Page 6 of Take the Sub and Run

“Are you going to punish me?”

He would never lay hands on a woman without her consent. And if Landon had Colette, they didn’t actually need any information from Sofie. Bringing her in was still a good idea—best not to leave accomplices unaccounted for—but Andrei could pop Sofie into a locked room with a cup of tea and a book and then let Landon deal with it.

He could do that.

But teasing her was too much fun.

“Have you been a bad girl?”

“You mean, am I a criminal?”

“Are you?”

Her chin notched up. “I’ve never been arrested.”

“You’re a thief who’s good at her job.”

“I’m not a thief.”

Oddly, that sounded true. Then again, truth was a fluid concept. Maybe she considered herself an art liberator or something equally ridiculous. “Then what kind of criminal are you?”

She didn’t answer, piquing his curiosity.

“Maybe I’ll spank you until you tell me.” He would never do that, but it was a fun threat. He’d spank her, yes, but not as an interrogation technique for real information. The only kind of interrogation where spanking was appropriate was when he was getting a sub to confess every dirty thing she wanted and craved but was afraid to admit to.

“Torture isn’t an effective interrogation technique.”

Andrei laughed. “Are you trying to make me feel bad, Angel? Implying a spanking is torture when we both know you’d enjoy it?”

She shifted in her seat and licked her lips. He had to remind himself to focus on the road. He didn’t know Amsterdam all that well, and if he missed a turn, that would just mean longer before he could get Sofie out of this van.

“Spankings hurt,” she said, almost hesitantly.

“Of course they do. Not a masochist just submissive?”

“What?”

“I’m asking, do you like the pain from the spanking, or do you like the spanking because it makes you feel powerless and submissive?”

“I…don’t know.”

Odd that she didn’t have an answer. Maybe she was one of those people who didn’t analyze their desires, for fear of uncovering something dark and rotten at the root.

Andrei was one of those people. He accepted that he was both dominant and sadistic when it came to sex, and used the framework and rules of BDSM to control those impulses without having to analyze them.

The other option was that she knew but didn’t want to tell him.

“Where are we going?” she asked, leaning forward as much as she could with her arms bound. The bodice of her dress gaped, giving him a lovely view of her breasts in the mirror.

He was going to crash this fucking van if he didn’t stop watching her.

“Sit back, Angel.”

“This isn’t?—”

“I said sit back.”

She obeyed, back slapping against the seat in her haste to obey. Damn, he liked that. She was an odd mix of defiant and obedient that he’d never encountered before.

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