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He grabbed a fistful of my hair and held me in place.

For a moment I thought he was going to kiss me, then for another, longer moment I thought he was going to take out his cock and make me ride him, taking me again like the brute he was.

The room was eerily silent.

No movement. Just the two of us.

Like we were the only two people left in the world.

My skin prickled as I waited to see what he was going to do. What did I want him to do?

The tension broke when he let go of my hair and pushed me off of him just to sweep me off my feet, literally.

He carried me effortlessly into the dining area, settling me onto his lap at the large, elegant table.

A lavish feast stretched across the polished surface—decadent dishes, some familiar and others… less so. There were a few bottles of wine with pretty labels that looked expensive. It was an overwhelming display of indulgence.

Despite not having eaten properly in days, nausea threatened.

The sight of so much food should have made my mouth water, should have had me starving.

Instead, my stomach churned.

There were so many chairs around this table. It couldeasily fit ten to twelve people. Why did he have me on his lap? Why wasn't I allowed to put on clothes? What was he going to do with me?

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I ate before you kidnapped me from the club."

My stomach betrayed my words with a low, angry growl.

Pavel smirked. "When was the last time you actually ate?"

I eyed the food warily, knowing full well I had no intention of eating.

"I had an apple," I muttered absentmindedly.

His smirk vanished, replaced with a cold, hard line.

"An apple?" He grasped my jaw, his grip firm but not cruel, forcing me to meet his gaze. "That's it?"

I blinked. "More like half an apple, kind of."

A muscle in his jaw ticked. "That's not good. You need to eat."

My lips parted, a sharp retort slipping out before I could stop it. "Sorry, I guess being kidnapped and assaulted messed with my eating plans today."

Silence. Heavy. Suffocating.

The words hung between us like a loaded weapon.

Pavel's fingers tightened just a fraction before he slowly reached for a piece of buttered black bread.

"Careful, babygirl," he murmured. "I may not let the next outburst slide. Do not let those pretty lips get away from you, unless you want another punishment. Is your ass already missing the sting of my belt?"

I stiffened, clamping my lips shut and staring at thewood grain on the tabletop. I meant to stay quiet, I really did. Apparently, the brutality I had suffered, the endless orgasms and being tied to a bed for who knew how long, made me a little more hangry than usual.

I scowled, my lower lip pushing out in a slight pout.