Persuasion

by Stone, Piper

  I moved toward her slowly, hoping she was beginning to understand that crossing me wasn’t in her best interest. “Moya krasivaya neposlushnaya devushka.”

  “What? What are you saying?”

  “Mmm... My beautiful disobedient girl.”

  “I don’t belong to you!” she retorted as she twisted her head back and forth.

  I exhaled, allowing the disparaging sound to be my only answer.

  “I really didn’t mean to hurt you,” she whispered as I moved closer, smacking the hard surface of the spoon against my palm.

  “I think you did. In fact, I believe you hoped that it would give you enough time to escape. That’s never going to happen. All the windows and doors are completely secured, the system I have in place impenetrable. I employ four soldiers, all carrying weapons. They are aware of my standards and won’t hesitate to deal with you as they see fit. In other words, you will follow the rules, Giliana. Period.”

  I pressed my hand on the small of her back, inhaling another hint of her perfume. I could get drunk on the scent of her alone. I rubbed my forehead, a headache settling behind my eyes. It was going to be a long few days.

  I didn’t bother hesitating, bringing the implement down four times in succession, hitting her bottom on her sit spot. The earlier spanking had been nothing in comparison to what she was about to receive. She didn’t react at first other than an increase in her ragged breathing.

  I smacked her twice more before inching closer, caressing both ass cheeks.

  “Oh...” She pressed her face against the table, her entire body shuddering as she kicked out, yet she did everything she could to hold her composure.

  She was one tough woman, more so than many of the assholes I’d been forced to deal with over the years. I honestly admired both her tenacity and her vivaciousness—another weakness in my mind.

  I noticed she winced as I brought the wooden piece down again, this time smacking her upper thighs.

  “No! Oh, no. I won’t do that again. I promise.” She jerked up from the table, bending both legs at the knees.

  “No, I don’t believe you will.” I pushed her legs down before rubbing my fingers in circles on the small of her back, moving to the blossom of red expanding on her bottom. The heat had increased, sizzling my fingers but for an entirely different reason. I was far too aroused, my cock pressing hard against the tight confines of my pants. “Stay in position or we’ll start again.”

  “Yes. Sir.” The words were said as she gritted her teeth, her breath skipping.

  The glisten on her face was enticing, her resilience even more so. I started again, slapping the spoon down in rapid succession.

  Her moans turned into whimpers, but she was very obedient, only the fact she fisted her hands giving away her discomfort.

  I was forced to take a deep breath, my thoughts turning to my desire to fuck her. I was crazed with need, longing to bury my cock deep inside her pussy before claiming her ass. I could barely get it out of my mind, forcing me to look away for a few seconds. Jesus. What the hell was happening to me?

  I issued four more. She would wear my marks for at least a full day.

  As I brought the implement down again, she beat her hands against the table. “I will hate you forever for doing this. Never forget. Forever.”

  And I knew she would follow through with her promise.

  I knew the thirty strikes were enough, perhaps more so for my emotional level. I eased back from the table, taking deep breaths. “There’s very little in my life I will ever forget, Giliana. You have no idea how difficult dealing with everyday tasks has been. Hate me. That’s up to you; however, it’s entirely possible that you will soon come to view me as your savior.”

  Giliana slid her hands down, laughing softly and bitterly. “Not a chance in hell. Sir.”

  I didn’t bother with the belt, pitching it onto the island. I was overcome by the same burning desire I had from her earlier in the night. I was almost blinded by the hunger sizzling every nerve ending. There was no hesitation, no control over the sadistic man dwelling inside. I pressed one hand against her back while I unfastened my trousers, settling between her and kicking her legs apart.

  “Are you going to fuck me now?” she huffed defiantly.

  “Yes, but only good girls get fucked in their pretty little pussies. Bad girls get fucked in the ass.”

  She took several deep breaths, pushing up from the table, a single moan slipping past her pretty little lips.

  My cock was throbbing, my balls tight as drums. Even my legs were shaking from the rush of adrenaline pumping into every cell and vein. I cupped her rounded bottom, my breath skipping from the way the heat of her skin felt in my hands. As I pulled her ass cheeks aside, I issued a husky growl. “Every hole belongs to me.” I pressed my cockhead against her puckered hole, pushing past her tender skin.

  “Oh. Oh...” She tossed her head over her shoulder, gasping for air.

  I slipped my cock inside an inch at a time, closing my eyes and savoring the tightness. I dug my fingers into her skin, breathing in her sweet essence and at that moment, vile and obscene things I desired to do to her filtered into my mind.

  “Oh, God.” Her entire body shook as she arched her back, her muscles surrendering me like a beautiful flower.

  I thrust into her again, the force slamming her against the edge of the table, my balls slapping against her wet pussy. Holding my stance, I leaned over, dragging my tongue down the length of her neck. The beast in me wanted nothing more than to sink my teeth into her. I was rattled at the thought, stars floating in front of my eyes. Pulling back, I brushed the tips of my fingers down her spine.

  I wasn’t a romantic man, could never share a life with a single woman. I’d be no good for her, my barbaric needs far too intense for anyone to tolerate.

