Rage

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Katherine

M y heart thumped as they brought me into the room. Judging by the massive, imposing table and the sheer number of chairs, I assumed it was used for meetings. The place was vast and austere, minimalist decorated, giving me a feeling of cold elegance.

It also reminded me of a luxurious cage, and I asked myself if this was only because of the position I had found myself in, or if it was something every person who had ever been here had felt.

The brute that led the group of men yanked me toward the middle of the space.

I glanced at him, and I took some pride in seeing the marks I’d left on his face. Whatever Dimitry was going to do to me, at least I knew this one was going to remember me every time he looked in the mirror.

They hadn’t covered my eyes while bringing me here, so I’d known instantly I was in Dimitry’s home. I easily recognized the region, and it wasn’t as if I didn’t expect something like this.

If I get out of this alive, I’m going to cut Ivan’s balls off for dragging me into his mess.

The funny part, if there could be one, was that Dimitry had put more effort into this kidnapping than my husband had put into our entire marriage.

I heard voices nearby, and judging by the tension among the men around me, I assumed they recognized their boss.

My pulse quickened, and I needed all my willpower to keep my fear from showing on my face. I dug my nails into my palms, focusing on my breath. I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of knowing how fucking scared I truly was.

The door opened, then slammed shut as he entered. The men straightened, confirming my suspicion. This was Dimitry.

He stopped right in front of me, leaning against the table as he took in the room. He didn’t say a word, yet I felt the energy shift as his gaze swept over his men.

They’re afraid.

I took my chance to study him. He was older than me, almost the same age as my husband, somewhere in his early thirties. Despite my attempts to not focus on that aspect, he was handsome. Tall, ripped, with a groomed beard and short, raven hair, he was a walking temptation.

His black suit blended with the dark glass of the table. He braced his palms against the glossy surface and relaxed, his legs falling open as he leaned back. My eyes fell for a moment to his crotch. Given the tent in his pants, he was huge.

Fuck! I have to focus on getting out of this shit somehow, not on how hot this man is.

“Chernov’s wife,” he said in the end, looking at me.

His voice was calm and controlled, almost friendly. But I knew better. His hazel eyes were intense, and my heart beat wildly as I held his gaze. Whatever whirl of emotions was inside me, I wasn’t going to let him see them. Even if the way he looked at me made me feel as if he was seeing right through me.

“Katherine,” I said. “My name is Katherine.”

I hoped my fear wasn’t obvious in my voice. Dimitry smiled and gave me a once-over. I could decipher a mix of curiosity and lust in his eyes.

A spasm of electricity coursed through me as his gaze fixed on my deep cleavage for a moment. I mentally slapped myself as my nipples hardened under his attention.

Fuck, no! Focus Katherine! People always confuse fear with arousal, so stop it! Focus!

“Katherine,” he repeated.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as the word rolled off his tongue. It sounded like a purr, and for a damn second, I imagined him moaning my name. I mentally kicked myself, again.

Actually, maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. If he was more focused on how I looked instead of what I was doing, maybe I could find a fucking way to escape him.

Dimitry stood up, and the calculated way he approached me reminded me of a hunter. I could tell he was gauging my reactions while closing more and more of the space between us with each step.

I thrust my breasts forward, drawing his attention to them. Arousal spiked through me, too, as lust coursed through his eyes, but I was still going to count that as a victory point.

The brute fidgeted next to me and took a step backward, offering his boss more space. Dimitry walked around me, the close proximity making me feel as if electricity danced through my veins.

Focus, Katherine! You need to get the fuck out of here before he…

Before he what?

Sends me in multiple parts back to my husband?

Fucks me?

I dreaded the first option, but I wasn’t sure I liked the way that I shivered at the second or the wave of warmth that washed over me. I avoided Dimitry’s gaze, and as I angled my head, I noticed the brute’s knife, tangling at his belt.

Maybe…

Fuck, this was both stupid and crazy, but if I managed to at least hurt him, or better, kill him, his men should be panicking enough for me to run away. Dimitry continued to circle around me. An electric shock zinged to my clit as he trailed his fingers through my long hair.

