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My intention was to leave her there for the entire day and night. To make her think about what she’s doing and the mistakes she made. But in the back of my mind, I am worried. I’m worried about whether she’s comfortable or hungry or thirsty or if she needs something.

Why the hell am I so worried about her comfort?

The worry agitates me and makes me angry.

Angry because I’m still second guessing if I really am the one in control of her, and angry because I’m hardly in control of anything.

I know I won’t last the day with her cuffed to the bed like that.

I have to have her.

My housekeeper is busy around the kitchen and it’s annoying me.

“Leave.” I snap.

“Excuse me, Mr. Vece?” She mutters, nervous and fidgeting.

“I said leave. Get the fuck out of the house.” I snap even harsher than before.

“Am I fired?” She squeaks.

“You’re not fucking fired. Just get out. Come back tomorrow.”

She bolts from the kitchen, grabbing her things and running for the door.

I want privacy.

I don’t need other people in my space today.

Only her.

Only my dark little raven.

CHAPTER NINE

Misha

Ihuff, tears shining angrily in my eyes.

I can’t believe he left me here like this.

I’m thirsty and naked from the waist down. It’s humiliating and so fucking hot that if I could sit up, I might try to hump the freaking bed post. But my hands are cuffed too low and I’m too angry to let him catch me pleasing myself again. Why isn’t it working? Why have I not managed to drive him crazy enough that he gives me what I want?

I’ve never been this desperately turned on in my life.

I’ve never been this desperate about anything - my entire life. Even when I killed my father, I didn’t feel this crazy loss of control.

The longer I lie here waiting - and I don’t even know what I’m waiting for - the angrier I get.

I kick at the bed, knotting the blankets, pushing them to the floor.

It doesn’t help me release any of my frustration and I’m torn between screaming my lungs out and suffering in silence.

I imagine screaming would give him all the satisfaction he is chasing. In my defiance - that is the last thing I want to do.

He’s holding back, torturing me with this desire, so why should I give him what he wants?

But if I do - then he will give me what I want.

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