Page 486 of Rage

Dimitry placed the tray beside me, and my stomach let out another growl.

“These are your favorites, aren’t they?”

I narrowed my eyes as he sat on the bed.

“How do you know?”

“I have my sources. Eat.”

That had definitely been an order, and that irritated me and made my inner brat snort. Why was he so eager to see me eating this? Did he put something in it? I glanced again at the food, and my stomach churned.

Fuck, it looks so good.

“Katherine. Eat!”

“No, thank you,” I replied coldly.

How the fuck does he know these are my comfort foods? I don’t remember eating them when outside, our chef wasalways preparing them for me at home. Does he have spies in Ivan’s house?

Dimitry took the knife and fork, cutting the food into slices. I swallowed hard, realizing I’d noticed the cutlery earlier but hadn’t even thought of using it as a weapon. Shouldn’t that have been my first instinct? To try to hurt or kill him?

Dimitry took a few pieces of chicken breasts and mashed potatoes, his eyes fixed on mine as he chewed. Once swallowing, he made a perfect bite for me and brought it to my lips.

“I don’t poison or drug people or whatever you imagine, kitten. I kill directly, and if I wanted you dead, you would already be. Now eat.”

His voice was level, the authority in it making me feel a strange mix of arousal and irritation. Why did he care if I ate or not? That was my problem, not his. My stomach protested, but I held my ground.

“Katya.”

I knew it was safe to eat, and yet, the fact that he was ordering me to accept it strengthened my stubbornness. As I crossed my arms across my chest, I accidentally dropped the wedding ring.

Before I could pick it up, he took it from me. A pang of guilt hit me as I realized I didn’t care. Another pang hit me as I realized I wasn’t thinking just about the ring.

“I’ll give it back after you eat.”

I looked at him again. What the hell was his plan? Did he just want to make sure I wouldn’t starve to death and ruin his scheme against my husband?

Dimitry sighed and rolled his eyes.

“We can stay all night and debate this, but you’re going to end up eating something.”

I raised a brow, my inner slut suddenly awakened. Before I could stop myself, I asked, “Something?”

Fuck, what the hell was I doing? Was I flirting with him? Well, a naughty part of me had some lewd ideas about what I could eat, though. My eyes fell to his crotch, and a flush of heat claimed my neck and face as I saw his bulge growing right under my gaze.

Okay, I had to admit, that made me feel powerful.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, exasperated. “Katya, I’m serious. Eat. Now.”

He brought the food again to my mouth, the delicious smell making my stomach growl. I wasn’t sure if it was my hunger or the authority on his voice, or the filthy thoughts that had floated through my head earlier, but I parted my lips and took the bite.

“Good girl.”

Fuck!

I almost choked on the food. Tingles of electricity ran under my skin and slickness flooded my pussy. Why was it so arousing to hear him say those two words to me? Dimitry smirked, and I cursed myself realizing he had noticed my reaction.

Yet, as he brought another bite to my lips, I obeyed. Partly because I was starving, partly because a slutty side of me wanted to hear him saying them again. Yeah, I refused to acknowledge that side of me.

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