Page 63 of Dangerous Beginnings

Chapter 37

Good Girl

Isabella

I swallow hard, feeling a surge of fear rise within me. I know I’ve made a grave mistake, one that I will undoubtedly pay for dearly. But as I gaze up at Aslanov’s impassive face, I can’t help but wonder what punishment he has in store for me. I tried to talk to him, but he shushed me down.

I nervously fiddle with my fingers as after just 10 minutes we reach the porch again. So much anxiety fills me. He unlocks the car door, it swings open with force, the cold air coming in with him. Not a second later, he’s at my door, grabbing me by the upper arm while slamming the door shut behind me. His boots echo against the floor, as he drags me inside the house. I whimper against his strong hold. I know I won’t be able to escape from his reach and something warm inside of me doesn’t want to. When we reach the living room of the house, he pulls the jacket off me and throws it on the floor.

Pointing at my shoes I take them off, my fingers shaking while untying the laces. He doesn’t move, nor remove his coat or shoes. As I rise to my full height again, I’m now even smaller than before.

Without another word, Aslanov reaches out and grabs me by the neck, his grip unyielding. He pulls me to my feet and leads me out of the room, his steps purposeful and determined.

As we walk through the silent halls of the mansion, a sense of dread settles over me like a heavy blanket. I know that whatever awaits me on the other side of that door will be nothing short of a nightmare. As he pushes open the door and leads me intothe darkness beyond, I steel myself for whatever fate may await me, knowing that I am powerless to escape the clutches of a man like Aslanov. He leads me down a dimly lit corridor, the shadows seeming to dance around us like malevolent spirits. I can feel the weight of his gaze burning into my back, a constant reminder of the gravity of my transgression.

Finally, we reach a heavy wooden door at the end of the hallway. Aslanov pushes it open without hesitation, revealing a dimly lit room beyond. My heart pounds in my chest as I step inside, the air heavy with anticipation. I swallow my own heart down. It’s his room. It’s big and separated into three sections: a bedroom, an office, and a luxurious black bathroom. The click of the door behind me makes my back hairs stand up straight as it is followed by a locked sound. He locked the door. Suddenly the cold of the tile floor rushes through my veins.

I came here willingly, and I have a feeling that nothing will stop this man from doing everything he pleases to me. His words linger in my head.‘Once you’ve chosen you can crawl, cry, and beg all you want but nothing will stop me.’

“I am sofuckingdone with your behavior.”

“I’m so-”

His voice cuts me off immediately. “Quiet, you do not get to speak unless I grant you permission.”

My teeth click shut.

He walks around me like I’m the next prey he is about to catch. His cologne fills the room, and his tattoos look more black than normal under the dimly lit room. Dangerous, so very dangerous.

“I know you want to be agood girlfor me, yet you act like afuckingbrat.”

I’m about to get it. He’s going to murder me in cold blood. His tone is laced with venom. But the way he calls me a good girl sends heat down my body.

As he circles around me, his presence feels suffocating, like theair in the room is thick with tension. I can feel his gaze, weighing me down, dissecting me with every step he takes. My heart races, a wild drumbeat echoing in my chest. His words, dripping with both authority and desire, send shivers down my spine. I swallow hard, trying to push down the fear that threatens to consume me. But beneath the fear, there’s a flicker of something else—an inexplicable pull toward him, a dangerous allure that I can’t deny. With each passing moment, the space between us narrows, until finally, he stands before me, his eyes boring into mine with a predatory intensity. I can’t look away, can’t escape the magnetic force drawing me closer to him.

And then, with a voice as smooth as silk and as sharp as a blade, he whispers, “Now, show me just how good you can be. And perhaps I’ll reduce your punishment.” As his words hang in the air, a wave of anticipation crashes over me, mingling with the fear that courses through my veins. His proximity is overwhelming, his presence dominating the room like a predator staking its claim. I can feel the weight of his expectations pressing down on me, urging me to comply, to surrender to his will. My mind races, searching for a way out, a shred of defiance to cling to, but all I find is the undeniable pull ofsubmission. I know what he wants.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, I lower myself to my knees, the cool tile biting into my skin as I sink before him. His gaze is unwavering, dark, and intense, stripping away any pretense of resistance. With a flicker of something primal in his eyes, he reaches out, tracing a finger along the curve of my jaw, sending sparks of electricity dancing across my skin. I shiver, unable to tear my gaze away from his, transfixed by the raw hunger burning within them. And then, without a word, he leans in close, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, “That’s agoodgirl.” He pushes my gaze towards the ground. “Respect is earned. Maybe by the end of this, you can look me in the eyesagain.”

As I sit there, my gaze fixed on the floor, he begins to speak, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

“Youdisappointme,” he says, his tone heavy with reproach. My stomach starts to feel sick as he pronounces those words. “You may speak now.”

Feeling the weight of his disappointment settle like a stone in the pit of my stomach. “I…I’m sorry,” I mumble, unable to meet his gaze.

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” he replies, his voice stern, cutting me off.

I swallow hard, feeling a surge of guilt wash over me. “I didn’t mean to,” I protested weakly. “I just…”

“Just what?” he interrupts, his tone sharp. “Just thought you could do as you pleased?”

I shake my head. His boots click against the floor as he walks around me. I don’t dare to take my eyes off the floor. For a minute his presence feels further away, giving me space to breathe. The room echoes the sound of a bottle opening and liquid being poured.

“Sneaking out, leaving the house. Something bad could have happened, even with Dominik.”

Not long after his presence returns behind me. Does he care? The thought fills me from within like a warm summer breeze. It shouldn’t matter, but it does. He walks behind me before speaking again.

“Maybe you have forgotten who I am?”

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