I scoff. “And I don’t give a fuck,” I tell her. “You are going to give my husband the information he asked for. He paid his debt when he redirected your unwanted suitor. If you try this seduction act again or try and retaliate, I will send you back to your father piece by piece.” I pause. “Or maybe I’ll drop you off on the doorstep of that suitor you seem so afraid of.”
Serena freezes, chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to breathe. “Please,” she begs, tears streaming down her perfectly made-up face. Ouch, mascara lines are a bitch to clean up. “Please don’t. I—I promise.”
“Promise what, Serena?”
“I promise I’ll leave him alone!” she screams. “Just please don’t let him take me.”
Shouldn’t I feel pity for her predicament?
I don’t. Not at all.
“You should have thought about that before you came in here with your seduction and your threats,” I bite out. Tightening my hold on her neck a little more to get the point across, I let her hang there for a moment longer. Once I see the fear crawl fully into her eyes, I drag her away from the edge. She hits the concrete with a harsh cry.
“Where is my mother’s grave?” Matthias stares down at her, his eyes cold and unfeeling. This woman has used up all her chances with him.
“Kuz’minskoye Kladbishche,” Serena whispers. “That was where Kirill ordered my father to bury your mother. He buried her in another grave so no one would find her.”
“What was the name on the gravestone?”
“Uh,” she stalls for a second as she thinks about it. “Anya Levchenko or something like that. She’s in sector D4. I looked it up.”
I look to Matthias for direction, and he nods. She isn’t showing any signs of lying.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I hiss at her. “If I ever see you near my husband again, your father and unwanted suitor will be the least of your problems, I guarantee it.” Serena doesn’t bother to acknowledge my threat before she takes off toward the elevator as fast as she can go in her scuffed-up Jimmy Choos.
Clearing my throat, I brush off my skirt and stride back into his office with my head held high. Matthias doesn’t say a word to me. He just walks to the door, shutting it and locking it behind him. He closes the blinds next and dims the lights slightly.
“Turn around, Red,” he orders as he stalks toward me, a deep hunger echoing in his stormy eyes. Licking my lips, I immediately obey, bending myself over in the exact spot Serena tried seducing him. A shiver of excitement runs through me when one hand skates up my inner thigh. He parts my legs with his knee and yanks my skirt up, exposing my ass.
“That was hot,moya koroleva,” Matthias whispers in my ear. I moan when he slaps my ass, the stark sound reverberating through the quiet office. Matthias chuckles. “Such a dirty girl for me, Ava.” He pushes down my underwear until they rest at my ankles.
“Fuck,” I moan again, satisfaction brimming through me when he pushes two fingers inside me.
“So wet for me already,” he groans. “Did threatening Serena turn you on? Does violence make you horny and wet for me, my little psycho?”
He slaps my ass harder when I don’t answer, the action shoving me tighter against the desk, the edge digging into my waist.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” I breathe, pushing back against his fingers. “Putting that bitch in her place made me horny for you.”
“Good girl.” Fuck, I clamp down on his fingers when he says those words. The bastard chuckles. Fabric rustles behind me, and I turn my head to look at what he is doing. A small yelp bursts from my lips as his hand tangles in my hair and he wrenches my head back, preventing me from looking anywhere but in front of me. “Eyes front, Ava.”
He lets go of my hair when I do as I am told and train my eyes on the small picture of me on his desk. Tears spring to my eyes when I see it, an emotion I don’t want to name burrowing into my heart. The photo is of my first day teaching at the compound. I am smiling, hair up in a messy bun. I don’t remember anyone taking a picture.
Soft silk slides around my neck. His tie. Matthias pulls, the silk drawing taut against my throat, forcing me to arch my back to keep it from strangling me.
“Let’s play,” he whispers, his voice low and husky. He pulls his fingers out of my pussy to open his zipper. My body trembles in anticipation at the sound. I feel the hard length of him rubbing against my folds, coating it in my juices. I am a hot dripping mess down there.
“Matthias.” In one swift motion, he fills me up, burying himself to the hilt. The cinch of the tie around my neck and the feel of the edge of the desk grinding against my clit have my nerve endings lit up like Times Square on New Year’s Eve.
“Fuck,Krasnyy,” he groans. “I could stay buried in you forever.” Removing his cock until just the tip remains, he slams into me again, the desk sliding along the floor a few inches.
“Jesus,” I curse as he does this a few more times, pulling nearly all the way out before aggressively shoving himself back inside of me. The tie around my neck remains just tight enough to make it hard to breathe but not enough to cut off my air supply. Not that I would care at this moment. I am riding high on cloud nine.
“You want to come, good girl?”
I can only nod, the cresting wave of pleasure too much for my addled brain to formulate words.