Page 12 of Dangerous Vengeance

And that’s why Matty gets to me. Fuck, why do I call him that? He’s Matvey; he’s not my friend or my sexual partner. He’s a dangerous criminal who just happens to have me captive here and whose body is chiseled like a fucking Greek god. I don’t want to die, but if he’s going to kill me anyway, at least I can enjoy some incredible sex before I go. Right? He thinks he’s teaching me a lesson. The only thing he’s teaching me is that he has a weakness for me.

If he really wanted to hurt me, he’d just kill me. Or worse, kill my family in front of me. I have too many nasty rape fantasies to be taught a lesson by his aggressive sex play. I eat this shit up.

The door opens and Flynn walks in carrying a light purple swath of material which he tosses at me. “Get dressed. He wants you for dinner.”

I sit up and scowl at him. “No.”

“I didn’t ask.” His glare follows me as I reach for the material which turns out to be a dress. It appears to be my size. It’s about time he gave me something to wear. I’ve been using a bath towel as a garment since the first night when he tore my clothes off of me. What I wouldn’t do for a clean pair of panties.

Huffing out a sigh, I take the dress and slide it on over my head. As I stand it drops around my body and I smooth the sheer material. It’s light and flowy, much like the style I’d wear if I were attending a wedding or baby shower. I walk to the mirror and see that it fits quite well sleeveless, with a classic V neckline. The bit of elastic in the center of my back makes it hug my curves, revealing a bit more cleavage that I’d normally show, but at least I’m covered.

“I’m hardly dressed for dinner. I need shoes, panties… Something to do my hair.” I watch Flynn’s reflection in the mirror, and he scowls at me.

“Let’s go.”

For a second, I stay put, staring at him. I’m not even given the basic necessities of life, like a fucking toothbrush, but Matvey sends me a dress and demands my company for dinner? Fuck him. And fuck this place. I turn to protest and Flynn walks to the door.

“Are you coming, or do I have to carry you?”

“I’m coming,” I snap, following him.

The marble floors are cold against my feet. I whip my hair up into a topknot as we head down the stairs. My pussy is still raw, but it doesn’t sting when I piss anymore. Still, when I walk it reminds me of how tender it was, and I think of Matvey’s promise to claim my asshole too. I shudder thinking how much it might hurt but the thought arouses me a little.

Flynn leads me to a massive dining room where a table large enough for eight people stretches beneath a large chandelier similar to the one in the entryway of the home. Claw feet hold the solid oak up and Matvey sits at the head of the table smirking at me.

“I see the dress fits you nicely.” He watches as I approach and Flynn leaves. I glance at him, sort of nervous to be left alone here. I’ve had plenty of time to think of how I will respond to him, but all that practice is gone, flown out the window when I see how devastatingly attractive he is in a black suit with silver cufflinks. “Sit.”

I tiptoe to the chair at his right hand where a place is set for me. There is no food here, only the table setting, but I sit and watch him cautiously as he folds his hands over his plate and stares at me.

“It’s only a matter of time now, Natalie. We will break into the paper and get your laptop.” His tongue rubs the tip of his canine tooth. “Do you want to tell me what you know about your source? Help my investigation go a bit more smoothly. Tell me who it is and maybe we’ll let you off easy.”

“How’s that? You’ll put the bullet in my head instead of my chest? Make it instant?” I straighten my back and square my shoulders. I know my end is death. His only aim is self-preservation.

“Ah, you’re a smart girl, aren’t you?” He chuckles and sits back. “You know, my theory is that one of our enemies put you up to this.” The silence as he studies me is torturous, but I won’t say a word.

No one put me up to this but me. I wanted my career to blossom. It’s why I chased them down. Otherwise, I’d have been quite happy to ignore the entire underworld and just live my life. If it doesn’t affect me, why should I care? I might have even gone after other big stories, had it not been for Hal’s death. That put me over the edge. I stopped focusing on all organized crime and started focusing directly on the Bratva. My gut told me they were to blame after their men were there when my uncle died.

“We’re not interested in cutting snake heads off. We want the thing gutted. If you have information that would help us take them down, we may look the other way.” He glowers at me, fingertips pressed together so his hands tent in front of himself.

I do have information that he can use to bring his enemies down—all of them. Armenians, Italians, they’re all corrupt and I have dirt on them all, but that’s not going to bring Uncle Hal back, and it won’t get him justice. I can’t for a single second entertain the idea that my life is worth more than his. That I should give up my research and leave the mystery of Hal’s death unsolved. No, Hal deserves better than that.

“Fuck you.” I cross my arms over my chest and look away. “I thought I was having dinner.”

“Oh, you must have misunderstood.” Matvey leans forward with an evil grin and stands. “I want you for dinner.”

My skin bristles, goosebumps rising on my arms. He slips his suit coat off and unbuttons the sleeves of his shirt and rolls them up. He means I’m his dinner, which is definitely a miscommunication. My stomach rumbles when I realize I’m not getting food right now and my throat constricts when he reaches for his belt.

“It’s time for lesson three, Natalie. See, when I need information from you and you refuse to give it, there are consequences. Now, you can tell me what you know about your source, or I can provide the consequence for your refusal to cooperate.”

I shift uncomfortably in the chair. I could give him what he wants, but what sort of a person would that make me? Abdicating my responsibility to get justice for Hal? Besides, when he acts like this it pushes every button I have. My body has been on fire for a few days now, waiting for his next visit. I dream of him and wake up with my fingers buried in my pussy.

“I have nothing to say to you.” I lick my lips, wondering what sort of lesson he’ll teach me this time, and it makes me clench my muscles. My ass isn’t ready for that size of a cock.

“Ah, well that’s okay. Your mouth will be quite busy.”

“What?”

He unzips his fly and reaches into it, pulling a half-stiff dick out. As he steps toward me, he strokes himself. “You heard what I said.” His hand glides along his length teasing me and making my body respond. His eyes stalk me, drinking me in. I wonder if purple is his favorite color or if he just likes the way the thin fabric shows how hard my nipples are right now.

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