Page 11 of Viktor

His hot, wet tongue glides from my clit to my asshole. I still, not knowing what to do.?

“You taste just as I thought you would,” he mumbles into my ear.

Then he stands abruptly, leaving me on the bed. I twist around and notice he is grabbing his jacket and a duffel bag. He pulls a knife from his pocket. My eyes widen, and I try to move away, but the ropes are too tight. Viktor chuckles and cuts my bindings.?

“You need to relax more. I’ll teach you in time,” he says as he walks out the door while I’m still rubbing my sore wrists.

Chapter eleven

Viktor

Icouldn’thelpmyselflast night. Tying Amaia up, I had to use it to my advantage. The spanking was for answers. But her facial expressions showed me she was enjoying it, with her eyes dark and lips parting for me. I don’t think she even realized it when a moan slipped through.

She wanted it. I just had to know what she tasted like, and I knew she’d be wet for me. She just isn’t used to being tied up; I don’t think she knows what she truly likes. I’ll need to ease her in.?

I park my car at the warehouse, where a couple of my guards wait outside the large metal door. I press the numbers on the keypad and unlock it. It opens and the creak gains everyone’s attention. Dmitri is tied to the chair in the middle of the spacious room inside, head hanging down and piss covering his pants.?

The door slams closed behind me and echoes through the large empty space. The only things in the open area are the large rusted beams spread throughout and scattered dirt along the ground. Konstantin steps beside me, holding out a pair of leather gloves. I put them on and clench my fists. With a grin, I stand in front of Dmitri, who tries to back away, but being tied to the chair makes it difficult. Out of pity, I squat in front of him. The stench of his unwashed body almost making me gag.

I tilt my head as he lifts his pale face, still avoiding eye contact. “Hello, traitor,” I start.

He peers at me through narrowed eyes.?

“I’m just returning things back to their natural order,” he spits, quite brave for a man bound and under the watch of several armed men. It’s possible he has resigned himself to knowing he will die whether he speaks to me or not.?

I sigh. “Bring in the chair,” I call out without taking my eyes off Dmitri. Fear flashes across his features, but he straightens his back.?

Two of my guards bring in a large wooden box and open it. The iron chair. I always had a thing for medieval torture; after all, they always did seem to get results. But the chair? It was slow and painful. One of my proudest inventions.

“No, you can't do this!” Dmitri struggles within his restraints.

Konstantin steps up by my side.

When I cut open the ropes that bind him, he goes to attack me, but I’m prepared and punch him in the ribs, breaking one of them. He bends at the waist, clutching his side.

We drag him over while he screams in protest. But I don’t listen. We strap him in the chair and the small iron spikes all over that dig into his skin. We keep him strapped down by the wrists and ankles with another across his chest.

“Do you have anything to tell me yet?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.?

He spits at my feet. “I’ll never tell you anything.”?

I reach out to one of the guards, who passes me a wrench, and I tighten his straps just enough to draw blood. He stills, seeming to realize that the more he moves, the worse it is for him.

I chuckle. This is just the beginning.

“Maybe you will talk if I bring your sister in, sitting opposite you. In a similar chair.” I smile suggestively, knowing I have him. The words taste like ash in my mouth, but I know her name will get him to talk.?

He laughs, surprising me. “I don’t have a sister.” He wiggles a little more but curses the chair, and the spikes go deeper into his skin.?

I lean in until we are face to face. “Amaia disagrees with you.”

Dmitri’s face goes two shades whiter than I thought was possible.

“How did you find her?” he yells.

I circle the iron chair like a wolf about to tear apart his prey, the steps of my shoes echoing in the silent warehouse.?

He sneers, “Don’t touch her.”?

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