Page 72 of Velvet Chains
Is she awake yet? Has she eaten?Did she find the clothes I left for her? The fancy dress, all silk and lace and soft as sin? I can picture it, the way the delicate fabric would hug her curves, tease at her skin.
I want to rip it off her.
Want to shred it to pieces and bury myself in her heat, feel her clench around my cock as I make her scream. Want to fuck her until she can’t walk, can’t think, can’t do anything but beg for more.
And I will. But first, I gotta deal with this piece of shit.
I lean in close, my hand wrapped around Dave’s throat, squeezing just hard enough to make him squirm.
“Now, are you going to keep your fucking mouth shut, or are you going to give me the juicy details on Vasiliev?”
Dave’s eyes bulge, his face turning an ugly shade of purple. “Please,” he chokes out, lips turning blue, teeth chattering. “He… he was going to kill me. He found out that I was… stealing money from him. Just like I did with… with your money.”
Misha barks out a laugh, the sound harsh and grating. “You’re a fucking idiot, you know that? Who the fuck do you think you are?”
I snort, shaking my head in disgust. “And you thought taking his ledger was going to save your sorry ass?”
Dave trembles, his whole body shaking like a leaf. “No, I… I thought I could sell it off to you.”
I stare at his pathetic, sniveling face and feel a surge of victory.
He’s not just a thief. He’s a traitor. A rat. And I know he’s got information I need.
Vasiliev. That suka’s been a thorn in my side for too long. Always one step ahead, always slithering out of my grasp like the snake he is.
But not anymore. Not with his ledger in my hands. All his dirty little secrets laid bare for me to see. His suppliers, his contacts in the police, his buyers… it’s all mine now.
But I need more. Need to know everything. Every weakness, every pressure point. And Dave… Dave’s gonna give it to me.
I tighten my grip on his throat, leaning in until our faces are inches apart. “Listen up, you little shit. You’re going to tell me everything you know about Vasiliev. Every fucking detail. And if you even think about holding back…”
I let the threat hang in the air, let him fill in the blanks with his own twisted imagination.
Dave nods frantically, tears and snot running down his face. “I’ll tell you,” he whimpers. “I’ll tell you everything. Just… just don’t kill me. Please.”
I smile, the expression cold and cruel. “Oh, I’m not going to kill you, Dave. Not yet, anyway. First, you’re going to talk. And then…” I lean back, cracking my knuckles. “Then we’ll see just how valuable you really are.”
The thought makes my blood sing.
I’m gonna make this bastard pay. Gonna wring every last drop of information out of him.
And then I’m gonna use it to bring Vasiliev to his fucking knees.
Chapter 30
Victor
WITH A flicker of hesitation, I glance at the silent phone, my thumb hovering over the screen.
I’ve never been one to text women, but something about Laura has me reaching for my phone like a fucking teenager.
I type out a message, then delete it just as quickly.
You back safe?
No, that’s not right. Delete.
I try again.
