sex-me boss.

when he went up to her room, she was still asleep. she was peaceful and he was so attracted by her angelic face. her black hair attracted him so much, he wanted to plunge his fingers into it, but he was afraid of waking her up when she needed this sleep to recover a little. Remembering what the doctor had said, he left the room in a hurry and made his way to the kitchens, where his employees were hard at work. He wasn’t sure what he was going to be able to order for her, so he contacted a nutritionist he knew, and when the latter gave him a list of everything he needed, he showed it to his boss, who set to work with the others.

Slowly opening her eyes, Kira didn’t recognize the place she was in. a large four-poster bed, a room decorated in beige and thick sheets that could melt the sunken part of an iceberg. she couldn’t remember anything apart from the cellar where she thought she’d spend the rest of her days in the freezing cold and the bugs that kept her company. when she pulled the blanket away from her body, she couldn’t believe what she had on like a piece of clothing; a man’s shirt which, strangely enough, fit her perfectly. she shook her head frantically to get the idea out of her head, because she couldn’t enjoy this kind of thing when she had a boyfriend who was certainly already scared to death by the time she’d disappeared. she’d had no way of warning Anton before he went missing. She had thought for a moment that she was in a dream, because the basement she was in had no exit door for her, and besides, she would have remembered if she had escaped on her own. she didn’t need to be told who he was, because the last time this man’s image had leaked into a magazine, she’d learned that he was the most dangerous mobster in russia. his incomparably dark gaze scrutinized her in minute detail as she trembled like a leaf. It was the first time she’d seen him from his full height, and she imagined how small he was compared to her. She lowered her eyes in an attempt to regain composure, because she knew she couldn’t win this staring duel.

Dimitri hadn’t expected her to be awake when he entered the room. He’d been hoping for hours that she’d wake up, but he hadn’t planned to confront her so quickly. He wasn’t afraid of her, but she was a young woman who was far from the kind of person he was used to dealing with. she was very fragile and he needed to be patient, a quality that didn’t come naturally to him. he advanced towards the bed and saw her recoil. she was going to end up falling if she continued. He was certainly scary for a kid like her, but he didn’t eat people either, even if he did take a malicious pleasure in boiling the balls of his victims alive. when he took his place on the edge of the bed, she wanted to jump to the floor, but no, he held her by the arm and saw her eyes wet with tears. For God’s sake, he wasn’t the type to make women cry, especially not little girls like her. He released her immediately and warned her to get away.

-You were unconscious when we found you in the cellar….

-in your cellar to be precise,” she replied, trembling.

Dimitri arched an eyebrow as he looked at her. Even in spite of her fright and trembling, she wasn’t letting up, like a kitten bursting out of her claws. he smiled without realizing it, he’d just had an amusement he didn’t think he’d tire of.

-So I was saying that you lost consciousness and to give you a second chance at life, even if I wasn’t too happy about it, I had to call in some competent doctors for you and now everything’s fine, well… that’s what they told me.

-You wouldn’t have kidnapped me, I’d have gone on with my life peacefully, but it had to be me. I hope the monster inside you has finally calmed down and let me go, because otherwise…

-I’m not a faggot for a kid like you to talk to me like that. No one does, so watch what comes out of your mouth because you’re going to regret it very bitterly, whether you’re a woman or not. i don’t tolerate disrespect and now let me tell you that, if it hadn’t been me, it would have been someone else, so at least be grateful that i’m not a pimp or the owner of a trafficking network for young women. i’m sure some crazy pervert would have taken great pleasure in adoring your body. keep your tongue in your mouth if you want me to be just a little bit nice to you.

Kira breathed out as she felt her eyes tingle. She wanted to cry, she was so scared that all she wanted at that moment was to see her brother, but what could she do? she was in a place still unknown to her with no news. the monster was looking at her as if he wanted to punish her, and even if she didn’t yet know what awaited her, the cellar was the last place she’d want to go again.

-How do you feel?” asked Dimitri once more.

in the depths of his eyes? Kira could see the kind of dangerousness that would get the better of her if she ever tried to lie.

-I’m afraid, very afraid… you, I mean the monster and you… not you but the monster…

Dimitri placed his finger on her soft lips to silence her. He was amused by her beginnings of sentences that said nothing concrete. she wanted to say something, but she was also afraid of the truth, and that was perfectly normal. he was amused because she had closed her eyes and was trembling even more.

-I, the monster, know it, so go ahead and speak now without fear. I, the monster…

he withdrew his finger from her lips and Kira opened her eyes. She didn’t want to make him angrier than he already was, but if she didn’t speak, perhaps she would suffer his wrath. He nodded, giving her the order to speak.

