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CHAPTER 9

Oleksi

I step back and let go of her hand, watching her steady herself when I pull away. Her lips part as I pick up the champagne and cut through the tension.

“Let’s move this to the living room.”

Taking a seat on the smaller sofa, I ensure she has no choice but to sit close, our bodies sharing the heat as it swells between us. I fill our glasses and turn my knee towards her so it rests against her thigh. Her reaction is immediate; I watch her chest quicken with shallow breaths and the subtle squeezing of her thighs.

I gently start my seduction, but keep her off guard as I circle back to Tara. “If you and your mother let me help you find your sister, I can get rid of that con man, Tom Williams, for you.”

Her eyes focus and I can see I have her full attention.

“There’s a reason Tom was kicked out of the Las Vegas Police Department,” I continue, leaning in just enough to set her off balance again. “He has a habit of taking bribes and leaking information to anyone who’ll pay him.”

I reach out slowly, brush a stray lock of her hair behind an ear. “Your hair is so soft,” I murmur, “and smells like honey and lilies.” My voice dips low.

“It's… it’s my shampoo.” Sabrina draws a breath before clearing her throat and moving back to the topic of Tom Williams. “Yes... I knew the moment we met him he was not a nice person,” she admits. “But he was cheap, and we don’t have millions to spend on an expensive PI.”

“If you let me help you find your sister,” I promise in silky tones, “you won’t have to spend a cent. My security team is more than enough to handle the investigation.”

I shift, moving closer, my arm curling behind her over the back of the sofa. She downs her champagne quickly, and I can’t help but chuckle softly.

“Slowly with this one…” I tease, leaning forward to fill up her glass again. “I don’t want you to get drunk.”

Sabrina gives me a side eye, her eyes narrow suspiciously. “Why?”

“I’m concerned about you driving home, or your liver.” I answer innocently, knowing full well she’s asking me why I’m so eager to help find Tara.

“Why are you so eager to find my sister?” She takes another slow swallow of the golden bubbly liquid. “What are you going to do if you find her?”

“Bring her home safely to you and your mother.” My eyes hold hers.

“Or lock her in your cousin's dungeon beneath the Diamond Hotel to torture information about your brother's murder from her?” She bristles, her spine stiffening and any desire she was feeling fades with her anger.

Fuck this is not the angle I was going for. I keep underestimating just how sharp and intelligent this little minx is. Syd’s report on her rings through my mind:

Sabrina is a high-potential individual with an IQ that is off the charts. Not only that, she is also a remarkable human specimen. All her school reports are filled with how she excels at everything she puts her mind to including sports, music… One of her track coaches remarked that he’d never seen anyone quite like Sabrina. She was always shorter than her classmates, never trained a day to run, but then would beat his best runner without breaking a sweat in sprints or long distance .

My gut clenches and my desires deepens at the reminder, making me want her even more. Fuck, I think after reading that report, even Syd, who is not gay, was intrigued and I know that she probably had the same thoughts I did: Someone like Sabrina would make the perfect submissive and how exciting it would be to break her in.

“I don’t think we’ll want your help.” Sabrina’s voice snaps me from my reverie and a moment of panic sweeps through me as I see she is on the verge of leaving. Her anger washing away any desire or fascination she’d had for me gone at the thought that I may want to harm her sister. Which is also telling and has now shown me exactly what her weakness is—her family.

“No, that’s not what I intend to do,” I opt to tell her the truth, or part thereof. “I want to ask Tara some questions that’s all—” Stopping Sabrina as she lifts the glass to her lips, I take it from her making sure our hands brush. “Why don’t I take this… I don’t want alcohol clouding your judgement.”

“I’d say the alcohol had started to lull me into a false sense of thinking for a moment that you might actually want to help us.” She starts reaching forward for her purse she’d put on the coffee table as we sat down. “Although not enough to thankfully see past what you’re trying to do.”

“All I’m trying to do is offer you my help.” I reach out and stop her from picking up her purse. “Wait!” My hand is covering hers and I see her starting to melt into my touch once again but she forces herself to snap out of it and yanks her hand and purse from beneath mine. I let her and she shoves the strap of her purse over her shoulder but doesn’t rise from the sofa. “I promise I won’t even talk to Tara without you present.” I see her hesitate. “You can even have your sugar daddy… Sam was it? With you.”

Her eyes narrow and a brow rises. “Go on,” she prompts.

