“Thank you, that will be all.” I say, dismissing the guard, my eyes on Misha as I step close to her.
“What are you up to?” I ask, glaring down at her, trying to hide my curiosity because she has not stopped smiling.
“I had an accident.” She shrugs.
I glance at the front left fender. It’s not a terrible accident, but the car will have to be sent away for bodywork.
Her eyes play over my hands and the front of my shirt. “What were you doing?” She asks without a trace of fear in her voice.
Interesting.
“I was handling some business. Someone decided to try to push my limits.” There is a hint of warning in my voice.
“Mm. I wasn’t sure you had limits.” She says, turning away from me, brushing her hand over the bonnet of the car.
I grab her and spin her to face me again. She’s playing games. This wasn’t an accident, and she’s testing me.
“Is that why you did this, little pet - to test my limits?”
Her eyes flash with excitement. “This was an accident.” She says sweetly, but the smile on her face says otherwise.
“And you’ve been such a good girl—” I growl, pulling her close to me. “What a pity that I’m going to have to punish you for this.”
Her smile gets wider before she quickly bites her lower lip to hide it.
“Oh no.” She purrs.
I step away, staring coldly at her, my energy shifting. “Go upstairs and wait in your room. I will be there to deal with you when I’m finished with my other business.”
“How long will you be?” She asks.
I clench my jaw and snarl, grabbing her throat and pulling her mouth close to mine. “Never question a command again. Go.” The little gasp of pleasure that falls from her lips sends a thrilling bolt of electricity through my entire body.
She thrills me a thousand times more than what is going on in the cellar.
No one has ever thrilled me more than the pleasure of torturing a man to death.
How fascinating.
I release her and walk away, but my cock is already hard, and I have to refocus my thoughts to push her from my mind.
But even as I walk back into the cellar all I want to do is finish this quickly and go back to her.
“It’s your lucky day, Dimitri.” I say loudly and cheerfully as I descend the stairs towards him.
He mumbles something I can’t make out. He’s too weak to lift his head.
“Our time here has been cut short. More enticing lures have been thrown into the water for me.”
“Please—” He gargles, his lips wet with blood. “Please, let - me - go?—”
“Oh, goodness, no. That isn’t what’s going to happen. Besides, the chances of you surviving what’salreadyhappened are pretty low. I’ve removed a good few pounds of your flesh and you’ve lost a lot of blood. My men need your body anyway - to display as a warning to anyone who thinks of trying what you tried.”
“No.” He gasps as I pick up the knife again. “No.” He begs and shifts, but he’s too weak and his time is up.
That same tune is still stuck in my head, the one my mother used to sing, and I’m still whistling it when I walk into the mansion and head upstairs to shower. The sun has set an hour ago. Even though I rushed things, it still took longer than I expected.
It also takes a while to scrub Dimitri’s blood from my skin.
