Chapter Ten
DIMITRI
Vegah sits next to Vlad as he drives us back to the city.
All three of us know that there will be punishment for being careless and allowing her to see us without the masks.
The rules of the Dollhouse are clear. No one is exempt.
Not even us. If we had just tortured her like Vegah wanted to, then none of this would have happened.
Vlad and I were the ones who wanted to take her there and fuck the answers out of the bitch.
Well, that’s what we told ourselves, but the truth is, we wanted to taste her again and feel her skin against our own. The woman has taken up space in my head since we first met her and that isn’t a good fucking thing. One night and the bitch somehow managed to imprint herself on me.
She’s huddled into the door, staying as far away from me as she can.
The robe has come loose and hangs off one of her shoulders, exposing her creamy flesh.
The sight of her alone has my cock twitching.
I grind my teeth and look away from the bitch.
She is a means to an end. No matter how much my cock wants to keep her, we can’t.
“Take her to the pit,” Vegah tells Vlad.
He veers left and exits the highway. Jenna says nothing, just sits there trembling in fear.
If she gave us the intel we needed, none of this would have to happen.
When we pull up out front of the warehouse, we all climb out.
Vegah yanks her door open and drags her out of the car by her arm and pulls her after him.
Vlad opens the door for them and flicks the lights on.
This place is called the pit for a reason.
This is where we conduct our form of questioning.
He leads her to the center of the room, releases her and bends down and grabs the chains that are bolted to the ground and secures them around her ankles.
I help by pulling the chains down that are secured to the roof.
She doesn’t fight me when I pull her arms above her head and lock them around her wrists.
“Do it,” Vegah orders. Vlad hits the switch and the attachment to her wrists pulls taut as he winds the winch. She gasps when she’s lifted off the ground until the chains around her ankles are pulled tight.
She winces in pain and a pang of something akin to guilt hits me, but I push that shit away. She is trying to destroy the family my man helped fucking build and I won’t allow her to take him or Vlad away from me.
“Is this the part where you kill me?” she grits out through clenched teeth.
“No.” Her features relax slightly at Vlad’s confession. “This is the part where we torture you until you give us what we want.” Her face falls.
I watch her intently. She masks her fear by hardening her features and looks at each of us with hatred.
Try as she might, she can't hide the lust lurking beneath.
I see it swirling in her blue eyes. She gets off on being restrained, and her fear only serves to heighten her arousal.
That shit makes me fucking hot for the bitch.
“Do your fucking worst,” she spits out.
Vegah chuckles and steps forward. She inhales sharply through her nose when he yanks her robe open, exposing her naked flesh to us.
Bruises mark her perfect body, that sight alone has me groaning.
Vegah grips her waist roughly, making her gasp.
She looks down at him with hunger—the bitch can’t seem to work out if she hates us or fucking wants us, it’s intoxicating.
She’s the type of woman any man would dream of.
She gets off on fighting and being dominated.
Vegah keeps his gaze on hers as he crouches down until his face is in line with her pussy. Her mouth parts in shock when he parts her folds with his fingers. He darts his tongue out and flicks it over her clit, making her cry out and jerk against the chains.
When he pulls back and looks up at her, there is a dark look in his eyes, a sinister smile I know all too well. He is about to inflict a pain on her that she could never comprehend in her wildest dreams.
“I believe you when you say you won’t talk, Prosecutor.
” Her brows bunch at his words. “The thing is, I’m skilled in the art of reading people and knowing how to target their weakness and extorting it until I get what I want.
” She inhales sharply and stiffens in her restraints. “I know what yours is,” he taunts.