The predictability infuriated her. She wanted to rage at him. Why couldn’t a man just want her for herself, not for what she represented? Not to fuck away a policewoman’s sense of power.
“What if I don’t?” she spit out glaring up into his face.
His actions were swift and ruthless.
Jane barely managed a gasp when he pulled her hair back, forcing her to arch her neck and back, thrusting out her gorgeous, rounded breasts. He devoured her without further touch. She suddenly felt as small as he wanted her to feel and tried to shrink away from him. He wouldn’t allow it and dragged her closer, his eyes tracing her pale breasts down across her flat stomach to her strong thighs still hidden beneath the folds of her robe. She struggled, but he shook her viciously, causing her head to swim.
“If you do not obey me, there will be consequences, officer McKinley. Consequences you will not enjoy, I promise,” he snapped. “You have declined my generous offer and I have kindly decided to back off, for now. If you continue down your current path, I will give myself free reign to indulge what I am now holding back for your sake. I am not a lover. I am a killer and a loner, a man better left alone. I enjoy hurting other people, Detective. If you pursue me, then I will end the chase my way. I will take you, put you in a cage and I will keep you for my exclusive and particular use. In short, I will break you.”
His words were so rapid and so accented she had trouble following them. But she understood the gist. “Are you threatening me?”
“Yes, Jane, I am most definitely threatening you,” he agreed. “But the question is, will you take heed, or will you continue on this reckless course you seem so intent on?”
She remained silent. She believed him. But she wouldn’t stop. She was close to pinning Yankovich’s murder on him. And now she could add threatening a police officer to his charges.
As if reading her mind, he gave her the cold smile that seemed to be his signature. “You are very easy to read, my pet,” he said, stroking the hair back from her temple. She jerked her head away, but he ignored the small defiance. “If you must have it your way then I will choose to look forward to the hunt with anticipation.”
Releasing his grip, he reached down to cover her exposed curves. His fingers shook very slightly, betraying how close to the edge of his control he had reached. She wondered if perhaps, maybe a little, she did test his legendary icy calm. The image of herself forced into slavery to this man sent a shudder rippling through her small frame. Sitnikov smoothed a hand down the front of her robe ensuring it was in place and her modesty was intact.
“Goodbye, my pet.” His deep, accented voice caressed her. “And forget I exist. It is perhaps better… for both of us.”
She said nothing. The scariest man she had ever crossed paths with turned and left. She briefly considered shooting him in the back, but was too shaky to go after the gun. Legs wobbling, she sunk to the floor of her small apartment, wrapped her arms around her knees and allowed weakness to wash over her. She touched the spot behind her ear that his lips and nose had caressed, and her fingers came away wet with his blood.
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