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He must not have been expecting it.

I managed to move him back a good foot and a half, just enough to duck under his arm and escape the cage his body had me in.

The sweater slipped past my knees, drowning me in warmth I no longer wanted.

"How dare you go through my things?" I hissed, hands trembling.

Pavel ignored my outrage, lifting one of the photographs. "You said you were paying back your father's debts. You didn't fucking say anything about this."

I froze. Staring at the photo with my grandmother's eyes burned out.

His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur.

"Either tell me what is going on… or I get my belt."

CHAPTER 18

PAVEL

Alina was going to tell me everything I wanted to know—whether she liked it or not.

Soon enough, she was going to learn that I was not someone to be fucked with.

She needed to understand that I was a man to be obeyed, without question.

My hand snapped out, wrapping around the base of her throat, not hard enough to cut off her air, but firm enough she knew I could.

I pushed her against the wall and caged her in again, hovering over her so she couldn’t miss the differences in our bodies. I wanted to impress our height disparity on her, how her thinness contrasted with my muscular build, and to remind her how my hard cock could impale her sweet little cunt over and over.

She was being a brat, and I needed to put an end to that immediately.

Things would not turn out well for her if she forgot for even a moment who she was dealing with.

I couldn't keep her safe if she didn't respect what I could do and fear the monster that I could become.

I caressed her cheek, my touch deceptively gentle as I leaned into her, pressing my body against her, my cock already hard as it settled against her soft stomach.

"Remember, sweetheart, I have very creative ways of making people talk. I'd rather have a civilized conversation over dinner, but if you would prefer a more… interesting way, that can be arranged."

She still refused. Her lips pressed together in a firm line, her jaw clenched so hard that her cheek twitched.

Her stubbornness was impressive, but there was still fear in her eyes. Her hands still trembled at her sides.

My patience was running thin, and I didn't know what pissed me off more—that someone was hurting her, threatening her, or that she was protecting them.

Neither was going to work for me.

All she had to do to end this suffering was tell me everything.

I knew that you attracted more flies with honey, and if I had the time, maybe I would coax the information from her. Maybe I'd be inclined to be gentle, earn her confidence, or just tie her to the bed again and edge her until she broke. I rather liked that idea. My cock throbbed with the need to do exactly that.

Too bad it wouldn't work. Not because I couldn't break her with pleasure and pain, but because I had already tested the limits of my control.

There was no way in hell I could see her cunt wet and dripping for me again, feel it gripping my fingers, my tongue, or my cock without losing my mind and fuckingher so thoroughly neither one of us would be in any position to ask or answer questions, let alone form coherent thought.

Work first.

Lose myself in her tight body second.

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