7. Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Victor
Outside the door to suite two, I hesitate before I knock. To be honest, I still don’t have a clue what I’m going to say to her, or if I should say anything at all.
But I need to make it clear I don’t intend to harm her. Even if we tell Phineas we have her, I have no intention of hurting a woman who doesn’t want it. It’s just not in my nature.
Now if she comes at me, I won’t hesitate to take her down and make sure she can’t hurt me, but I don’t need to get violent to get my point across, contrary to what my partners in crime think.
I have a penchant for torture, and I’m not afraid of a little blood if it gets us closer to our goal. But we’ve tried to keep the bloodshed to a minimum in our operation, because we don’t want to be like our families, and we’re trying to build a different type of organization in Las Vegas. We may work outside the law, but we have a healthy respect for law enforcement, and we try not to get in their way if we can help it.
Talking to Andres last night reminded me of where my penchant for violence comes from, and I’ve been trying to shake it ever since. I’m still not sure if I’ll be going to Mexico again anytime soon despite the news my brother gave me. I was there a year ago after Ernesto Trentini was killed and our family was blamed for it, but I try to avoid trips home for as long as I can. Our father seems to think the end is near for him, so I may not have a choice, but I’m not ready to drop everything and run home just yet.
Finally, I knock on the door and call her name. “Lili, it’s Victor. I’m coming in.”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she calls, her tone sullen.
“Too bad. We have to.”
I open the door, and freeze.
She’s still stark naked, and the clothes Gracie brought her yesterday are on the floor in the middle of the room. The plate with the sandwich supplies has been tipped over and its contents strewn about the room. My overcoat is on the coffee table with a tomato slice sitting on top of it, likely staining it. My fists clench and unclench as I take in the scene.
“If you were mine, I would bend you over my knee and blister your ass. And then you would clean up every bit of this mess and stay naked for a week,” I threaten as I look around the room.
“I’ll never be yours. I’ll never be anyone’s ever again. Fuck you.”
I pick up the silk pajama top and hand it to her. “Put this on.”
“Make me,” she spits out, her eyes fiery with defiance.
“Believe me, Spitfire, I fucking will if you try me.”
She folds her arms across her chest and glares at me.
Shaking my head, I step forward and reach for one of her arms. Some of the defiance fades, replaced by fear, and she backs away.
“Fine. I’ll do it.”
“Good girl,” I say, handing her the shirt.
That was the wrong thing to say. Her face becomes a storm of fury, and she hurls the silk fabric at me. “Oh, fuck you. Forget it.” She stalks over to the bed and climbs onto it, and it’s all I can do not pin her down and fuck the attitude out of her.
Then the little minx lays back against the pillows and lets her legs fall open. A slender hand reaches between her thighs, and she rubs her clit.
“Stop that right fucking now if you know what’s good for you.”
“Don’t allow your subs to masturbate?” she asks, her voice breathy as she continues to play. “It’s a common rule. A little pedestrian if you ask me. What would you do if you caught a sub masturbating?”
I shake my head. This woman is a fucking brat. I hate brats. “I would tie you to that bed and put a vibrator in your cunt. The kind that stimulates your clit and your g-spot. And then I would bring you to the edge over and over again. Keep you like that for days, only giving you a break when the toy needs to be charged. Even during the night, I would keep it on a low vibration. But you wouldn’t come. Not for a long, long time. Days. A week or more if I’m feeling particularly cruel.”
Her breathing turns ragged, and her breasts rise and fall as she listens, and her fingers rub faster.
“Are you seriously getting off to this, Liliana?”
She moans, and I stalk to the bed and grab her wrist, pulling her hand away from her clit before she can make herself orgasm.
“Naughty girl, Liliana,” I say in a chiding tone. I enjoy saying her full name. Lili doesn’t quite suit her the way Liliana does.
Luckily, these beds are made for kink, so there is a hidden set of restraints. I grab the correct cuff and quickly attach it to her wrist.
When I’ve got the second one in place, I step back and admire the view.
“Should I bind your legs as well, or will you behave and talk to me like this?”
She closes her legs and tugs on the chains. “Let me go, you bastard.”
“Sorry, Spitfire, you had your chance at freedom and clothing. Now you get neither.”
“You call being locked in a room, freedom?”
I laugh. “Not complete freedom, but what I gave you is better than what you’re getting now. Perhaps I can have you moved to our warehouse, and you can live in the cell we keep people in before we kill them.”
It’s a bit of an exaggeration. In our five years here, we’ve only killed two people in that warehouse, and the cell is nonexistent. But she doesn’t need to know that.
“You’re a fucking monster,” she whispers.
“I already warned you of that, Liliana. But I came in here to tell you I have no intention of hurting you unless you force the issue. I only hurt women who like it. Though I suppose we’ve already established just how much you like it.”
A tear drips down her cheek, and a twinge of guilt settles in my gut. But I can’t let her go, so I toss a blanket over her naked form and head for the door. Partly because I don’t want her to be cold, and partly because I can’t stand looking at what her husband did to her.
“You can stay like that for a while. I’ll be back in a few hours, and if you’re ready to behave, we can talk about letting you be free again.”
She doesn’t respond, just turns her face away, so she’s not looking at me.
I stalk out of the room and run straight into Gracie. It’s later than I realized if she’s already here for her shift in the sandwich shop.
I point a finger in her face. “Don’t you dare let her free, understood?”
Her lip trembles, and she shakes her head “Understood, Sir. I would never.”
“I’m not talking about out of the room. Don’t let her out of the restraints. She’s being punished. Leave her there. No matter how much she begs.”
Her mouth falls open, but she nods solemnly, and I walk away, leaving her to stare after me.