  But here and now, she belonged to me. I’d bought Giliana whether she believed it or not. She would soon learn what it meant to cross a member of the Specialists or the Baranov organization.

  She would also learn to satisfy my every need, submitting to me body and soul.

  With every savage stroke of my shaft, I became more empowered, a crazed man in need of more. Every muscle tensed, beads of sweat forming across my forehead. I was lost to the moment, fucking her like a wild animal. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in my ears, matching the hard beating of my heart.

  I continued plunging in and out, my balls aching to the point of absolute pain.

  “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Her soft mews and ragged whimpers only fueled my fire, boosting my brutal drive.

  I threw my head back, my cock throbbing to the point I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. As the savage roar rushed up from my throat, I finally erupted, filling her dark little asshole with my seed.

  I wanted to cage her, using her every opportunity I had. But first and foremost, she would be punished for her sins as well as her refusal to talk.

  And she would learn her lesson one way or the other.

  I took several steps back, my breath even more ragged as I slipped my cock back inside my pants. My head was fucking killing me, enough so this session would end.

  “You’re coming with me.” I wanted nothing more than to ease her away from the table, soothing her savage nerves, but that wasn’t the man I’d been trained to be. I had to stop caring about her or my personal consequences would be grave.

  A single disparaging sound pushed past her lips before she shoved herself away from the table, folding her arms over her breasts as she turned to face me.

  Still defiant.

  Still with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

  She had no idea that soon I would indeed break her.

  “What about my clothes?”

  I grinned, glancing up and down at her luscious body. “For tonight, you’ve lost the privilege. We shall see how you act in the morning.”

  “Where are you taking me?” she asked in the kind of quiet manner meant to test my resolve.

 
“Where you’re going to be sleeping for the night. As far as tomorrow, we will begin again until you are honest with me. And trust me. There will be additional punishment if necessary.”

  I was surprised when she walked closer, every part of her body tensing as if being close to me was disgusting. “Spank me. Fuck me. I’ve been nothing but honest with you. I wonder. Can you say the same thing?”

  Inhaling, the bitterness and anger inside reared its ugly head. If this were anyone else, I would have issued a hard strike. With her, I couldn’t stand the realization of what had already occurred. Dear God, I already wanted to fuck her again. I held my breath as I pointed toward the small door located in the vestibule of the kitchen.

  She darted a single glance, a knowing smile curling on her lips as she turned sharply, every step she took stiff. When she noticed the combination lock on the door, she threw a nasty glare in my direction, her shallow breaths labored. “Was anything about earlier tonight real?”

  “Real?” I repeated, as if I didn’t know exactly what she was insinuating. My chest was tight, my balls even more so. She had a knack for digging into my very soul.

  “Yeah. Did you actually enjoy the time we spent together, or were you simply attempting to gain information, using me and nothing else?”

  Real. The word meant something entirely different in my world.

  “There is nothing truly real in the world, Giliana. As soon as you embrace the concept, you will be better off.” After pressing in the combination, I opened the door and flipped the switch, light highlighting the way down a set of stairs.

  She shook her head, her emerald eyes imploring. “I’m so very sad for you, Kostya. Whatever happened in your life to make you this jaded, hating all those around you is truly disheartening.” Very slowly she turned her head, locking her gaze onto the steps, her hand fluttering over mine in an angelic caress.

  As if forgiving me for my sins.

  “You’ll never break me,” she whispered.

  The conviction in her voice was both enchanting as well as a challenge.

  I told myself I didn’t need her, that I could live my life as it had been.

  I reminded myself that I shouldn’t want her in any manner, although the slightest touch of her hand stimulated every inch of my body and soul.

  I forced myself to look away, tapping my hand against the wall in a gesture requiring her movement. No, I didn’t need her. She was merely my mark’s daughter, a woman who might hold the key to obtaining what I sought.

  As she took the first cautious step down, I realized it was all a lie.

  I had to have her.

  Every. Single. Inch.

  What troubled me the most was that she made my black heart bleed.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was forced to realize that she just might be my only attempt at salvation.

  God help me.

  Chapter Eight

  Giliana

  Darkness. The absence of light.

  The expression was one I’d known, even professing to my entire life. For far too many reasons, Kostya had forced me to face an ugly glimpse into my past. Everything had been perfectly polished, Wyland Worthington’s children coiffed and ready to smile for the cameras. I hadn’t known anything different until I’d escaped, finally realizing that life wasn’t made up of pretend Sunday dinners and a few holidays spent together.

  All for the bright lights of the camera merely a prop for social media.

  For those few intense hours I’d spent over two nights with Zorro, I’d felt freer than I had my entire life.

  Only to realize what a fucking joke it had been.

  Just. Like. My. Life.

  “You’re never going to make anything out of yourself, Giliana.”

  “You mean, unless I come to work for you,” I retorted. “I have no desire to wallow in lies.” I’d struck a chord, my father’s face finally registering rage. I’d never stood up to him before, had never been able to see him for what he was truly made of.

  Until that very moment.