-I want to know what I’m doing here. I didn’t ask to be here.

-You’re here and that’s that. You’re not leaving until I say so, and if you try anything, you know what’ll happen to you.

she was about to reply when the bedroom door opened. she saw a young woman enter with a well-stocked tray. only the smell of this delicious meal awakened her intestines, which began to buzz relentlessly. she didn’t dare look up at the monster because she could already imagine his smile. she wanted to devour the whole tray, but no, to leave, she’d have to go on a hunger strike, and her conscience would have to push him to let her go. when the young woman left, Dimitri put the tray down in front of her and looked at her without speaking. after a few minutes, he huffed in exasperation.

-I haven’t got all day, you know. Are you going to eat, or would you like me to use some other method to get you to eat?

-and what will you give me if i eat?

a dry laugh escaped Dimitri’s lips. on top of wasting his time babysitting her, mademoiselle wanted him to negotiate for her to eat again. he could have spilled that tray on the floor and walked out of that room, leaving her to starve, but only he didn’t want her death on his conscience when she was innocent in all this. patience, his subconscious kept reminding him.

-And what do you want, kiddo?

-My freedom. I’ll eat all this and you’ll give me my freedom back, how’s that for a negotiation?

Amused, Dimitri let a frank laugh escape from his throat. So now all she wanted was her freedom. He could have jumped at the chance and set her free so he wouldn’t have to run after her like a kid learning to take his first steps, but he couldn’t. He knew the danger that awaited her out there if she ever came home. His brother had exchanged her for money, so he’d be ready to do the same if she came home.

-What if I offered you a nice spider instead, kid? isn’t that tempting?

she paled as she looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears. it didn’t take much for her to burst into tears, and that was rather amusing, but making her cry wasn’t his aim. she was skinny and needed to eat, so he was going to give in to her whim.

-All right, you eat and go.

-Too easy for a mafioso, so I know where the trap is… -You agreed very easily.

-Maybe because I’m sick and tired of being after you. I’ve got better things to do, like spill blood, instead of being bored with you. Eat now and you’ll have your freedom, kid. Attack your tray now.

reassured, she began to eat, or more precisely, to devour the delicious food in front of her. she had the appetite of a female who had just given birth, for Dimitri had never seen a woman eat so much. just leaves and fruit every day, which they called salad, and nothing else. while she was enjoying her meal, he was managing his affairs on his phone. a few minutes later, he heard a clearing of his throat. when he turned back to her, he saw that she had finished. a gleam shone in her eyes and he was already dreading her reaction to what he was going to tell her without delay.

-I’ve got to go now, don’t I?

-Yes, but your clothes are in tatters. let’s just say the bugs that were keeping you company weren’t very nice to you and they soiled your clothes. you’ll have to wait until some clothes are brought to you before you leave.

Kira looked at him and a nameless anger filled her eyes. She had expected to leave, she wanted to go home, but she told herself that he was right because she couldn’t leave with her clothes so torn and especially with a man’s shirt on her.

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If he told her the next day, she’d suspect he wasn’t interested in her, so the same evening was perhaps the best thing to say.

-It won’t be long. In a few hours you’ll be free.

-Mafioso’s word?” Kira asked hopefully.

She was proud to be able to leave, but one day she’d understand that he was doing it for her, and also, part of him didn’t want to let her go, not just because of the danger, but for a reason he didn’t know.

-You can still rest, you know. It won’t be long before you hear all about it.

Dimitri left the room, not forgetting to lock it. She was a curious young woman who could try the impossible at any moment, and it was best that he closed the door like that. When he arrived in the hall, he saw Yuri waiting for him.

Spit it out, Yuri.

-Krouto, he’d like your help.

-I don’t want to help this man, so forget it. For what his son has done, I don’t want to help him anymore. He’s just a man who’ll be toppled in no time by his political rivals.

-very good and Kira, how is she?

-she’s better, she’s expecting me to buy her some clothes to get her out of here, but what she doesn’t know is that she belongs to me now.

-Belongs to you how?” asked Yuri.

Dimitri looked at him and realized what a fool he’d been. In fact, he didn’t even know what it meant, and he didn’t even know why he’d said it. She was very small and he never wanted to have anything to do with a woman again. Cold showers were enough for him if you suspected he was a man.

-Let it go, Yuri. You still haven’t given me the information I asked for about this anonymous buyer who’s trying to throw a spanner in the works.

-No news, as I’ve told you since.

He huffed, clenching his fists. He wasn’t at all satisfied.