Page 33 of Ruinous Need
“I didn’t think youwantedmy affection.” She folds her arms over her chest as she sits up, looking a little dazed.
“Maybe I’ve changed my mind. If I have to put up with you all the time, maybe I should get something out of it.”
“I didn’t ask to be here, you know.”
I push her against the arm of the sofa. Her back arches towards me, almost involuntarily. I feel her nipples harden against my chest.
“Goddammit.” My voice is low and velvety. “You think I want to be here either? Watching my boss’s fiancée while he attends to something that actually matters?”
“If you don’t want me here, then let me go.”
Her sea-green eyes are hard and icy as she juts her chin forward. So defiant and daring. She doesn’t recognize the stakes. I can train that out of her.
I take her chin in my hand gently and her eyes go wide, like she’s waiting for me to kiss her. I trace my fingers over those plush lips and she opens her mouth for me.
“Letting you go is not an option, according to my cousin’s orders.”
“Then what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to make sure you understand the consequences of your actions.”
She swallows. I resist the urge to wrap my hand around her neck so that I can feel her throat bob like that. “H-how?”
At last. A sign that she knows I might be capable of hurting her. That tremor was only in her voice on that very first day, when she woke up confused and alone. Since then I’ve been worried she doesn’t have a shred of self-preservation instinct.
“Bend over the counter.”
“Why?”
I grit my teeth. “So I can teach you.” Her eyes widen as she processes my intention, but she nods.
I shove her forward and yank down her sweatpants. My sweatpants. Which she insists on wearing every day despite the drawers full of clothes in her own room.
Revealing — fuck — her bare ass and pussy. Already glistening with moisture.
My cock leaps in my pants at the sight.
I’m a goner. I can smell her sweet, heady scent.
“Lisette,” I growl. “Why are you not wearing panties?”
Her face flushes as she twists back to look at me, my hand still pinning her waist down to the counter. “I didn’t have any.”
I reach under the sweatshirt and trace my hand up to feel her peaked nipples. Sure enough, they’re bare too. I tweak them and her breasts mold to the shape of my palms.
“Fuck.”
This is my fault. I must have forgotten to stock her room with underwear. I guess she didn’t find my boxer briefs too appealing when she ransacked my room for sweatpants.
She’s had no underwear at all. This entire time. Just her bare pussy, bare breasts, under fabric of my soft sweatpants and hoodie… That close to me.
“And why didn’t you let me know?”
I don’t even try to hide the arousal in my voice.
So I’m turned on by my captive. Sue me. That’s how we are in the Bratva. We always want to hurt the prettiest, most vulnerable things. To twist them as far as they can go and see if they’ll break under the torment.
Lisette presses her face down to the counter again. The movement angles her pussy up to reveal more of that gleaming flesh, looking delicious. “I wasn’t speaking to you.”