“I will even sign a contract that you can draw up stating that I won’t go near Tara or allow my men to ask her any questions when they find her,” I’m making this up as I go in a desperate attempt to lull her back into a state of curious desire. Fuck she’s even more than I could ever have imagined and so, so, much more challenging my desire is rising to a level it’s never hit before and I know one thing—I will have her—tonight. Not only will I have her, but she’ll be begging me to take her. “You can word it as you want, and I will sign it with no questions asked.”

She sizes me up and I can see her mind ticking over through those beautiful blue eyes that have spent years hiding just how fucking intelligent and sharp little Miss I’m a sassy rebel really is.

“I’ll think about it.” She tilts her head, knowing she won this round and fuck me if she hasn’t. Because I really would’ve promised her just about anything to get her not to storm off at that moment.

Jesus! What the fuck is happening to me? When did I lose control of this narrative? But rather than annoyance at having my control challenged, my desire heats up as I realize Sabrina thinks she has the upper hand. The hunted is trying to become the hunter. I take in a breath as I observe her—fuck she’s magnificent.

“How about we drink to that?”

“No!” Sabrina’s hand grabs mine and stops me from reaching out for our drinks on the coffee table. The heat sparks between as our skin touches and her eyes widen with the jolt locking with mine. “I… um… I…”

A slow smile spreads across my lips, my hand curling around hers.

“Your skin is just as soft and silky smooth as your hair.” My voice is low, carrying promise as I feel the softness of her palm. My hand clasps hers while my other runs slowly up her arm. I watch the shiver ripple down her body as her skin responds to my touch.

“Sabrina…” Wasting no time, I pull her back against the sofa, my mouth tracing the shell of her ear. My teeth nip gently while my other hand grips her jaw, turning her head to grant me access to her neck. Her scent envelops me, and every compliment I murmur is a spark that draws her deeper into desire.

I feel her melt beneath my touch, and I guide her face to look at mine. “Stand up and let me look at you,” I tell her, the words soft but laced with authority.

Her eyes are wide with a flicker of something close to astonishment. Sabrina hesitates—but only for a second—before I flick my thumb over her nipple through the fabric of her blouse, feeling it harden beneath my touch, making her gasp.

“Stand and let me look at you.” Repeating the command, I squeeze softly this time, cupping her breast, kneading it, and drawing a rich moan from deep within her.

“This is the last time I will tell you.” Sabrina’s body instinctively arches towards me, clearing any doubt from my mind that she wants this, as the darkening of her eyes reveals her need. “Stand and let me look at you.”

Sabrina rises, unsure, confused, and surprised by her compliance. A thrill surges through me as she stands there in front of me, warring with herself. Her body is weak with want and curious with what I’m offering while her sharp mind is trying to spark a rebellion. I sit, savoring every second. My eyes devour her petite, toned form and skin. I feel a surge of desire and excitement for what lies ahead.

“Beautiful,” I murmur. “Turn around.” My voice brooks no argument.

Sabrina swallows, and I can see a spark of defiance right before she slowly turns. The soft hem of her dress raises and swishes with her, giving me a glimpse of her milky-toned thighs.

“Do I meet your standards?” Sabrina sneers mockingly, her head turning to look at me.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” I query in a harsh tone.

I see the surprise once again flicker in her eyes before they darken with anger, her cheeks flushing with humiliation. Before she retorts, I’m off the sofa and standing behind her. My one hand wraps around her throat, pulling her back against me while the other slips beneath the hem of her dress, feeling her naked ass, not at all protected by the lacy thong she’s wearing.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?”

I slide my hands over the soft curves of her ass before gliding beneath the thin fabric. My finger slips between her cheeks, grazing over her puckered hole. Sabrina sucks in a sharp breath, her whole body jerking against me as I circle it, wondering if anyone has entered it.

“Answer me, Sabrina,” I whisper into her ear, feeling her shiver.

She arches towards my hand as I slip it down and round to her dripping wet pussy, a telltale sign of desire.

“If you’re hoping I'm a virgin, you’re going to be disappointed because, yes, I’ve done this before—plenty of times,” she quips sassily, deliberately playing dumb as to what I asked her. “In fact, I love sex.” I know that’s meant as a barb. It was an act of defiance and a last bid at her not losing control or giving in to the darkness slowly luring her in.

I squeeze a little tighter on her throat and circle her clit with my thumb, eliciting a strangled moan from her as her body grinds down onto my digit.

“What do you expect?” She retorts. “You have your hand in my pants teasing my clit.”

Her defiance makes me smile. I pinch her swollen clit hard, and she lets out a squeal that turns into a moan, long and rich, as it escapes her throat. Beneath my fingers, I feel the little nub throb for more.

“Do you want your release, malenkaya?” I demand. “Do you want to drench my fingers in your come as I drive you to heights of ecstasy?”

