room and I felt myself blanch. This was going to get very ugly,veryquickly if I didn’t warn her. But what was I supposed to do? I couldn’t very well just belt itout.

“Let this be your last warning… You were safer in the hold, but you make too much noise, so now you are here. Take a moment to realize, you are no longer alone. Don’t be foolish, little girl,” he growledlethally.

Please don’t answer back, please don’t answer back,I pleaded with her silently, willing her with my stare to look my way. And she did, thank fuck, biting her cheeks together when I shook my head as subtly aspossible.

“Much better,” Dimitri purred in satisfaction, pivoting toward his guests. “Now, gentleman. My apologies for yet another delay. I realize our time has been cut a bit short, but shall weproceed?”

I guess a simple grunt and a clink of their glasses was the universal code for ‘yes’ amongst these men because seconds later, I found myself face front onto the metal table with Dimitri looming behind me. His length, though not nearly erect, pressed into my backside, shooting bile up my throat. At this angle, I could see the audience clearly. They were intrigued, some sipping from their tumblers, others reclined comfortably in their seats. Was he really about to do this in front ofthem?

Yes, yes, hewas.

Hands that once felt so familiar skimmed up my legs, hiking my dress up with them the higher they went, until the fabric no longer covered my ass. He fondled me roughly, spreading my ass cheeks apart, spanking me with harsh slaps. At one point, he even dropped a glob of saliva right at the tightened entrance and massaged it in, which in turn drew a mortified whimper from mythroat.

“Up on the table,Mishka,” he demanded, ensuring every set of eyes was onme.

Belittled as I felt, I did as I was told, climbing onto the metal surface. Dimitri whistled and my blood ran cold as the two puppeteers rose from their seats and started towardus.

God, no. Please. One isenough.

But they didn’t touch me, instead taking hold of the rope ends once more and promptly returning the way theycame.

I breathed a slight sigh of relief, but relief didn’t last long. In fact, relief turned into agony as Dimitri slid his finger into my rectum without warning. I gasped at the sudden invasion and cringed through the burn as he pumped it in and out, trying my damndest to relax. It hurt less when I wasn’t so tense, but even then, it hurt from the lack oflubrication.

“Lay your head down,” he ordered, his voice hushed, and although I couldn’t see him, I knew he was thoroughly enjoyingthis.

But his demand called for more. A finger wasn’tsuffice...

‘Dimitri, p-please,” I pleaded softly, regardless of the fact I knewbetter.

“I will not ask again, Maya. Laydown.”

“Please don’t do this; not in front of all these people. I’m sorry I ran. I won’t ever do itag-”

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