Page 3 of Dark Embers

“That's right, whore, beg for it,” I growl. “And if your pleading pleases me, I might fill you with my cock.”

“Please, master, I beg of you, let me come and…

Just as she’s about to break—

There is more thumping on the dungeon door.

“What the fuck!” I bark. My head snaps toward the door, fury rising in my chest as my pulse throbs in my temples.

Whoever is behind that door better be ready to fucking bleed. I pull my fingers from my sub’s cunt, leaving her empty, desperate, her breath shuddering as she realizes I’m denying her release.

A strangled cry escapes her lips.

I turn toward the door as it swings open.

Sydney Purdy, my head of security strides in like she owns the place.

Tall, lean, with a body most men would die to possess and a black bob framing her deceptively beautiful face—the one that never gives away what she’s thinking. Her blue eyes don’t flicker once as they take in the scene before her. She doesn’t even flinch at my nakedness or the woman strapped to the wall of my dungeon.

Her gaze barely shifts to the woman bound before me—naked and squirming desperately.

“I know you hate being interrupted during your play time.” Her tone is crisp, professional underlined by a British accent. “But you’re needed. Urgently.”

My eyes narrow, and my gut twists as I realize there are only a few reasons Sydney would interrupt my dungeon time. We’re under attack, or someone died and right now she’s giving off the someone died vibe. A chill creeps up my spine instantly extinguishing my desire.

I step forward, shirtless, sweat still cooling on my skin. “Who?” I ask, holding her eyes with mine.

“It’s your brother,” she says, voice lowering.

The blood in my veins turns to ice.

I snatch my shirt from the chair, pulling it over my head in one quick motion. I glance at the woman still trembling, her body taut from denied pleasure. I brush past Sydney, my voice low, commanding.

“See to her.” My head tilts towards the woman.

Sydney doesn’t hesitate. “Of course.”

The moment I enter the hallway, Ivan Golubev, my second in command and close friend, steps in stride beside me.

“What’s going on?” I demand as we head toward the front door where I have no doubt that Ivan’s cousin and my third in command after Syd, Lev Tarasov will have the SUV waiting for us.

“Pavel called,” Ivan fills me in as I walk through the front door to where the SUV is idling at the bottom of the stairs. “Someone threw a Molotov cocktail through Gavriil’s living room window.”

“Jesus!” My eyes widen. “Are my brother and Irina okay?”

“Irina and Gavriil were having a drink in the living room when it happened,” Ivan tells me. “But luckily your brother is fanatical about keeping fire extinguishers all over the house. Between him and Pavel they managed to put the fire out before it caused major damage besides shaking Irina up.”

He pulls the back door open for me and I slide inside.

“Hey boss,” Lev greets me. “Where’s Syd?”

“Taking care of my guest,” I answer and turn toward Ivan, sliding into the front passenger seat. “How the fuck did someone get close enough to throw that shit through my brother’s window?”

“That’s what we’re going to find out,” Syd says, climbing in beside me. Her eyes catch mine. “By the way your guest is taken care of. I got Mikhail to take her home.”

“Thank you.”

As she pulls the door shut Lev pulls off heading for my brother’s house that is ten minutes away from where I’m staying at my cousin Radomir’s estate.

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