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“Arseni,” I moan, my hands wrapping around his neck.I’m not even lying to myself this time.His name slips off my tongue in a needy plea, and I don’t even know what I’m asking for anymore.

He grips my ass and lifts me into his arms, his lips devouring my neck while he carries me to the bed.I feel light in his arms, feel strength that reminds me he’s a man.And that I should fear him.

He drops me on the bed then flips me over before hauling me up onto my knees.There’s no caress when he impales me, only a cold, brutal plunge of his hips that makes me grip the comforter.

I cry out as his hand connects with my backside in a slap that ends with a squeeze.His hand finds my breasts next, pawing at me while he fucks me with an intensity I’ve never felt.An intensity I somehow knew I was lacking.If another man was inside me, it would be nice.Great, even.

But not now.Not like this and certainly not with him.

“Stop,” I grind with far more conviction than before when he spanks me, my body cringing at the sting his palm leaves.I try to crawl forward, but he holds my hips steady to lock me in place.

“Arseni, stop,please.I don’t want this.”

His fingers weave through my hair to yank me upright.He pulls my back against his chest while his cock grinds inside of me.

“I want you to listen carefully, Margot.Try to pay attention.”I close my eyes as he pinches my nipple.He lets go of my hair to wrap his arm around my throat, pinning me to him.When he speaks next, he does so with such a lack of compassion that I wince at his tone.

“I do not give afuckwhat you want.This cunt…” His hand burns its way down until it’s between my legs.He spreads my hood to tap his finger directly against my clit.I arch my hips, trying to get away but wind up increasing the pressure.“This cunt ismine.From this moment forward, every time your striped-suit wearing pussy of a boyfriend touches you, you’re going to think of me.Every time you close your eyes in this bed, you’re going to wonder if I’ll wake you up with my finger inside you.”His teeth graze my ear, sending a shiver across my neck.My shoulders bunch in response.

“One day you might forget about me, but just know… That’s the day I’ll be back.”His teeth bite down on my earlobe, pain mixing with the unwanted pleasure.His words are such an ominous promise spoken with enough certainty that I believe them.

“You’re a fucking psychopath,” I say just before he shoves me forward.I land on my elbows and moan as he yanks my hips into him.

“Yeah.”His words are breathy as he fucks me faster.“But your pussy doesn’t care.”

I clamp my mouth and eyes shut while pulling the comforter into tight fists, not quite wound with anger, but with the tension in my core.Arseni’s finger continues its assault on my clit while his cock strokes my G spot, and it all becomes too much.Pressure builds until I come undone around his length, my back arching while I cry out like the whore he wants to make me.

His erratic breathing halts with a single groan as he gives one last hard thrust that opens a valve to my shame.I feel his cum spill out of me as he pulls away, the sound of his zipper somehow degrading.

I crawl forward on the bed before sitting up and pulling the comforter over my chest.I don’t look at him, but I can feel his eyes on me.I don’t want to imagine what he’s thinking.

When the doorbell rings, I tense but don’t dare get up.I wait for the air in the room to shift, for fearful tension to spoil his victory.The thought of it gives me strength to peek up at him.He doesn’t appear phased.

“That’ll be the cops,” he says, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.He plucks one in his mouth while staring at me.“They’ll ask about gunfire one of your nosy neighbors called in, and you’ll tell them the volume on your TV may have been too loud.Otherwise, you don’t have a clue what they’re talking about.”

He flicks his lighter and puts the flame to the end of the cigarette.When it’s lit, he takes an inhale and blows it toward me.He plucks another smoke from the pack and tosses it on the bed.

“See you around, Mommy.”My mouth opens in horror while I just gape at him, but all he does is smirk and go to the window.He disappears without another word.

The doorbell rings again, and while I pull on my robe, my face burns so hot I consider splashing cold water on it.But there’s no time.I go downstairs to find two police officers at my door, neither looking especially concerned.

I tell them exactly what Arseni directed me to.Even if I was brave enough to admit what he’d done, the police would be the last people I’d confide in.Maybe Arseni knows that, but my shame is only part of the reason.

Arseni isn’t the only predator watching.And ifheknew what went on…

He’d make sure to remind me I was already claimed.

7

ARSENI

The smell of lemon-scented cleaner hits me like a punch to the face when I step through the front door of Nikita’s eight-bedroom monstrosity.I hold the door open for him and breathe through my mouth.

As I follow him into the foyer, my shoes squeak on the freshly mopped floor.Nikita comes to a standstill, and the sound of scrubbing takes the place of my shoes when they silence.

I follow Nikita’s gaze to the frail, old woman on her hands and knees scrubbing a baseboard.The mop bucket with who knows how much cleaner in it sits beside her.The sight makes me think of Cinderella for some reason.If Nikita is the stepmother, he takes things to a new extreme.

“How’s your first day, Estelle?”

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