He barely touched me, but it had been enough to cover me in goosebumps and make my body react in ways I wasn’t sure I liked. For fuck’s sake, he was hot, but I couldn’t be attracted to him. I had to focus on my escape. This was only me confusing fear with arousal, nothing else.

And yet, I could feel my panties dampening with every swirl of his fingers.

Dimitry stopped on my left, mere inches away. A rush of heat flushed my face. God, I needed to concentrate on what I had to do. I glanced at the knife again. I could do it. It wouldn’t be the first time I had to attack someone to save myself or someone close to me.

I stopped thinking and let my instinct guide me.

The brute didn’t even have time to react as I leaned toward him and stole the weapon. Dimitry did, though, and exactly as I tried to stab his neck, he grabbed my hand.

His calmness shocked me, his reaction contrasting with the way my heart pounded so wildly that I thought I was having a heart attack.

I missed. I’m fucked.

Dimitry smiled, and God, his grin scared me more than if he had been angry, yelling, kicking, and throwing things around. He tightened his hold on my wrist enough to make me whimper and drop the knife, and yet, not enough to hurt me.

His men moved toward me, but he barked them an order and all of them froze. My mind was in overdrive searching for solutions, and I was sure at this point my fear was visible, no matter how much I was trying to control it.

“Such a bad kitten,” Dimitry murmured in that calm, soothing voice that pricked my hair. “Give me the knife.”

It took my brain a moment to realize he had given that order to me. He released my hand and waited. Was he serious about this? What was the catch? He wanted me to give him the weapon just for him to kill me with it?

If I took it, I could attack him again. Maybe this time I could actually manage to hurt him. No, he wouldn’t have given that order to me if I had really been a danger to him.

What does he want to prove with this?

Dimitry seemed to love my turmoil. He kept silent, watching me with amusement and curiosity written all over his face.

Swallowing hard, I knelt in front of him and retrieved the knife. Fuck, the position made me stare at his crotch, and my pussy clenched. What the hell was wrong with me? He could have killed me at any moment and I was thinking about fucking him.

Thankfully, the coldness of the metal brought my senses back enough to make me stop staring at that huge bulge in his pants and asking myself how big he was. I stood up slowly, my fingers tightening around the handle.

Should I attack him again? Is this a test?

Dimitry waited calmly, his face indecipherable. I swallowed hard and offered him the weapon, looking directly into his eyes. If he was going to kill me with it, at least I could take some pride in dying with my head held high.

His fingers touched mine as he took it from me. Tingles ran up my arm, and the tension inside my core jerked and spread. He inched closer, the distance between us so small now that I could feel his minty breath against my face.

“You failed me,” he said. “And I don’t like to be failed.”

He was looking at me, but didn’t seem to talk to me. His eyes didn’t leave mine as his hand moved, and the next moment I heard a loud thump behind me.

Swallowing hard, I glanced over my shoulder. The brute was dead, the knife buried inside his neck. I didn’t even know what to feel. Shock? Remorse? Pity? I didn’t care about that man, and I had bigger problems on my hands right now.

“Now, what should I do with such a bad, crazy kitten?”

Dimitry grabbed my chin and made me look at him again. My legs quivered as his eyes captured mine, the intensity shining in them making fear and arousal blend within me. Or maybe it was only fear, but I was too overwhelmed to correctly distinguish between them. I had no idea.

It was as if my brain stopped working, and having him touching me wasn’t helping either. All my nerve endings were tingling with electricity, and all my senses were on high alert. I could feel the other men’s eyes on us.

“I think this bad kitten needs to be punished.”

I should have been scared as hell, and I was, but the seductiveness that dripped from his voice made me react to the word “punished” in ways I didn’t expect and couldn’t comprehend. A fresh wave of wetness soaked my panties and my pussy throbbed with desire.

I gasped as he yanked my hand and dragged me toward the table. My heart leaped to my throat as he bent me over it, with my ass toward the group of men in the room.

Is he going to fuck me in front of them?

My body flushed with heat. Oh, God, what the hell was I doing, thinking or feeling? This was a fucking psycho who kidnapped me to seek revenge on my husband. Yes, husband, because in case my pussy forgot this little detail, I was married. Maybe Ivan was an idiot, but I was still his wife. A loyal one.

My traitorous body didn’t seem to care about that, though.

