Page 6 of Her Russian Master
“Fuck you,” she repeated.
Tommy slapped her with an open hand before Yuri even had a chance to move.
“Don’t,” he snapped, too loudly.Get a grip, Yuri.His breath came too fast, fingers tightening into fists at his sides.
“Why not?”Tommy asked.
“Because, she has pretty face.”It was hard to make his lips open enough to speak, his mouth was so fucking tight.“I want to keep looking at it.You put bruises on her, I have to look at ugly face.”He adopted what he hoped was a casual stroll over to her and stroked away the red spot on her cheek with his thumb.
Looking into the depths of her furious brown eyes nearly killed him.
Tommy snorted but seemed to accept that.Yuri had played the part of the crazy Russian for so long they accepted all kinds of quirks from him, mostly because they respected the level of violence he could bring.
“So wheredoyou want me to hit her?”
He had to force himself to remove his hand from her and turn away, to speak casually.“I don’t care.Not the face.”
Freddo cocked his head, peering at Lucy.“Yeah, I guess I see what you mean.I wouldn’t have called her pretty, but it’s there.”
Jesus!Fuck, these guys are such idiots.Did they only think a girl with long hair and a skirt fit the definition of pretty?
“So that’s your type, huh?”Freddo asked.“You like the piercings and pigtails?”
Do not engage with the idiots.
“Yeah.”He returned to Lucy.“You want something to eat, baby?”
She glared at him and shook her head, which made Tommy laugh some more.“I don’t think she wants to be yourbaby, Russian.”
She definitely didn’t wantto be Yuri’s baby.Except for the fact that she still believed she might hold some kind of sway over him.She’d seen the way his fists tightened and nostrils flared when Tommy hit her.It was almost as if he’d been trying tohidehow much it bothered him.Was he playing the other two?Hehadpromised her he’d keep her safe.Was this his way of ensuring her safety?Keeping close to step in when they got too physical?
How much good his real or imagined affection for her would do her in a situation like this was debatable.He might be willing to order her a hamburger from room service, but that didn’t mean he’d let her or her brother off the hook if the don said to shoot them.
She supposed she had to decide whether she was willing to work the small favor angle in hopes it led somewhere, or just give him the middle finger.
She studied the impressive figure he made, standing with his back to her, fiddling with the television.His expensive button-down short-sleeved shirt did nothing to camouflage the latent power of his shoulders and arms.His muscled ass filled out his slacks.His golden-blond hair didn’t soften the tough-guy look in the slightest.In fact, his Slavic good looks made the whole package even more frightening.Next to the twoguidoshe was with, he definitely looked like the one who made grown men scream in terror.But the bad boy thing, coupled with his apparent interest in her, made him more than a little attractive.
In fact, the idea of using Yuri to make her horrible predicament more bearable held some appeal.Though she’d never considered herself a cock-tease, the idea of slowly peeling down her tank top to show her tits, squeezing them and rubbing them as she slid down to her knees in front of the bulge in his crotch flitted through her mind.
What would the Russian do?Clench those tattooed knuckles?Sit back to see what she’d do?No.He wasn’t therestrained at a strip clubtype.He’d be more the kind to grab her by the hair and force her down on his cock.Or to pin her wrists above her head and fuck her hard against the wall.
Andthatidea appealed way too much to her.
Well, if she decided it was worth it, seducing him might not be a hardship, but she was reserving judgement on that one.
Yuri ordered food anyway, glancing at her as he placed the order, as if he might read by her blank face what she liked to eat.
Freddo and Tommy pulled the desk out and arranged chairs around it.A deck of cards appeared.“Yuri, you in?”
His eyes flicked to their table, then to her.His face was unreadable.“Yeah, I’m in.”He strolled past her.Though he never looked, the air between them crackled as he went by, sending tingles up her bare legs.
Crazy Russian.No man had ever had her eventhinkingabout seduction before.Sex was something she did for fun.Or for entertainment.To feel good.She hadn’t met anyone yet she wanted to lock in for a lifetime of the same.Funny how the Russian filled her brain with all kinds of errant thoughts.Like what it would be like to lick a line down his abs to his happy trail.
She cursed the thoughts.Right now she needed to think about how to get the hell out of here.And her best chance lay with alerting the guy coming for room service.They wouldn’t let him enter with her duct taped to a chair, would they?
Presumably, they’d just take the food at the door.She was surprised but pleased they hadn’t taped her mouth shut, because it would give her a chance to scream.Of course they may just shoot her right there, but she didn’t think so.Chances were good they’d take her somewhere more secluded to kill her.
Her sense of timing might be off, but she waited until she thought the food might be coming soon.“I need to use the bathroom,” she announced.
