Page 72 of Brutal Promise

“Yes. So?” He waits as if my opinion is more important than all the other stuff he needs to get done.

“I love it.” I cover my mouth and try to stifle a squeal of excitement. This is every fashionista’s wet dream.

“Great. Then I expect you to get some sleep because I’m horny, and I’m going to fuck you when I get back.” His eyes drill into me with a fierce desire that causes my ovaries to clench in anticipation.

“I’m going to take our play further, and you’ll love it.”

He takes three long strides, roughly pulls me into his arms, ravages my lips, and then releases me.

“That’s a preview of what’s to come.”

He turns to leave. With my imagination running wild and my panties wet, I don’t want him to go.

“Wait.”

He stops at the door.

“Fuck me now.”

With one eyebrow raised, he says, “Nice try, but I make the rules.”

He leaves, much to my dismay. My heart is racing at the anticipation of having his cock buried in my pussy.

Damn it.

I throw my purse on the dresser and start yanking the drawers open, looking for sexy lingerie to wear. I’ll show him.

I find a studded leather bra with matching undies.Interesting.

I also find a padded blindfold like people wear to sleep and wonder why it’s not with the nighties.

I pin my hair into a messy bun and undress, throwing my clothes in the hamper. In the bathroom, I notice a basket full of scented soaps and bath bombs displayed next to a jacuzzi tub big enough to fit two people easily.

The man has thought of everything.

Almost.

I sniff all the soaps and select one that smells like cashmere, and head to the shower. After a long luxurious shower, I towel off and rub a lotion over my body. I have no problem getting into the leather bra, but it takes two attempts to get the matching panties on correctly.

I’m thirsty and hope to get downstairs and back without getting lost. The marble floors are cold, so I find a pair of slippers. I secure a silk robe around me and tie the sash.

I enter the hallway and retrace my steps down the corridor and staircase. In the kitchen, I find a glass in a cupboard and fill it with tap water. I guzzle it and turn to go back when I hear male voices. My curiosity leads me to a dimly lit room at the end of a long hallway.

I peek around the door and see that it’s a library, and the only light is coming from a smoldering fire in the fireplace. Milan and another man are sitting with their backs to me. Dmitry is sitting on a black leather couch facing the door. His eyes meet mine, and he is not happy to see me. He says something in Russian and flies off the couch.

“What are you doing?”

“I got water in the kitchen and heard voices.” My eyes beseech him not to make a scene.

He takes my arm roughly and pushes me up against the wall.

“You are mine. No one is to see your nakedness but me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I mumble feebly. His aggressiveness makes me weak in the knees. I’m turned on but also worried he might hit me. What did I get myself into?

“Upstairs, now.” He barks his order.

I turn to go, but he grabs me by the neck to prevent me from leaving. I search his face to discern his mood.

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