  “Let’s face it. No one is going to hire you. One year at a junior college in which you flunked out doesn’t make for prime employee material. I’d say coming to work for me is a solid chance to prove yourself.”

  “You’re such an asshole.”

  He bristled, fisting one hand, his other shaking the liquid in his glass. “I only want what is best for you.”

  Liar.

  The way my father had swaggered around his desk, a stiff bourbon in his hand was the only way I’d remembered him. Not for the times he’d cheered me on while learning to ride a horse. Not for the first time I’d won a spelling bee contest. Only the ugliness spewing from his liquored-up mouth as he chastised me for ‘pretending’ to be a chef.

  Then again, I’d called my father a murderer.

  I cringed, studying Kostya for a few minutes. Was he any different than my father?

  Terror.

  Emptiness.

  Anticipation.

  There were no words left to describe my level of emotions, my entire mind shutting down to the horrors I knew I would face. I was completely humiliated, unable to even think clearly. Why in the hell did I think I could get away from him, the fucking monster? I ached all over, my bottom sore, the heat still escalating. I couldn’t believe he’d fucked me in the ass.

  Even worse.

  I’d enjoyed it; the roughness of his actions and the way my muscles responded. Oh, God. That had to make me sick inside. I couldn’t get over the embarrassment of being completely naked, rendered nothing more than a bad little girl, one requiring punishment for almost everything.

  I had no doubt he’d spank me again. The thought was... God. It was intoxicating as hell.

  Training. Whatever he was going to do to me I knew was filthy, kinky in nature. He was disgusting in every way.

  And handsome.

  And intoxicating.

  And...

  “Go down the stairs, Giliana,” Kostya instructed, his voice gruffer than before.

  I was finally beginning to realize that he’d truly captured me, insistent that I had something to do with whatever business he had with my father. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the possibility my father had taken some diamond for his ridiculous collection. I was sick to my stomach, anxiety creating wave after wave of nausea.

  What Kostya and I had shared in the restaurant had been incredible. He’d been a different man. No, he’d been playing a game of chess, maybe even attempting to get me on his side. My mind was muddled, every nerve standing on edge. I was absolutely floored I’d allowed myself to be manipulated in such an egregious manner.

  Trembling, I found the courage to walk down the flight of stairs, anticipating nothing more than a cold basement full of rusting appliances and ancient tools. A series of lights flooded the area as I stepped off the landing onto a mosaic tile floor, the warm glow highlighting what could only be described as a lavish suite meant for a king.

  Except for the glorified dog cage positioned in the middle of the room. Oh, God. Oh... Hell, no. I would fight him if he attempted to throw me inside.

  Then what kind of punishment would he issue?

  I had no way of knowing his level of savagery, but his need for retaliation was clear in his expression and the hatred in his eyes. Was it possible my father had beaten him at a different competition? I held back bitter laughter, trying to observe every aspect of my surroundings. There had to be a way out.

  In the illumination of the LED lighting, the polished steel bars of the cage shimmered. I was thrown into a state of disbelief, my body swaying as I stared at the structured box, realizing that I would be required to spend at least one night behind bars. I was thrown by the realization, my heart racing. I’d yet to place the events of the evening into a neat little box, allowing my mind to process any aspect of what Kostya had said.

  Let alone the damning questions he’d tossed at me, determined to find the answers at all costs. Diamond. I could have
imagined anything in the world but not a diamond or any other jewel; that wasn’t my father. While I’d only spent three nights in my father’s house prior to my apartment being ready, I hadn’t seen anything even remotely resembling a precious jewel. If the men my father employed were anywhere close to the same as I’d met prior to leaving for Paris, their qualifications weren’t remotely good enough to manage that kind of major theft.

  Although I was aware my father had taken a trip outside of the country only a few months prior, which wasn’t like him in the least.

  Nothing made any sense.

  I ached all over, not only from the spanking or the intense round of sex, but from the realization that everything I’d believed about my father was true. He wasn’t a good man in any regard. While I longed to be saddened by the forced acceptance, a part of me was relieved. At least a portion of the guilt I’d felt for leaving for Paris was tossed away.

  Kostya walked toward the cage, his body tense. He tapped his fingers on the sleek metal, a slight growl entirely different than the ones filled with passion. He was out of sorts about me.

  Because of me.

  And for a fleeting few seconds, I could tell he was uncertain exactly what to do with me. At some point, I would use his indecisiveness to my advantage.

  Like I did smashing a glass into the back of his head. I groaned inwardly, swallowing several times. “Let me go. Just please let me go. I won’t tell anyone what happened. I swear.” I knew better than to think the words would alter his decision in any manner. Maybe I wanted to see just how far he was going to go. Why? I had to be kidding myself that this would end in anything other than...

  My death.

  When he turned quickly, taking two long strides until he was able to grab both of my arms, I was thrown into another moment of fear. His face held an expression of anger even as his eyes gave him away. He was struggling with every aspect of his resolve to carry out some self-imposed rule, a requirement to treat me exactly the way every other enemy was handled.

  Brutally.

  Without reservation.

  “You need to wise up, Giliana. You are now my captive and I am your master. You will do everything I command without hesitation.”