A hum of illicit pleasure coursed through me as he lifted my dress up around my waist. I should remind him that I was married, but that would have probably made him even more eager to fuck his rival’s wife.

My system overheated, and my body fought with my mind about what I should feel about this. I squirmed, unsure of what I was trying to do. Run? Tease him? Attack him again?

Dimitry pressed one hand on my back, pinning me in place. I fixed my eyes forward, my heart pounding wildly.

Whatever he was going to do, I couldn’t let him see the mix of emotions flooding me. Maybe I couldn’t tell which was which, but I knew I didn’t want him to have the chance of using any of them against me.

“A bad kitten like you needs to learn to behave,” he growled.

I yelped as his palm landed hard on my ass. Pain radiated through me, making the arousal pulsing within me surge. Before I could process it completely, a new slap followed. Embarrassment turned my cheeks red.

I was the heir of a powerful bratva, married to a brava boss. Yet here I was, being spanked by a ruthless rival of my husband, in front of his men. What was worse, though, was the way each spank made my pussy clench with need.

“Bad. Kitten.”

I mewled and squirmed as he continued to slap my ass cheeks in turns. I could feel the drenched fabric of my panties glued to my skin, and I knew he could see how aroused I was.

His men could, too.

My ass felt as if it was on fire, and my face burnt with shame and frustration. Why was this so arousing? No one ever did something like this to me, and my body was reacting in ways I would have never expected.

A thrill of pleasure coursed down my back as a new pang of pain rolled through me when he spanked me again. I clenched the table edges, biting my lower lip to stifle the moans that threatened to rip from my throat.

To my complete embarrassment, I found myself lifting my ass in an attempt to meet the slaps sooner.

“Your cheating cunt is so wet, kitten,” he said.

I couldn’t hold back a whimper of joy as he ceased his assault and skimmed his finger along my pussy. I wanted to deny it, I wanted to protest, but the only sound that left my mouth as he pressed on my clit had been a loud moan.

Why does it feel so good? I shouldn’t…

“Maybe I should tell your husband how wet his wife is for me. And inform him I’m going to turn her into my whore.”

The threat and the filthiness of his words should have disgusted and scared me, but instead of that, I felt a new wave of warmth spreading through my core.

This shouldn’t feel so good!

Dimitry teased my clit a few more times before resuming his attack on my ass.

I shuddered every time he landed a rough, hard hit. With each new slap, he dragged me toward the edge, and I could no longer hold back my moans.

Fuck, no, this couldn’t be possible. This should be the fear, and my body was confused. That was the only explanation I was going to accept.

I tightened my hold on the table edge as I whimpered and thrashed at each spank. It took my brain a few seconds to realize he was no longer pinning me down. Yet, I didn’t move away, and the embarrassment of that realization gave me the final nudge over the edge.

“Oh, fuck!”

I cried out as an intense wave of ecstasy coursed through me. My legs buckled, and I writhed as my orgasm rolled along my body. Dimitry landed a few more hits that intensified my burning pleasure, making my toes curl.

Once I stopped spasming, the slaps ceased, too. My brain was still buzzing, and I refused to accept that I had come while being spanked by him in front of his people.

What is this man doing to me?

I let out a weak mewl as Dimitry caressed my burning ass. I clenched, unsure of what he was going to do. Was he going to fuck me now? Was he going to spank me again?

He sank his hand into my hair and yanked me up. As Dimitry turned me around, I tripped on my high heels and braced myself on him in an attempt to not fall. He kept his hold on my hair and wrapped his other arm around my waist, steadying me.

His grip on my body reminded me how powerless I actually was. Under his control. I should be clawing at his face and kicking him, screaming and trying to escape.

Yet, I didn’t put up a fight as he pressed me into him. My palms were on his chest, and I could feel all his muscles jumping under my fingers as I moved them up and down.

I would have liked to say I was trying to push him away, but that wasn’t true, my gesture feeling more like a caress than anything else. He smirked and tightened his hold on my hair.

“I’m going to have so much fun showing your husband and everyone else how his cheating wife is begging for my cock.”

His words awoke the proud bratva wife within me enough to whisper, “That’s never going to happen.”

“But it will. I promise this to you.”

The threat frightened and aroused me at the same time.

I’m fucked.