Page 14 of The Mafia and His Obsession Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 5)

There was only one woman I wanted as mine.

And she was locked in her tower.

A forbidden, dangerous choice she was, but I chose her nonetheless.

I looked at the pictures. The women were truly beautiful. They could have been best described as the daughters of Eve. Tempting seductresses. But none of them did it for me. Not at all.

Randomly selecting one, I pushed it back toward Valentin. He looked down at the photo and grinned widely. Such a sinister smile.

“Perfect choice, Konstantin,” he drawled. “How about you meet her now? Get acquainted?”

My brows furrowed in confusion. My heart thudded. “Now? You have all of them here?”

He nodded. “Of course. I thought you would want to sample your choice before the decision is final. If you don’t like her, then you can choose another.”

Were these women here willingly?

You are a bastard, an asshole, but you are also so stupid. The devil on my shoulder appeared, taunting me yet again. Fuck.

None of these women were willing…of course they weren’t. They were commodities. A virgin pussy and a fertile womb. Their job was to produce me an heir.

I suddenly found it hard to breathe when the door of the office opened. From the corner of my eye, I saw a young girl walking in. She was dressed in a white robe, practically transparent. As she walked deeper into the room and closer to me, I noticed she was completely naked underneath and I could see everything.

Ah, fuck my life.

I looked back at Valentin and saw him devouring her with his eyes. Disgusting pig. He stared at me and then leaned back into his chair comfortably, looking quite happy with his decision.

The girl stopped beside me and then sank to her knees at my feet. My lungs collapsed and my stomach cramped. My fingers flexed, and then I clenched my fists. Anger. Disappointment. Helplessness. I was filled with so many overwhelming emotions.

“She is very obedient. They all are. She is trained to be the perfect wife,” Valentin began. He glanced at the girl for a brief moment and then back at me before continuing. “The perfect whore for you, son. She will listen to you without causing any drama. Even if she does, she is yours to punish and discipline as you would like.”

My throat was dry, and I had to swallow several times. I couldn’t speak, so instead I nodded my head.

She stayed silent, her head down, avoiding any eye contact. The girl was a frozen statue in time. She waited for my command.

“You should test her obedience. I promised someone good, but check for yourself.” His words were spoken low and he looked too eager. The enthusiasm couldn’t be missed from his voice.

His meaning was clear, and I fought the urge to shudder, to kill, to maim. My lips parted, I tried to say no—I wanted to—but Valentin spoke over me before I could refuse, before I could save the girl’s dignity, and before I had a chance to stop my oncoming betrayal to my sweet myshka.

“Suck his cock, Holly. Show him what a good wife you can be.”

Chapter 5

At my feet, Holly moved closer. She was poised, and each small movement was done elegantly. She was trained, all right. A fucking slave was what I saw kneeling at my feet. She was a pet, not a wife, not on equal grounds.

Not like Alessio and Ayla were. They were King and Queen. A perfect union. A beautiful marriage.

If I married under Valentin’s terms, I would never have that. My wife would just be a fucking puppet with taut strings, emotionless, a soul filled with void, a body to seduce me, and a womb to bear my heir.

Nothing but a vessel to use.

Valentin looked mighty proud of himself. He knew, whatever game he and I had going on, he had won.

Or so he thought.

Viktor Ivanshov never lost…and he sure as hell didn’t take commands from an old dog.

Holly’s hand went to the belt of my slacks and then my zipper. I looked down at the girl at my feet. Her blonde hair kept most of her face hidden from me. She was still silent, hadn’t lifted her head up yet. Fuck, she couldn’t even look into my eyes. Holly couldn’t be more than nineteen years old. She was beautiful, truly. Exquisite. She would make any bastard happy.

I knew she would serve me well; she was trained perfectly for it. But I didn’t want an obedient slave.

I wanted someone to fight me, push the lines, drive me fucking crazy because they would do the exact opposite of what was expected. I was a caged animal, and I wanted my lioness to try and tame me.

Holly wasn’t that girl.

Your myshka is, the devil whispered in my ears again. He always made inappropriate appearances at the wrong fucking time. I glowered at the empty space over the girl’s head. She is mellow now, but you can see the fire in her. You know she is your rightful Queen.