Page 473 of Rage

Dimitry stood up, and the calculated way he approached me reminded me of a hunter. I could tell he was gauging my reactions while closing more and more of the space between us with each step.

I thrust my breasts forward, drawing his attention to them. Arousal spiked through me, too, as lust coursed through his eyes, but I was still going to count that as a victory point.

The brute fidgeted next to me and took a step backward, offering his boss more space. Dimitry walked around me, the close proximity making me feel as if electricity danced through my veins.

Focus, Katherine! You need to get the fuck out of here before he…

Before he what?

Sends me in multiple parts back to my husband?

Fucks me?

I dreaded the first option, but I wasn’t sure I liked the way that I shivered at the second or the wave of warmth that washed over me. I avoided Dimitry’s gaze, and as I angled my head, I noticed the brute’s knife, tangling at his belt.

Maybe…

Fuck, this was both stupid and crazy, but if I managed to at least hurt him, or better, kill him, his men should be panicking enough for me to run away. Dimitry continued to circle around me. An electric shock zinged to my clit as he trailed his fingers through my long hair.

He barely touched me, but it had been enough to cover me in goosebumps and make my body react in ways I wasn’t sure I liked. For fuck’s sake, he was hot, but I couldn’t be attracted to him. I had to focus on my escape. This was only me confusing fear with arousal, nothing else.

And yet, I could feel my panties dampening with every swirl of his fingers.

Dimitry stopped on my left, mere inches away. A rush of heat flushed my face. God, I needed to concentrate on what I had to do. I glanced at the knife again. I could do it. It wouldn’t be the first time I had to attack someone to save myself or someone close to me.

I stopped thinking and let my instinct guide me.

The brute didn’t even have time to react as I leaned toward him and stole the weapon. Dimitry did, though, and exactly as I tried to stab his neck, he grabbed my hand.

His calmness shocked me, his reaction contrasting with the way my heart pounded so wildly that I thought I was having a heart attack.

I missed. I’m fucked.

Dimitry smiled, and God, his grin scared me more than if he had been angry, yelling, kicking, and throwing things around.He tightened his hold on my wrist enough to make me whimper and drop the knife, and yet, not enough to hurt me.

His men moved toward me, but he barked them an order and all of them froze. My mind was in overdrive searching for solutions, and I was sure at this point my fear was visible, no matter how much I was trying to control it.

“Such a bad kitten,” Dimitry murmured in that calm, soothing voice that pricked my hair. “Give me the knife.”

It took my brain a moment to realize he had given that order to me. He released my hand and waited. Was he serious about this? What was the catch? He wanted me to give him the weapon just for him to kill me with it?

If I took it, I could attack him again. Maybe this time I could actually manage to hurt him. No, he wouldn’t have given that order to me if I had really been a danger to him.

What does he want to prove with this?

Dimitry seemed to love my turmoil. He kept silent, watching me with amusement and curiosity written all over his face.

Swallowing hard, I knelt in front of him and retrieved the knife. Fuck, the position made me stare at his crotch, and my pussy clenched. What the hell was wrong with me? He could have killed me at any moment and I was thinking about fucking him.

Thankfully, the coldness of the metal brought my senses back enough to make me stop staring at that huge bulge in his pants and asking myself how big he was. I stood up slowly, my fingers tightening around the handle.

Should I attack him again? Is this a test?

Dimitry waited calmly, his face indecipherable. I swallowed hard and offered him the weapon, looking directly into his eyes. If he was going to kill me with it, at least I could take some pride in dying with my head held high.

His fingers touched mine as he took it from me. Tingles ran up my arm, and the tension inside my core jerked and spread. He inched closer, the distance between us so small now that I could feel his minty breath against my face.

“You failed me,” he said. “And I don’t like to be failed.”

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