Chapter 37
Owen sent a hard jab into the ambassador’s right side, directly into his kidney. Dvorak leaned over, gasping for breath.
For the past five minutes, Owen had pounded Dvorak’s body without a single punch landing on his face. Though that was harder to refrain from than he’d expected. He sent another jab into Dvoark’s kidney.
“All right,” Dvorak gasped. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” Owen stated. He bent over so his face was even with Dvorak’s. He wanted to hit him some more, but he wasn’t surprised that Dvorak had given in so easily. Men like Dvorak liked to wield power but were ultimately weak. “Where is my father?”
“I . . . I do not know,” Egor answered while he struggled to breathe.
Owen stood and grabbed a handful of Dvorak’s black hair and jerked his head back. “You know, and you’re going to tell me.”
“Kept from me for this reason,” Dvorak hurried to say.
“Is he still in the States?”
“I do not know!”
Owen didn’t believe him. How could he? Dvorak was known for his subterfuge. “I think that’s horseshit. You’d want to know every detail.”
Dvorak tried to shake his head, but Owen’s hold tightened. “If Orrin’s sons lived up to their reputation, I wanted to be prepared. I studied him and all of you.”
“This is a goddamn game to you, isn’t it?”
He glanced at Natalie to see that she was staring at Dvorak. Her eyes held a wealth of anger and purpose. Her gaze lifted to meet his.
There was something different about her, as if she saw the scene in another way. Natalie shooed him back with her hands. He stared long and hard at her before he released Dvorak.
The ambassador’s head dropped forward. She moved toward him. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders before slowly smoothing over them to his chest.
Dvorak tried to turn and see who it was. Owen retreated as far as he could to allow Natalie to keep all of Dvorak’s attention. If a beating wouldn’t work, perhaps seduction would.
Dvorak closed his eyes and tried to turn his head away. Owen watched as Natalie ran her lips over Dvorak’s neck to his ear and nipped.
“Do you like that?” she asked in a husky voice.
Owen sure as fuck didn’t.
Dvorak nodded.
She unbuttoned Dvorak’s shirt and spread it wide. Then dug her nails into his skin and pulled her fingers together. “I can give you pleasure to remove the pain,” she whispered.
“Da. Please,” he begged.
“You like control, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“You like commanding others and taking lives.”
“Yes,” he replied, his breath hitching when Natalie bit his earlobe.
She met Owen’s gaze. That’s when he realized this was her way of getting back at Dvorak for the men at her house. Owen gave her a nod of reassurance.
Natalie doubled her efforts. It revolted her to be touching such a vile man this way, but the beating was getting them nowhere. Dvorak was a man. He needed a different incentive. And what did a man like Dvorak crave? Women.
She moved to stand before him, a smile on her face. He no longer seemed to care that she was a target. His thoughts were elsewhere. She squatted in front of him, being sure to place her hands near his cock.
His groan filled the room when her hands ran leisurely up and down his thighs, coming closer and closer to his rod. She held his gaze and bit her tongue so as not to gag when she cupped him, squeezing his cock and causing him to moan loudly.
“More,” he urged.
As soon as her hands stopped touching him, Dvorak opened his eyes. She smiled and lifted her skirt while she straddled his lap.
She then grabbed the arms of the chair and bent back, pushing her breasts forward. Dvorak attempted to lean forward to bury his face in her breasts, but she pulled back before he could.
“I’m in charge,” she ordered.
He was panting, his eyes trained on her while her hips ground into him. “Yes.”
Natalie straightened and moved as if she were going to kiss him. At the last minute, she grabbed his face in her hand. “Do you want to kiss me?”
Dvorak nodded, beyond words.
“I can allow that. If you answer my questions.”
His eyes were dilated, his arousal evident. “Anything.”
“Where is Orrin Loughman?”
Dvorak’s face contorted as if he remembered he shouldn’t talk. She redoubled her efforts by grinding into his cock.
“Yes!” he shouted. “More, please.”
“There’s more,” Natalie told him. “Tell me where Orrin is.”
“Kiss me first.”
She wasn’t sure if she could do it, but then she thought of Owen and all he’d done for her. She leaned forward and kissed Dvorak as if it were all she craved in the world.
After, she ran her hands through Dvorak’s black hair and put her lips near his mouth again. “Do you want another kiss?” she whispered seductively and ground against his cock once more.
“Yes.”
“I’ll give you as many as you want, but I want something in return.”
Dvorak was panting. “Anything. Ask anything.”
“Tell me of Orrin.”
“Virginia,” Dvorak answered. “He is in Virginia. Now kiss me again.”
She scored his chest with her nails, careful not to break the skin. “I give the orders.”
“Please,” Dvorak begged. “May I have another kiss?”
Natalie couldn’t believe how effective this was. Then again, Dvorak thought he was smarter than most. To him, she was just a woman. What could she do?
Well, she was going to show him how capable she was. Maybe then she’d remind him that she wasn’t alone in the room.
Natalie reached down and unfastened his slacks. Dvorak groaned loudly, his eyes wild with lust. “Who made the bioweapon?” she asked as she rubbed her breasts against his chest.
Dvorak groaned loudly, his hips rising from the chair to grind into her. “Cannot.”
When he hesitated, she gave him a harsh look and slapped him. “You will submit to me.”
This act was rather gratifying. To have someone like Dvorak willing to do nearly anything for sex. It made her want to roll her eyes.
Dvorak nodded eagerly. “I am.”
“No, you’re not. Who made the bioweapon?”
Once more, he dithered. She grabbed his cock and squeezed.
“Konrad Jankovic. He defected two days ago. But you know that,” Dvorak said and attempted to kiss her.
She dodged him and put her hand around his throat. “I tell you when you can touch and kiss me.”
“I told you,” he said in a sulk.
Natalie caressed his face before slapping him. “You’ve told me nothing.”
“Jankovic must be found. My men look for him now.”
She pulled her skirt up higher. It caused Dvorak to groan loudly. “Is there an antidote to the weapon?”
Dvorak shook his head. “Jankovic is the only one who can create it.”
She ran her finger along Dvorak’s lower lip. “You’ve done good.”
“Worth another kiss?” he asked hopefully.
She laughed and rocked her hips against him. “If you tell me how Jankovic defected.”
“Your government.”
Owen grabbed Natalie, moving her away. She was relieved that they had all the information they needed. Only then did Dvorak realize what had occurred.
She waved her fingers at him. “You’re a sick son of a bitch who deserves the most painful death imaginable.”
“One that lasts for months,” Owen added.
Then he walked behind Dvorak and knocked him unconscious with a hit to the back of his head again. With that, they walked from the room.