“Oh… God!” Sabrina breathes, trying to hang on to what little control she has left as she tries to rub her greedy little pussy against my finger.

“You give me what I want, and I’ll let you have your release.”

“Do you want me to suck your cock? Or let you ram it in my ass?” Her voice is nasty, with an angry edge meant to cut at me, but instead, her defiance only fuels my desire. Her body is shaking uncontrollably as she arches against me.

I suck in a sharp breath and push my throbbing cock harder against her while she grinds into my thumb, trying to stimulate her tight little clit. “If and when I want to do that—trust me—I will,” I promise, my mouth close to her ear. “But not before you’re begging me to do it to you.”

“I'll never beg for anything,” she responds, her voice barely audible as she struggles to maintain her control.

But I can feel her body starting to win the fight against her stubborn brain that refuses to let go as she writhes with need.

“Is that so?” I challenge and start to move my fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Yessss…” Sabrina breathes, starting to move in time with my fingers, and I move my hand from her throat to clamp it around her waist for support, tilting her slightly forward to give me better access to her dripping sex. “Faster… harder… I need more.”

I feel her starting to crest and mercilessly pull my hand from her pussy. Her juices glisten over my fingers and thumb. I have to stop myself from tasting her or pulling down my pants and replacing my fingers with my cock. Fuck—she’s nearly pushed me to a point of losing control.

But I gather my composure and bite down on the overwhelming desire to fuck her, giving her what she wants.

“Get into the room.” I pull my arm from around her waist, and she stumbles forward. Her purse still dangles from her shoulder as she grabs the door to steady herself.

“What?” Her head swivels toward me. Her eyes are wide with confusion, desire, and the agony of the need for release from the flames licking at the apex between her legs. “Please…”

“Get into the bedroom, malenkaya!” I order, my tone brooking no argument. “Don’t make me tell you twice.”

She fumbles with the door handle before pushing it open and stepping inside. I follow her in and watch as she takes in the bedroom. The low cast of golden light sets the mood beautifully, catching the heavy velvet drapes that pool like dark wine on the floor. Thick silk cords hang loose beside them—perfect for joining a pretty set of wrists to the slats of the king-sized headboard. Sabrina’s desire-filled body quivers like she’s anticipating that very thing.

As I shut the door behind us, her eyes dart toward me, confusion and need playing tug-of-war with her ready-to-ignite body.

“Are you happy now, sir?” she mocks.

“From here on out, that’s how you will address me when I give you permission to speak.”

Her brows rise, and she gives me her, ‘Are you fucking kidding me? ’ look. But before she can speak, I walk over to her, take her purse from her shoulder, toss it on the bedside table, and then place the finger I had in her pussy against her lips.

“I haven’t given you permission to talk, little slut .” I see her eyes flicker in shock at what I’ve called her. Her cheeks heat with humiliation. I know it's not because of what I called her but because she likes hearing me call her that. “Open your mouth.”

Her lips part, and I slide my finger inside. “Do you taste that?” I step closer. “That’s your desire from your hungry little pussy.” My voice is low while my eyes hold hers. I take my finger from her mouth and grab her chin. “As you’re new to this, I’ll tell you how it works.” My eyes flicker to the gold curtain cords, an idea forming before looking at her again. “I give you an order. You carry it out. If I’m pleased with how you obey, I reward you. If you disobey, I punish you. If I’m not happy with how you performed, I punish you. Not to hurt you. To remind you of the control you’ve given me.”

Sabrina nods slowly, but her voice is raw. “So… you want everything to be about you? And for me to let you treat me like your slave?”

I freeze. Sabrina’s words hit harder than I expect.

“No, malenkaya,” I say softly, shaking my head. “This isn’t about control for the sake of power. It’s about freedom. It’s about creating a space where you can finally let go. Where the world outside doesn’t exist, and the only thing that matters is what you feel—right here, with me. No decisions. No responsibilities. Just surrendering to your own pleasure and letting someone else carry the weight for a change.”

Her eyes flicker, her breath hitching.

“In this room, you don’t have to think. You don’t have to be the smart one, the strong one, or the one always holding everything together. You just have to feel. Let me take the reins, and I’ll take you further than you’ve ever dared go on your own.”

I pause, my voice dropping deeper. “And in return, you get me. My protection. My focus. My obsession. You become the center of my world when I’m inside you. What I do is take you apart and put you back together until you feel so much you forget even pain.”

She swallows hard, her lips trembling now.

“You call me Sir,” I say, gently tilting her chin higher. “Not because I own you, but because I’ve earned your submission.”