Let him sweat it out a little, realizing I held something invaluable over him.
His daughter.
“Let me talk to her. I deserve proof of life.” He drew in a shaky breath. “I want her back. Now.”
His demands made me chuckle again.
But then my lips thinned as I swept my gaze over Roya. I wasn’t quite finished with her yet.
“Nyet. Not tonight. I don’t think you’re in the position to set the terms this time. I’ll call you back when I’m ready and not a moment sooner.” I ended the call and put the phone down with calm that had to infuriate Roya.
She spit out a stifled curse, proving once more that she wasn’t some simpering, meek female.
Pacing a few steps from her, I lowered down into a chair. I took my damn time, finishing both my vodka and my cigarette.
Meanwhile, she continued to shout and struggle until finally her head dipped down, loosened hair fanning around her face.
I stubbed out the smoke then leaned forward. “Are you going to curb your sassy tongue now or do I need to leave you gagged?”
Her head shot back up, and she nodded, her nostrils flaring, her whole body stiff.
I tapped my thigh. “Then be a good girl and crawl to me.”
New flames ignited in her eyes before she cast her face back down. She shuffled forward awkwardly without the benefit of her hands while still on her knees.
When she reached me, I lounged back. Splayed my thighs wide. Beckoned her closer, into the V of my legs.
A harsh swallow bobbed in her throat, and I saw her gaze flit to my cock pushing blatantly against the inseam of my pant leg.
I was so hard I thought about choking her on my raging dick as soon as I freed her mouth.
After undoing the tie, I flung it aside.
I made a tauntingly soothing noise and lifted my hands to remove the pins from her tumbled hairstyle. As I bent to drop the pins on the low table beside me, the foolish woman reared up and spiked her teeth at my throat.
The pins clattered all over the place, and I launched up to my feet. Roya scrambled backward, but I tackled her onto the floor, squashing her hands behind her. I pushed my entire weight on top of her and rucked the skirt of her dress up. I reached for both her thighs, winding them around my hips as I thrust between her legs.
My lips crashed over hers, and she met me for a snarling, lashing, biting kiss.
Blyad.She was a wild thing.
I lifted her like that, with her legs ringed around me. And some hot compulsion came over her because she began grinding against me. She found my neck again, creating chills with her gentler nibbles.
I strode to the bedroom and unwrapped her from me, throwing her on the bed.
As I stood there, breath chugging from my chest, I stared at her and the sinful dress. “You chose this whole ensemble just to torment me, didn’t you?”
“I already told you the world, including my choices, doesn’t revolve around you,” she snarled, her breasts jiggling with breaths just as tortured as mine.
“Right.” I ranged to her and dragged her up to sitting.
Prowling around her, I grabbed her bound wrists and clapped her hands to the steel rod of my fully hard cock. “And this isn’t all because of you either.”
Her fingers curled over me, but the jolting thunderbolt of lust threatened to crash through my control. I backed off the bed, wrenching my jacket off and slinging it toward a chair.
“Tell me what your plans are with my father,” she demanded.
“Fuck you. I’m not even telling you what my plans are for you tonight.”
Her scream ripped through the air, and I growled right back.
I yanked her by her ankles until her legs hung over the edge of the mattress. Finding a zipper on the dress, I tugged it down as the metal teeth opened, showing more of her rich-toned flesh. I wasn’t going to shred the thing off of her, tempting though that was, and I wasn’t letting her wrists free either.
I pulled her to her feet and raised the dress up, up, up and over her head. The crimson silk whispered down her arms, resting at her wrists.
On second thought, a seamstress could easily repair broken straps.
I gave one rough yank, and the straps tore free.
“Aris!”
“I’ll get it fixed,” I muttered, pitching it in the same direction as my jacket.
And then I stared. A wicked oath clawed its way up my throat. She wore nothing but the tiniest thong that barely covered her snatch, and the chain. The winking gold chain that had tempted me all night.
When I attacked her mouth again, she moaned and rubbed against me. Those goddamn dark nipples poked into my chest, prodding against me as I forged in and out of her mouth.
I broke the kiss, picked her up, and toppled her to the bed once more.
Following right after her, I spun her around to her knees. Tunneling beneath the black waterfall of hair, I planted a hand on the nape of her neck. I pressed down.
“Stay like that,” I ordered.