Chapter 18
The silence in the room was deafening.
Angela stood frozen, her back against the cold wall, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She could hear Mikhail’s measured steps as he adminces towaró her, each one slow, deliberate–predatory. His presence was suffocating, his fury tangible, wrapping around her like an iron cage.
Her escape had failed. And now, she would face the consequences.
Mikhail stopped just inches from her. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension, his body fadiating heat and anger. He lifted his hand, and for a split second, Angela flinched, expecting pain. But instead, his fingers brushed along her jaw, deceptively soft, before they curled under her chin and forced her to look up at him.
“You truly don’t understand, do you?” His voice was quiet–dangerous.
Angela’s pulse hammered in her throat. “Mikhail, I
“Don’t,” he interrupted, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “Don’t lie to me. You were trying to leave. Again.”
She swallowed hard. “I was scared.”
Mikhail let out a bitter chuckle, his eyes narrowing. “Scared of me?”
Angela hesitated before whispering, “Yes.”
Something dark flickered in his expression. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “f*ck,” he murmured. “I was being nice to you, Angela. But you’ve the guts trying to escape. Let me give you something to be scared of.”
Angela gasped as Mikhail suddenly grabbed her wrist, spinning her around and pressing her hands against the wooden desk. He caged her in, his large frame dwarfing her smaller one, his chest pressing against her back.
“You disobeyed me, Angela,” he murmured against her ear. “Tell me, what should I do with you?”
She clenched her jaw, refusing to answer, her body trembling against his. But Mikhail wasn’t one to be ignored. His fingers trailed down her spine, slow and calculated. “I should punish you,” he continued, his tone chillingly calm. “Make you understand what happens when you betray me.”
Angela’s breath hitched. “Please…”
Mikhail’s grip tightened on her wrist. “Please what?”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “Don’t hurt me.”
He exhaled sharply, the sound filled with restraint. “Hurt you?” He turned her around abruptly, pressing her back against the desk, his hands pinning her jn place. “I would never hurt you, Angela. But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you go unpunished.”
Mikhail seized her wrist in a cold grip as he dragged her to the bed. Her knees hit the edge of the bed making her wince as she fell on it face first. Mikhail disappeared somewhere as Angela scrambled to her feet searching for the door so she could escape. And just like that Mikhail was back. He was fuming as he hauled her up on his shoulder and tossed her on the bed making her bounce on it twice. In one swift move he hovered over her, grabbing her wrists he tied them to the headboard of the bed. Her blood turned cold as she thrashed trying to free herself but she only ended up hurting herself because the ropes were so tight almost cutting through her skin the more she struggled.
Mikhail pulled out a knife from his pocket as he ripped her shirt with ease from the shoulder. The ripping noise filled the room, making her freeze in her place as she felt cold air on her bare shoulder. And if that wasn’t enough she felt something cold and sharp on the upper swell of her breast.
“P–please no,” SAhe struggled wailing loudly but Mikhail didn’t listen. He pierced the blade into her unblemished skin and carved his initials on her skin as she screamed and begged him to stop but he didn’t. Mikhail watched the blood coated “M” on her chest in pure satisfaction. Angela’s whole body was shivering. Tears streaking her face. She was on the verge of passing out.
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Chapter 18
His gaze darkened as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone the one she had been given. Angela’s heart stopped when mé Fewa kim
to her. She didn’t realize when Mikhail took it from her hands. pressing the keys. The sound was similar to the phone which Yelena gave
Mikhail twirled the device between his fingers, his lips sealed in a thin line of absolute rage. “Do you know who this number belongs to?” he moved colas,
when he sa..
Angela shook her head, her throat dry. She felt like he’d kill her any minute now.
Mikhail’s jaw tensed. “My enemy.”
Angela’s breath caught in her lungs.
Mikhail pressed the phone to her ear. “Go on,” he taunted. “Answer it.”
Her fingers trembled as she hesitantly heard the phone ringing. The line rang once before the person picked up
“Angela?” a deep voice whispered on the other end.
Angela’s stomach dropped.
Mikhail ripped the phone away and crushed it in his fist, the plastic and metal shattering like glass. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his entire body vibrating with fury.
“You were conspiring with him,” he hissed, his voice laced with venom. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
Angela shook her head furiously. “I didn’t know! I swear! I just–I just wanted to be free.”
Mikhail let out a harsh laugh. “Free?” His fingers traced over her collarbone, his touch featherlight, yet filled with silent warning. “You are free, Angela. But only within the world I create for you.”
She swallowed hard, her heartbeat deafening. “Please, stop.”
His fingers trailed up her neck, tilting her head back slightly. His lips hovered just above her skin, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Make me.”
Angela’s knees buckled, but Mikhail held her up effortlessly. His warmth, his proximity, his dominance–it was too much. She wanted to push him away, wanted to hate him, but the way he looked at her, the way he controlled every inch of her world terrified her.
Mikail bit into her skin as she screamed but he wasn’t done. He sucked on that spot savagely and nibbled on it before letting it go.
Mikhail exhaled against her cheek before finally stepping back, allowing her a breath of space.
“You belong to me,” he stated staring at the mark on her neck and his name carved on her chest, his voice as sharp as a blade. “And I will make sure you never forget it.”
Angela knew then–there was no escaping him.
Ever.
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