Page 53 of Break Me
“That too, but you just need to figure out your shit and accept this, and it will all get better.”
“And what if it doesn’t?”
“Then I’ll take her off your hands.”
“And sell her to the first sadistic fucker who offers a filthy amount of money?”
“I’ll take her myself until I find a buyer you can accept.”
I stare at him for a moment. “You’d do that? Why?”
“The same reason you liked Nikolai’s girl, and now this one. She’s submissive.” He shrugs.
Shit.Something dawns on me as I watch him. This cold-ass fucker wants a sub of his own. A smirk forms on my lips, and I open the bottle in my hands and take a generous gulp. Then I hand it back to him, open and ready to drink from. “You want a girl of your own. A sub.”
He takes the bottle and downs a generous swig. “I’m good.”
“Sure you are,” I say with a huff. “Nikolai’s girl fucked you up as much as she did me. You’re going soft, I’m going soft… Hell, even Dorin seems to be going soft. What the hell is this place coming to?”
His features darken as he watches me from beneath lowered brows. “Do you call cutting a girl’s vocal cords going soft?”
I’ve been wondering when he’d bring that up. “I guess not.”
“You know, that fuck-up could have cost me a great deal of money. Luckily, the buyer had already wired the money, and Dorin fixed the problem of him wanting a refund. But you’ll have to fix things with Dorin on your own. I can hold him back for a while, but you know… Dorin is Dorin and always will be.”
“I know.” I rake a hand through my long hair. “That’s just another reason to get her out of here as fast as possible.”
“Getting rid of her won’t fix the problem. Hell, it might not even keep her safe.”
I drop onto my couch.Shit, he’s right. Dorin is pissed that I damaged his girl—took her precious voice. He might not have tried anything yet, but you never see it coming with Dorin. Not until he strikes. It could happen at any moment, really. And he’s a cunning bastard. He’ll go to France, break into some estate and risk getting caught by a fancy security system just to snap her neck and get his revenge. Keeping her here, where I can keep an eye on herandhim, might be the safest option.
But she would hate me even more than she already does if I go back on my promise to sell her. And all that hatred… Just thinking about her spiteful eyes and sputtered words is a cut to my heart that might never heal.
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea,” I say and look away. “She doesn’t want me anymore, and I can’t keep her if—”
Mikhail breaks out in a rumbling laughter that has me snapping my eyes back to him.
“You really are a numbskull,” he says.
“You didn’t see the way she spoke to me today. So much hatred in those vulnerable eyes. I’m sure. She doesn’t want to be with me.” I lean forward and press my head into my hands.
“I may not have heard what she said to you, but I did see the heartbreak in her eyes when she told me to tell you she was sorry. And not just that…” He pours more scotch into the glass and holds it before his lips while he says, “She even told me she didn’t care what you did to Dorin’s girl, and she meant it.”
I straighten. “She said that?”
He turns the bottom of the glass up, emptying the whole thing in one blasphemous go. “Sure did. So don’t give me any more excuses. Just make the goddamn decision and do it before it’s too late.”
29
EMMA
Mikhail comes to get me from my cell sometime after dinner the next day. He has been the only one coming in here, bringing me food and checking on me, since the last time I saw Dax.
My hands are trembling as he takes me from my cell. I know I won’t ever see this room that has been my world for several months again. As I cast a look over my shoulder to catch a final glance, I almost feel wistful. Not because I’ll miss the barren walls, the uncomfortable mattress, or the lack of privacy. But because of what I gained here.
The shaking spreads through my body during the next hour as Mikhail prepares me for my new master. He hoses me down, waxes my pussy and legs, and dresses me in stockings, a garter belt, and a leather corset that leaves my breasts bare, pushing them up in open invitation. I feel like a doll as he prepares me, and I remain as silent as one until he retrieves something that looks like a hood.
Urgency swooshes through me as he lifts it over my head, about to pull it down.