things that can be done to a person, and I’ve been the one holding the gun as I took away countless lives.
But something about this instance feels wrong. Like I should apologize for scaring her so badly.
And yet, as soon as it occurs to me, I throw aside the idea.
No quarter will be given. No mercy. Not today. Not ever.
If anything, I should drag her from the room and punish her for manipulating Niko. She’s here to look after him and take care of his needs, not break down in tears because she got what she deserved. This only proves how weak she is. How weak she tried to make me.
I close my eyes and imagine giving her what she deserves. Bending her over the same chair I had her father in… ripping down those tight leggings she so loves to wear… Burning her pale ass with one hard, sharp spank after another, each one coaxing that delicious moan from between those sweet lips…
I’m growing hard beneath my zipper as I picture the scene. I ought to stop. But I can’t.
Because in my head, the fingers of one hand are creeping up her thighs while the other winds in the roots of her hair and yanks back hard. I’m teasing at her wetness, savoring each gasp she emits. Her panties and leggings are like cuffs around her ankles, and with my hand pinning her to the chair, she has nowhere to go, nowhere to run.
She’s utterly and completely mine.
I can practically smell her desire. This might be punishment, but there’s part of her that wants it, craves it, knows she deserves it. I’ll give that part all that it can handle and more.
My visualization intensifies. Now, I’m sliding a finger, two, into her opening and stroking at her inner walls. I’m spanking her again, feeling how she tightens around me.
Then, keeping that hair tight in my fist like reins, I’m freeing myself from my pants and sinking into her to the hilt. Fucking hard, relentless, the harsh crash of my hips against her ample ass the only sound worth hearing.
Her moans are music.
Her skin, striped red, is art.
And when I reach my peak, pull out, and unleash ropes of cum on the curve of her ass…
That’s fucking salvation.
I come back to the present moment, gasping as if that all just really happened. When I realize what I’ve been doing—fantasizing about this fucking captive who tried to betray me—I slap myself across the face once.
“Get it together, Matvei,” I growl. “Right the fuck now.”
When I’ve caught my breath, I return to my office, figuring the one thing to clear my head is business. I have contacts to arrange meetings with, as well as speaking to Timofei and Miron later tonight.
But when I sit in my office, all I can hear is the sound of Victoria crying down the hall. It goes on forever, lulling every now and then, but a few minutes later, she’s sobbing loudly again.
I rub my temples and sit back in my chair, groaning.
There’s a knock at the door, and Nikolas twists open the knob, stepping inside. He stands in the middle of my office, teddy bear in his arms, and looks at me.
“Yes, Niko?”
“I can’t sleep … Can I sleep in here?”
I fight back the urge to sigh and say, “Fine. But you have to be quiet. I’m going to be making phone calls.”
He nods and climbs onto the sofa, still clutching his teddy bear to his chest. There’s a moment of silence before he asks, “Is Victoria mad at me?”
“What do you mean?”
“She wouldn’t read a book to me tonight. I think she’s mad at me. And she keeps crying, too.”
“Don’t worry about her, alright?”
He purses his lips together and nods, rolling over towards the back of the couch. I resist the urge to march down the hall and reenact my fantasy, with an added spank or two for what she’s doing to my still-fragile nephew.
At least, until I remember the fact that, even though I know she involved him, she didn’t let him take the blame.
She lied to protect him, to keep me from hurting him like she thought I might. That has to count for something, and it’s the one thing that holds me back from yelling at her anymore. When Nikolas finally gets to sleep and Victoria stops crying and quiets down, I’m thankfully able to finish everything I need to do.
The following days are more than uncomfortable, and I rarely spend time