Page 11 of Twisted Obsession
“Who are you, and what do you want with me?” I asked, disregarding his demand completely.
“I’m Dmitri Antonov. We both know why you are here.” He walked around the bed, moving closer to where I was standing.
“Stay away from me.” I shuffled my feet backward until there was nowhere else for me to go.
“Soon you will learn to do as I say.”
Inches from me, he was larger than life; I had to crank my head in order to meet his eyes. In one swift movement, he grabbed the thin blanket from my grasp and pulled it from my hands. I had already worn the most conservative bra and panty set Marta had brought and felt completely exposed in the black see-through lace bra that barely covered my nipples and a matching pair of thong underwear. This was not what I would have ever chosen to wear, and it made me feel like a whore.
“You will never hide from me again when I enter a room,” he leaned in, taking a stray hair between his fingers before placing his hand around my throat.
His free hand grazed my cheek before moving down my neck and then cupping my breast. My breath hitched when he took my nipple between his fingers and twisted it between his fingers. Lowering his hand further down my body, he pressed the palm of his large hand against my stomach before gliding it lower beneath my thong.
“Stop, please, just let me go.” I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Are you sure you want me to let you go?” he whispered against my ear. “Your body is telling me something much different.”
He cupped my mound with his hand before sliding his finger along my folds. “You’re so wet.”
“I hate you.” My eyes remained his, and his hand tightened around my throat.
Before he could touch me any further, I lifted my knee and jammed it as hard as I could between his legs.
“You little…” he groaned painfully as he doubled over, grabbing his crotch for dear life.
As quickly as my feet would move, I ran over the mattress to the door. I gave him a side look, seeing that he was trying to stand. I hurried and worked the lock on the door and swung it open. I had no idea where I was, but I knew I had to get out of here.
I should have known I wouldn’t get very far. As soon as I stepped across the threshold, I crashed into a brick wall that sent me falling on my ass. Before I could stand, an arm wrapped around my waist picked me up like I weighed nothing and flungme onto the mattress. Before I knew what had happened, my wrists were bound by the cuffs on the bed.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he hissed as he pinched my cheeks between his fingers. “Maybe you will learn to play nice next time. After all, you will be my wife in a few short weeks.”
“You’re a fucking monster!” I cried, anger seething in my veins as I pulled against the cuffs. “You’re a murderer.”
Chapter Six
Dmitri
Ileft the bedroom where I kept Larissa prisoner, wanting to put a bullet right between her eyes. She had called me a monster and a murderer, but she had no idea what I was capable of. Her father killed mine, and she deserved to pay for what he did. She was a Zhukov. An enemy. A traitor.
“Dmitri, did you hear what I said?” my uncle said, his brows pinched together with annoyance.
“I’m sorry, Uncle. I’ve had a lot on my mind.”
Uncle Ivan was my father’s younger brother, my godfather, and part of the Antonov Bratva. He always told me I was like the son he never had. He would have been next in line, but his late wife couldn’t bear any children who could carry on the Antonov name. When she died, he never remarried. He was still youngenough, but the desire to marry again was never something he had.
“I said, now that you have the Zhukov woman, what do you plan to do with her? Remember, her father killed Viktor.”
“She is my prisoner, Uncle. I’m well aware of what needs to be done. Once I make her my wife and she gives me an heir, so the Antonov Bratva will carry on for generations to come, she will pay for her father’s transgressions.”
Once Larissa produced the heir to carry on the Antonov name, I would have no use for her. Maybe I would continue to keep her locked up. Not in any of the guest rooms, but in the basement where we kept all the traitors caged.
Several of my men interrupted my conversation with my uncle by walking into my study for a rescheduled meeting I had postponed because of a missing shipment.
Stepan, mybrigadier; Nicoli, myobshchak; Yerik, myboevik;Yuri and Maxim, two of my most trusted soldiers under Stepan’s command; and of course, my uncle, stepped into the dining room and took their places at the long mahogany table with me at the head.
As soon as everyone settled into their seats, I began. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice. As you all know, we have found Larissa Zhukov and she is now my prisoner. No one is to touch her except me. Is that understood?”
I waited for everyone to comply before moving on. Looking at Stepan, I asked, “Is there any more information concerning the disaster at the warehouse?”
