Page 45 of Debt to the Mafia King
“I am going to punish you.” His palm came down hard and fast against my flesh in a stinging slap. Over and over again, he slapped me, and this time there was no holding back. Unlike in the car, which had been almost playful, this was meant to hurt, and it did.
I sobbed, and the sound was muffled by the sound of his hand hitting my ass.
“Mr Petrov, there is—” the man’s voice trailed off, and through my tears I watched as he froze at the end of the hallway. I knew what he saw. Me, completely naked from the waist down, ass red, and face streaked with tears, as Viktor spanked me.
I didn’t know what the man who walked up on us thought, but I knew what I would have thought. I would have assumed that I’d walked in on some sort of sex game. But there was no pleasure here. There was just pain.
I wanted to cry out for him to help me, but Viktor got there first. “Leave, I’ll be there shortly.”
The man left before I could even open my mouth to beg.
“I should punish you again for letting him see you like that.” Keeping a tight grip, Viktor turned me, lifting me bodily until my feet dangled eight inches from the carpet. He was the one who wrapped my legs around his waist, his hand fumbling between our bodies so he could press the leaking head of his cock against my opening.
There was no foreplay. He didn’t make sure I was ready for him, he just thrust upwards with so much anger that I felt like I was being ripped apart. My smarting ass rubbed against the paneling painfully.
Crying out, I clawed at his shoulders, “Viktor, stop it.”
“No.” His mouth came crashing down onto mine as he continued to fill my body. “You let him see you like that. You let him see what was mine.”
I wanted to scream at him that he was the one who let this happen. He was the reason I kept trying to run. I wanted to tell him that if he just acted like a normal person inside of an insane monster, then things might be different between us, but I couldn’t because his tongue was in my mouth.
He kissed me like a starving man, and I was the only thing to eat in a thousand miles. His lips were bruising.
“You are mine,” he roared and emptied himself inside of me. I felt the pulsing over his cock inside my pussy. Filling me with his cum.
With a grunt, he let me fall to my feet and then to my knees. I sobbed again. What had just happened?
“The next time you run, things will be worse, Leah,” shoving himself back into his trousers, he stalked away.
“I hate you.” I sobbed after him.
“I know,” he called back to me sadly.
Why did he sound sad? I was the one who was on my knees crying, so why did he sound sad?
Chapter Sixteen
Viktor
I was sitting at the dining table the next morning when she appeared in the doorway and stopped dead. It gave me a chance to look at her. And the first thing I noticed was how frail she looked. There were smudges around her red-rimmed eyes that hadn’t been there before, even when she had been working back-to-back graveyard shifts.
Had I done that?
“Good morning.” Tearing my eyes away, I went back to pouring myself coffee, but out of the corner of my eye, I watched as she moved forward carefully, a grimace on her face with every step she took.
The spanking I had given her last night had been hard, and I wasn’t surprised that she was sore. Or was she sore from the thing that had happened afterward? I hadn’t exactly been gentle, and I had left her before I could get her to finish.
“Do you want me to eat in my room?” Her voice was tiny, a broken little croak like she had cried all night. Casting my eyes back up to her, I smiled even though it felt forced.
There was something wrong with her, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Had last night broken her beyond repair? Becausethat’s what was missing. The fiery spark in her eyes was gone. They were dull and lifeless now.
I’d seen that look on a woman’s face before, and that woman had left. I had never seen her again.
Guilt twisted my gut, and I hated it. I wasn’t the type of man who felt guilty. Not ever. Not even when I took another man’s life, but I felt it now, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth.
“No.” I tried to keep my voice light and my anger at bay because it wasn’t her I was angry at— it was myself. Pushing out my hair, I patted my knee. “I would like you to eat with me.”
Surprise pinched her eyebrows together. Her eyes darted across the table. “The table is set for one?”
