Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
MIKHAIL
My god the mouth on this woman should not be turning me on.
I’m taking her to draw my father out.
She is merely a stepping stone in my revenge. That, and a promise to Jax’s dad I made many years ago.
“And you’re a mouthy brat. I suggest you keep it shut for the drive. You really won’t like me when I’m angry.”
She huffs and I remove my hand from her thigh and tighten my grip on the wheel. I can’t keep touching her, it’s flickering something within me that needs to be dulled out again. She is the perfect brat to be tamed. This could not be worse timing.
I can’t let her see that she gets to me. I can’t let her get those manicured claws into me.
Distractions are something I can’t afford.
Even if the second our hands touched, electricity shot through me.
I felt something.
For the first time since the incident that plunged me into this dark hole, I came alive, burning from inside, for her.
“Are you going to kill me? I swear I have nothing to do with Ivan.”
I hold my index finger up to my lips over my mask.
“No more talking. Keep going against me, I might have to.”
Her fingers twitch by the seat belt. Taking the gun in my hand, I press it against her temple and her body shakes, her breathing erratically filling the car. I’d never hurt her, I just want to see how far I can push her.
“You run, I chase. But I promise you won’t enjoy what happens when I catch you… I might though.”
There is no might about it. I would enjoy every second of claiming her. She’s such a firecracker, I imagine she’s just as feisty in bed.
My eyes flick up and down her tiny frame. She’s at least a foot smaller than me, with a petite, slender body.
No way she could handle me. Not to start with, anyway.
God, I’d have to gag her. Or would I? She would look perfect choking on my cock.
I need to stop thinking like this. Remember the plan. No time for bratty women to veer me off course.