Page 8 of Niko's Printsessa
“You already said that. Neither of us did.”
“Come on, Niko. This is ridiculous.”
“Do you think I’m enjoying this?”
I scoff, “Of course not. Your vivid play by play was very telling of what you’d rather be doing.”
A hint of remorse flashes across his face. “I didn’t….”
I interrupt him, “Save it. I’ve heard enough.”
“But yet you won’t listen.”
“Oh I listened alright.”
He invades my space, “Did you hear the part about you being in danger?”
“The only person who should be worried about their safety is you.”
He crosses his arms and smirks, “Attack me, Baby.”
I groan in exasperation, “I’m so sick of brut Russians controlling my life.”
“You say controlling. I say saving.”
“Conceited much?”
“The quicker you get use to the situation, the better off you’ll be.”
I feel defeated. His employees won’t help me, I can’t ride off on a horse, and the drop from my balcony would likely break a few bones. If I’m going to get out of here I need to do it now.
Adrenaline pulses through my veins as I speed past him, out the door and downstairs to the garage. His roar causes the entire house to shake, but I keep running. I hit the garage door opener and see the line of keys hanging on the wall. I grab one, click the remote and it unlocks a big black truck. I feel him on my heels as I weave around the other vehicles and open the door. My foot lands on the running board but his strong arms encircle my waist pulling me down.
I spin out of his grasp and stomp on his boot. It loosens his grip and I try to jump into the truck but he grabs the waistband of my shorts and tears them off. I manage to get in, and I grab the door to slam shut but his big burly fingers snatch my hair and he drags me out of the driver seat. I scream as he turns me upside down and tosses me over his shoulder. He carries me back into my prison, and I scratch, kick, and pound but he’s too big and strong for me.
I can feel his rage pumping through his veins. “That’s it. You are in trouble now.”
“Fuck you.”
His laugh is low and dark, “Oh,Printsessa, you have no idea.”
He hauls me into an office and locks the door. It smells like him mixed with the faint scent of cigar smoke. There is a massive ornate desk in the corner of the room, but the eyecatcher is the built-in bookcases and all the books themselves. These books aren’t for show. They’re stacked haphazardly like he read one and as soon as he finished it he laid it wherever he could find space, too excited to start the next one. I see some fiction thrillers and mysteries, but most of them are about astrology.
He dumps me onto the floor and sits in a worn leather chair.
“Hey!”
I start to my feet but both of his hands press on my shoulders, firm enough to keep me on my knees but gentle enough it doesn’t hurt. It’s surprising considering the anger engulfing him right now. Struggling with him has left me a mess. My hair has fallen out of the bun, my shorts are non-existent, and my tank top is twisted up, leaving a breast uncovered.
I reach for my top and he growls, “Don’t fucking move.” Something about his tone tells me to heed his warning.
“Maybe if you’re punished, you’ll behave.”
I scoff. “Punished? News flash, Niko. I’m not a kid anymore.”
He shifts in the chair. “Believe me, I’m well aware, Becca.”
He wraps my hair in his fist and tugs hard enough that my face ends up staring right at his crouch and the bulge of his jeans. I unconsciously wet my lips.