Page 75 of Darkest Sin
“We came to the party and I told her we would be doing a scene together,” he continues. “I was going to tie her hands behind her back and fuck her from behind. I blindfolded her and put a ball gag into her mouth. But she resisted. She didn’t want to do that. I respected that. I never want to push a woman into doing something she truly doesn’t want to do. So, I stopped. I thought that was the end of it. That she was not naturally submissive and this lifestyle wasn’t hers. I figured I would stop seeing her.
“And then she got angry. She screamed at me and told me I was some sort of pervert. That I was disgusting. She left the party and I thought that would also be that.”
“Did that hurt you?” I ask. “When she said those things to you?”
“I’ve handled a lot worse in my life, baby. But it didn’t exactly feel good either. No women had ever called me disgusting before. I knew what I did with my life was not disgusting and it did not make me a pervert. I overestimated how much she wasinto this lifestyle. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that she called the police on me. She accused me of rape.”
I go still.
“I told her I had never raped her. That everything we had done was willing and consensual. That I had stopped when she didn’t want to continue further. But she insisted I raped her.”
“What happened?”
“It didn’t go to trial. She eventually dropped the charges.”
“Mikhail. I know how powerful of a man you are. She just dropped the charges?”
His eyes grow darker. “Are you asking me if I killed her?”
“No. I was asking if you convinced her to drop the charges. But… did you kill her?”
“No. I only kill people who truly deserve it.”
“Did Jackson deserve it?” My mind still goes back to that day when he shot Jackson for not doing his job well enough. It haunts my dreams sometimes.
“What about Jackson? You barely knew him. You cant tell me you cared about him.”
“I didn’t care about him. But you killed another person without blinking. You can’t fault me for wondering if you killed this woman because of what she did.”
With a sigh, he leans against the wall. “This isn’t the place to be having this conversation.”
“Please, Mikhail. I need to know.”
“No. I didn’t kill her. I didn’t send any of my men to threaten her. I didn’t go talk to her. She just… dropped the charges one day. I think she knew she was accusing me of something I hadn’t done.”
“You’re a man who likes to take action. I’m shocked you didn’t do anything about it.”
“I was going to. At the trial. I was going to have my lawyer eviscerate her. But she dropped the charges before it could go to trial.”
“I’m surprised you told her your real name,” I say.
“Everyone here knows my real name. They all know what I do. I never felt the need to hide it. I’m a Bratva man. Let that instill fear into people.”
“Did that women know you were Bratva?”
“She did.”
“That must have scared her off then. I know I was a little afraid of you when I first met.”
He sidles closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Are you still afraid of me?”
“No.” I pause, biting my lip. “Well… sometimes I can be. Like when you came home covered in blood. Like when you killed Jackson.”
“I didn’t realize you cared that much about Jackson.”
“I don’t, Mikhail. It wasn’t about him. It was the fact that you killed him so easily. The darkness inside of you does frighten me.”
His hands tighten on my waist. “I would never hurt you.”
