Page 18 of Debt to the Mafia King
Whether she signed the contract or not didn’t really matter now. She was mine.
I pulled the car up right in front of the apartment. I walked up to her door just as she swung it open.
For a second, she looked confused. “Viktor?”
I took her in at one glance. She was dressed and leaving the house already.
“Going somewhere, Printsessa?” Cocking my head to the side, I studied her with a lopsided smile on my face.
A flush tinged her cheeks pink. “I’m going to work.”
My smile slipped. “You’re lying to me. You have the next few days off.”
She looked taken aback. “I just got called in. Someone phoned in sick, and anyway,” she glared at me, “it’s none of your business what I do, Viktor.”
“Isn’t it?” Reaching out, I grabbed her bicep and squeezed. “See, I think it’s absolutely my business, Printsessa. I think everything you do is my business.”
“Let go of me, Viktor,” she said through gritted teeth. “What happened,” she glanced around the street nervously, almost like she didn’t want anyone to hear or see us together, and lowered her voice, “what happened last night was a mistake. It was fun.”
“Fun?” My eyebrows shot up. I took a step forward, trying to force her backward, so we could have this conversation in private. “I think it was more than fun. Or do you need me to remind you just how fun you thought it was?”
Leah stopped dead. “I’m not denying I had a good time, Viktor, but it doesn’t change anything. I haven’t made up my mind yet, and I need to get to work. I’ll let you know what I decide.” She dismissed me, yanking her arm out of my arm and attempted to go around me.
Grabbing her around the waist, I lifted her bodily against me and walked into her home, kicking the door behind me.
“Viktor, get your fucking hands off—”
“Curse at me again, Leah,” I hissed in her ear, “and I’ll stuff your mouth so full of my cock that you can’t breathe, let alone talk. No wife of mine will have that sort of language.”
She stiffened. “What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not your wife, that wasn’t—”
Falling down on her threadbare couch, I pulled her over my knee. My hand came down hard on her ass three times in quick succession.
She squealed,“Viktor.” She wailed. “Stop that, it hurts.”
I squeezed hard enough that she sucked in a pained breath. “And it will continue to hurt until you learn to do as you are told.” Finally, I let go of her enough for her to scramble away. “Now sit down so we can discuss the particulars of the contract.”
In answer, she glared down at me. “I need to get to work,” she said firmly.
That was it, jumping up, I gripped her chin in my hand and squeezed. Lowering my face to hers, I dropped my voice. “And I just told you that I will not be disobeyed. I like your fire, Leah. But don’t ever doubt that I’ll extinguish it in a heartbeat if you keep going against me. You WILL do as you are told. Now sit down and behave.”
Her eyes went saucer round. There was actual fear in them.
And the monster in me liked it there.
“I—”
“Stop,” I snapped. “Do not finish that sentence because I can already tell it’s going to be something I don’t like. Sit down.” Letting go of her, she suddenly stumbled backwards.
But she didn’t sit down.
“Leah. I am warning you,” I growled out. My temper had snapped. “Sit down now, otherwise,” a cruel smile spread across my face. “A light spanking is the least of your worries. I have other ways of disciplining you.” My eyes locked on her face, specifically on her lips. I’d mentioned fucking her mouth a few minutes ago, and now, it was all I could think about.
She had such a pretty mouth. It would look even more beautiful stretched wide and wrapped around my throbbing cock. Something must have shown on my face because her already wide eyes grew wider. She sat on the edge of the chair, her hands twisted in her lap and her eyes glued to the floor.
“Much better. Here, I am going to need you to read through this. It’s all straightforward. And very, very generous.” Silently, I passed over the envelope before taking my seat opposite her.
Leah’s fingers trembled as she opened the envelope and began to read the thick wad of papers. A tiny line appeared between her eyebrows, and it grew deeper the more she read. At the bottom of the first page, she lifted her eyes to me warily.
