3. Valerian
VALERIAN
I want to shove my cock in that mouth and see how much of me she can take.
I know she’d like that.
Her pupils are dilated, her cheeks flushed. Sweat beads down her forehead as she gasps, trying to even out her breathing.
Her eyes are fixated on me. They have been for a while now. I get the sense she wants to tear her gaze away. Look elsewhere. But she can’t quite bring herself to.
I’m the most interesting thing in this room and she knows it.
I trail my finger along her collarbone. She’s wearing a cropped white T-shirt. I see her breasts knocking together underneath as she inhales sharp breaths.
I have to say—I’m impressed my son managed to hold down a woman like this. She’s way out of his league.
I’m looking forward to seeing his face when he realizes I took away all of his possessions, including the woman he tried to set up.
This is what he deserves. He’s the reason we almost lost everything.
Joy’s cheeks turn red.
She makes it very obvious she’s never been handcuffed to a bed before. Igor clearly didn’t perform very well in the bedroom.
Can’t say I’m surprised. He’s always been doing the bare minimum.
Igor needs to be more grateful. I gave him everything. He graduated high school at eighteen and didn’t need to worry about a career. I’d already set one up for him in the Bratva as my right-hand-man.
Unfortunately, Igor doesn’t understand discipline. Running a Bratva is more than a full-time job, but Igor doesn’t understand that. He met Joy six months ago and started entertaining her instead of being a good right-hand-man to me.
“What do you know about these documents?” I perch on the side of the bed.
Joy shrugs in the handcuffs. “The account is based in Dubai. That’s all I know. Igor kicked me out of his apartment before I could do any more investigating.”
Joy said he framed her for stealing millions of dollars.
That checks out.
Igor must’ve stolen the money from the Bratva and put it straight into an offshore account, thinking I wouldn’t know.
Unfortunately for him, I know everything.
I push off from the bed again, sticking my face in hers.
She has such a beautiful scent. Something floral and sweet, mixed with darkness. Something uniquely hers. I’m sure I’ll be smelling more of that when she opens her legs and begs me to fuck her.
They all do in the end.
But Joy…
Something’s different about her. Women usually submit. They don’t tend to put up a fight. She continued breaking into Igor’s property, even after she knew I was watching.
I deal with people every day. Ninety-nine percent of them are weak. I wrap my hands around their neck, and they submit. They don’t fight when I take their life because they know I can make it worse for them.
Joy kept fighting me when I blindfolded her. She has a smart mouth, likes a challenge. But that will all change when she realizes who I am.
At the moment, she’s underestimating me.
“So.” She clears her throat. “How long will this take?”
“Didn’t you hear me, printsessa? I own you now.”
“Sure,” she quips.
I comb through her brunette locks. They’re long. Very pretty. I could wrap her hair around my hands, pull her closer to my cock as I take her from behind. Show her how it’s really done, since Igor clearly hasn’t shown her.
I trail my finger over her pink cheek. God, what pale skin she has. She really is the picture of innocence, except her eyes suggest she wants to kill me.
A lot of people want to do that. But none of them ever manage to pull it off.
I’m sure death will come for me in the end. And that’s why I need to punish Igor the hard way, teach him a lesson so he’ll be ready to step up when it’s time for him to take over. At the moment, he’s too weak. Too much of a liability.
“You’re going to marry me tomorrow.”
“Um. What?!” Joy’s pale blue eyes flare wide. She jerks forward, my handcuffs clanging on the headboard each time she tries to set herself free.
“Stay still, will you?” I thrust her back into the headboard, pinning her there. Her eyes freeze over mine. And those pretty pink lips part again to suck in more air. They could be sucking on something more pleasurable.
“I don’t care about your stupid mahogany.”
“You should, unless you want me to make this more difficult for you.” I capture her chin, tilting it up so she’s forced to look into my eyes again. “Because I can, printsessa. In more ways than you could ever imagine.”
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