Page 53 of My Super Sexy Spy
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I get it. Torture and mayhem. You both know I don’t know anything, right?”
She sneered. “You think you’re clever. MaybeLiamand his pierced dick made you feel more confident than you should be.”
“Hey!” I said, outraged. “How do you know he’s got a pierced dick?”
“Yes,” Dmitri said, scowling at Marta. “How do you know this? Is it true?”
“Oh, it’s true,” I muttered.
She shook her head at Dmitri and got out of the car. Dmitri also exited and waved his gun at me in case I wasn’t cluing into the fact that I was supposed to follow.
I scooted over and exited the car, taking the small purse with me. Dmitri and Marta flanked me on either side. I tried to look for any indicators that might tell me where I was, but it looked like any other creepy parking garage.
They directed me toward an elevator, and we rode all the way to the penthouse. It wasn’t until we exited the elevator, crossed the hallway, and stepped into the extravagant apartment with the view of the Eiffel Tower, that I realized where we were.
Back at Gino’s. Only he hadn’t had the penthouse apartment. I’d taken the stairs when I’d left his place earlier. What felt like days ago, but was, in reality, only hours ago.
“Sit.” Marta directed me to one of the chairs in the apartment. “Dmitri, tie her.”
“Of course,” he said silkily. “As soon as you tell me how you knowLiamhas a pierced dick.”
“Really?” Marta snapped. “We’re really going to do this now while we arethisclose to obtaining the information we’ve been searching for, for months?”
Marta had pinched her fingers together about an inch apart when she’d emphasizedthis.
I took the seat she’d indicated earlier. Burnished green silk, ornate design, something that looked quintessentially old and French.
“Oh Dmitri, that’s about the size of his piercing,” I said, pushing my fingers together to show him. “I just felt like I should defend his dick honor. You can corroborate that, Marta.”
Not that I was thrilled Liam, at some point, had done the nasty with Marta, but if I could sow mistrust between these two, that had to be to my advantage.
“You said you weren’t attracted to him. You said he was too skinny,” Dmitri mumbled even as he pulled out a piece of rope from an inside pocket of his leather coat. I wondered what else was tucked inside his coat. Guns, rope, pliers maybe? Great for removing fingernails?
First, he took the purse from my hand and stuffed it into his pocket pants. Then he tied the rope around my wrists and tugged at it hard, but not so hard I was going to lose circulation to my fingers. I did everything I could to give myself as much wiggle room as possible, but even if I could free my hands, it wasn’t like I had anywhere to go.
“He kind of grows on you,” I whispered to Dmitri. “Just gets under your skin until the next thing you know, you want him so much, you’re willing to suck his cock, piercing and all.”
“Shut up,” he grumbled, stepping back from me. “Shut your filthy mouth. I’m going to enjoy making you suffer.”
“It sounds like you’re the one who is suffering,” I pointed out. “Suffering from a heartache.”
He pulled on the rope tightly, and jerked my hands down so that it felt like my shoulders were going to pop out of their sockets. I bit my bottom lip and tried not to make a sound, but I knew he’d heard my whimper.
“Dmitri, go get Gino. Let him try to hold out now that we have his precious legacy.”
Dmitri snarled, not sure if that was for me or for Marta, but he did as ordered.
“Figured he was the two to your one,” I said nodding. “He’s not very smart, is he?”
Marta walked in front of me and crouched down. She was wearing a simple pair of jeans that probably cost a fortune and a midnight blue, V-neck sweater that showed off her ample cleavage. I hadn’t noticed before when she was playing nursemaid to my father, but now I could see she didn’t do anything without a sexual purpose.
Even dressing to tail someone for an afternoon.
“You’re going to want to save your energy, little bird. Once daddy sees what I plan to let Dmitri do to you, he’ll sing like a canary. Whether you survive it, I can’t say. You’re rather puny. One wonders what the American saw in your skinny, bony frame and your flat chest.”
“Bitch, I’ll tell you what he saw. My much finer pussy. Were you bummed that he’d decided to knock you out rather than bang you silly? I assume you know about the piercing from surveillance photos because you and I both know he wanted nothing to do with your skanky Russian ass.”
Her face crumbled from smug to bitch face.
