out my tongue and lapped it into my mouth.
Her shocked reaction emerged as a confused whimper. And I smirked into her hair, moving my chest closer to hers.
“Elene Melua,” I murmured again into her ear. “So beautiful. Too beautiful for me to hurt anymore. Too beautiful for me to make scream”—I paused, then added, “in pain.” My fingers pressed against the front of her throat as she sucked in a gasp at my words; then they drifted down to her chest.
The female completely stilled. Rubbing my chest against her tits, I eventually moved back and held out my hand. She looked down at my hand and shook her head in resistance. Stepping closer still, my heavily muscled legs pushed between hers. She fought to refuse my entrance, but combating her strength was like swatting a fly—she was nothing to me.
I moved forward. As my thigh pushed against her heat, her back lowered toward the bed. Planting my hands on either side of her body, I crawled over where she lay, my chest scraping against her own. Her flat stomach met mine. Her breathing became erratic. I pressed my body down, watching a deep flush coat her skin. A timid cry slipped from her lips, the sound of her discomfort stimulating my muscles to burn in victory. She may have been strong in the face of pain, but me, like this? Close and touching her body? She was helpless and unable to quell her fear.
Pushing my hands higher until my top half completely covered hers. I placed my cheek against her cheek and dragged my mouth to her ear, her hands lifting to grab at my sides in response. She pushed hard against my chest. My cock filled with blood as she tried to fight me back. I laughed low and deep into her ear, pressing down harder until she couldn’t move beneath me. As my mouth hovered beside her ear, I flicked out my tongue and, with painstaking slowness, licked along the outside shell of her ear.
Her skin burned against mine, and with one last lap of her earlobe I growled, “In this chamber, you’re mine. What I want you do, your body I own, until you tell me what I want to know.”
She inhaled a shaky breath. Turning her head until her mouth was at my ear, she whimpered, “No. I beg you…”
She’d barely made a sound, but excitement raced through my veins as that plea filled the quiet room.
“You beg me what?” I probed.
Turning my head, I watched as her eyes squeezed shut and she simply repeated, “I beg you … no.” Her face contorted.
The ache built back in my chest and swelled to take root in my stomach when her hand suddenly ran down my chest. Slowly. Softly. My breathing paused as I searched her eyes wondering why. But I couldn’t read her. Couldn’t read her as tears filled her eyes and her finger ran just underneath my collar. The collar that now had her attention.
I frowned as that unknown feeling almost had me jumping back off the table. She was touching me softly. Me, the Mistress’s ugly beast. Me, the Russian bringer of death. It was impossible; Mistress made this face to keep all females but her away, so she would own me completely. But that fucking ache wouldn’t go at the thought that the little Georgian wasn’t seeing the scars. She was somehow seeing the forgotten me living underneath the beast’s scars.
No! I snapped at myself. You’re wrong. You’ve hurt her. She only sees you as you are—an evil killer. This isn’t real. This is only her fear taking hold. You’re her torturer.
I gritted my teeth, pissed at my stupid thoughts, and pushed myself to keep going with the plan. Rearing my face back until it was hovering above hers, I asked, “Who is Zaal Kostava to you?”
A single tear slipped out of the corner of her eye, but steeling her expression, she said, “I know no one by that name.”
Her dark eyes pierced through me as I studied her pretty, delicate face. Nodding my head, I slid down her body, my lips dragging along her flesh. Stopping just before I met her pussy, I lifted off her body. I couldn’t help but lick my lips and plant my palms on her tiny waist, then run my hands along her silky skin.
She was too fucking beautiful.
Lifting my hands, I held one out to her and with a harsh glare silently commanded her to do as