Why, indeed.
Fuck.
“Because that first taste of the bread should be perfect for you. You’re not quite there yet, but you’re improving every time. I’ll be your taster and let you know. Hell, in fact, Damien and Nikolay will join me. I’m sure they’d love nothing more.”
Her eyes brightened in excitement. “Really?”
I nodded. Fuckers. If I was going down, they would go down with me.
“I’ll go get them.”
I grabbed her before she could turn, pulling her into my lap. “Not, yet, baby. Stay with me for a bit.”
She nodded shyly, adjusting herself.
How could she still look so shy, so sweet, even with all the debased things we had done to her, with her?
I parted her legs and cupped her between her legs through the thin fabric she wore, careful of the bruises I had found on her knees yesterday.
She said the bastards didn’t hurt her, yet I found bruises on her knees. Rage boiled my blood at the thought, and how I wished I had one of those bastards here right now.
She took in a stuttering breath, looking at me with dark eyes. I kept my expression neutral.
“How are you feeling?” I asked softly, letting my thumb move gently over her.
She wiggled around me, and I could feel my dick getting hard.
“Horny,” she answered.
I laughed. “Later. I want to know how you’re feeling about everything.”
She shot me a look. “But you started this.”
I pulled my hand back and slapped her pussy three times, hard. She moaned and rubbed her legs together, trapping me.
I leaned down and took her earlobe between my teeth. “Answer me, baby.”
I squeezed her.
“Mikhail.”
“Kotyonok.”
She blew raspberries with her lips. “I’m good.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded.
“Why are you baking so much?” I asked. Perhaps to distract herself from all that went down in the last couple of days. Leo had just been discharged from the hospital. He sustained only minor injuries.
“I’m trying to find a hobby.”
“Are you bored?”
She nodded, biting her lip.
I pulled it away, rubbing my thumb gently over the abused flesh. “I’m sorry.”