Page 123 of Porcelain Lies

The sight of her frozen on the stairs, caught in her disobedience, sends a surge of dark satisfaction through me.

“Going somewhere,zaychik?” I close the distance between us, my body caging her against the wall. Her pulse flutters visibly at her throat.

“I was just—”

“Breaking rules.” I trace a finger down her cheek, feeling her shiver. “What did I say about snooping around?”

Her breath comes in quick, shallow pants. The scent of her fear mixed with arousal hits me hard. My cock stiffens as I lean closer, drinking in her reaction.

“Stay in your designated areas.” She swallows hard. “But I heard—”

“Tiho.” I press my finger to her lips, silencing her. “The consequences for disobedience can be… severe.”

I slide my hand to her throat, applying just enough pressure to remind her who’s in control. Her pupils dilate, that intoxicating mix of terror and desire making my blood rush south.

“Please,” she whispers against my finger.

I shift my grip to her waist, spinning her away from the stairs. Her soft curves press against me as I push her out of the hidden doorway, my touch firm but controlled. Her tits are lush and sweet against my chest.

“Next time you feel curious,” I growl in her ear, “remember this moment. Remember how easily I can remind you of your place.”

She trembles in my grasp, but doesn’t pull away. Not that she could. The way her body responds to my dominance, even as her mind rebels, drives me wild. I force myself to maintain control, though every instinct screams to take her right here.

I back her against the wall, my hand still firm on her throat. Her defiance both infuriates and arouses me. Time to show her exactly how futile her attempts at independence are.

“Did you enjoy following me around the other day,zaychik?” I trace my thumb along her jawline.

Her face drains of color. Good. Let her feel the weight of my knowledge.

“I— I don’t—”

“Don’t lie.” I squeeze slightly, feeling her pulse race beneath my fingers. “I see everything. The cameras in your room. The trackers in your devices. Every inch of this place is covered.”

She tries to turn away, but I capture her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You think I wouldn’t notice? That I’d leave any corner of my domain unwatched?”

Her lip trembles. The sight sends heat straight to my cock. “Blyad, you’re beautiful when you’re afraid.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Her voice is hoarse.

I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “First, you’ll go back to your room. Then…” I let the threat hang, feeling her shiver against me. “We’ll discuss your punishment.”

The word ‘punishment’ makes her breath hitch. Her body betrays her, pressing closer even as fear fills her eyes. The mix of terror and arousal coming off her is intoxicating.

“Now,” I growl, “you’ll learn what happens when you disobey me.”

I follow her down the hallway, my gaze locked on the sway of her hips. The fear in her movements only heightens my arousal — each step carefully measured, her shoulders tense with anticipation.

“Faster.” My command makes her jump. She quickens her pace, but the sound of her breath is still audible over her footsteps.

Her room appears ahead. I stay close behind, close enough that she can feel my presence, my breath on her neck. She fumbles with the handle, her fingers trembling.

“Having trouble?” I reach around her, my chest pressing against her back as I grasp the handle. Her breath catches. The warmth of her body against mine tests my control.

She slips inside, but I maintain my position, herding her forward with my presence. The door swings shut behind us, the sound heavy and final in the quiet room.

Blyad, the sight of her — trapped between me and the bed, eyes wide with that perfect mix of fear and desire. My cock strains against my zipper as I drink in her vulnerability.

The soft click of the latch engaging echoes through the space. Now she’s truly mine to deal with.

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