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Ravage

I moved forward. As my thigh pushed against her heat, her back lowered toward the bed. Planting my hands on either side of her body, I crawled over where she lay, my chest scraping against her own. Her flat stomach met mine. Her breathing became erratic. I pressed my body down, watching a deep flush coat her skin. A timid cry slipped from her lips, the sound of her discomfort stimulating my muscles to burn in victory. She may have been strong in the face of pain, but me, like this? Close and touching her body? She was helpless and unable to quell her fear.

Pushing my hands higher until my top half completely covered hers. I placed my cheek against her cheek and dragged my mouth to her ear, her hands lifting to grab at my sides in response. She pushed hard against my chest. My cock filled with blood as she tried to fight me back. I laughed low and deep into her ear, pressing down harder until she couldn’t move beneath me. As my mouth hovered beside her ear, I flicked out my tongue and, with painstaking slowness, licked along the outside shell of her ear.

Her skin burned against mine, and with one last lap of her earlobe I growled, “In this chamber, you’re mine. What I want you do, your body I own, until you tell me what I want to know.”

She inhaled a shaky breath. Turning her head until her mouth was at my ear, she whimpered, “No. I beg you…”

She’d barely made a sound, but excitement raced through my veins as that plea filled the quiet room.

“You beg me what?” I probed.

Turning my head, I watched as her eyes squeezed shut and she simply repeated, “I beg you … no.” Her face contorted.

The ache built back in my chest and swelled to take root in my stomach when her hand suddenly ran down my chest. Slowly. Softly. My breathing paused as I searched her eyes wondering why. But I couldn’t read her. Couldn’t read her as tears filled her eyes and her finger ran just underneath my collar. The collar that now had her attention.

I frowned as that unknown feeling almost had me jumping back off the table. She was touching me softly. Me, the Mistress’s ugly beast. Me, the Russian bringer of death. It was impossible; Mistress made this face to keep all females but her away, so she would own me completely. But that fucking ache wouldn’t go at the thought that the little Georgian wasn’t seeing the scars. She was somehow seeing the forgotten me living underneath the beast’s scars.

No! I snapped at myself. You’re wrong. You’ve hurt her. She only sees you as you are—an evil killer. This isn’t real. This is only her fear taking hold. You’re her torturer.

I gritted my teeth, pissed at my stupid thoughts, and pushed myself to keep going with the plan. Rearing my face back until it was hovering above hers, I asked, “Who is Zaal Kostava to you?”

A single tear slipped out of the corner of her eye, but steeling her expression, she said, “I know no one by that name.”

Her dark eyes pierced through me as I studied her pretty, delicate face. Nodding my head, I slid down her body, my lips dragging along her flesh. Stopping just before I met her pussy, I lifted off her body. I couldn’t help but lick my lips and plant my palms on her tiny waist, then run my hands along her silky skin.

She was too fucking beautiful.

Lifting my hands, I held one out to her and with a harsh glare silently commanded her to do as ordered. She lifted herself from the bed and, trembling, placed her tiny hand in mine. For a second I stared at the sight of her palm on my palm. Her thin fingers looked lost in my rough and calloused hand; the feel of a warm hand shot a slice of pain through my stomach.

Her hand flinched, bringing me back to my plan. Wrapping my fingers around hers, I pulled her from the bed and guided her to the wall.

Turning round, I placed my hands on her shoulders and guided her back against the wall. Her face wore a nervous expression as I ordered, “Do not move!” The female stood against the wall, her small frame looking lost against the matte black background. Moving to a chest in the corner of the room, I opened the top and pulled out the leather padded cuffs. Carrying them back to where she waited, I bent down. Taking the ankle cuffs, I gently wrapped one around each ankle. Standing up, I took the wrist cuffs and did exactly the same with her wrists.

Gathering both of her wrists in one of my hands, I guided them above her head, and with my free hand I ran my finger slowly down her waist, leaning in to ask, “Do they hurt, kotyonok?”

At that name—kitten—slipping from my lips, she winced, but when I tilted my head to the side, waiting for her answer, she shook her head.

I caught her briefly staring intently at my identity number on my chest. When she realized I was watching her, she tore her gaze away. I frowned but kept going.

152 needed me to keep going.

Placing my finger and thumb on her chin, I bent my legs until my gaze poured into hers and instructed, “You answer me from now on, kotyonok.”

The little Georgian nodded her head obediently. My eyes narrowed in confusion at her sudden compliance. When I let my confusion show in my expression, she nodded and answered, “Yes. I’ll answer you.”

Shock rushed through me. I didn’t understand why she was suddenly agreeing to my commands when she had resisted my every move up until now. I also couldn’t work out the look on her face. The sadness etched in her features. Like she was suddenly seeing me differently. Like something had made her see me as someone new.

She watched me, waiting for my response. I pushed away my inner thoughts and pressed my forehead against hers. “Good little Georgian kotyonok.”

She inhaled a long breath and closed her eyes. Stepping back, I reached up and snapped the cuff’s hook into the chains hanging from above. Her arms hung in the air, her firm tits pushing out from her arched chest.

I repeated the action with the ankle shackles, then moved to the pulley farther along the wall. I held the lever until her arms and legs were pulled tight. A small surprised cry left her lips as her body spread against the wall.

Locking the pulley in place, I walked slowly back in front of her and, making sure her eyes were on me, hooked my hands in the sides of my sweatpants. I inched them down my hips, all the time scorching her with my glare. Her eyelids fluttered and her hands balled into fists above the tight cuffs.

My cock twitched under that unknown attentive stare. Muscles tensing, I lowered the sweatpants to the floor and kicked them away.

Straightening up, I met her stare again and rolled my neck. I could feel the tip of my cock hitting my lower torso. More important, I could see the red flush covering the female’s body. As I edged closer, her breathing became erratic. Running my hand through my hair, purposely flexing my broad chest, I landed right in front of her.

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