"Turn around, Adelaine."
Heart hammering in my chest, I didn't budge.
"I said turn around, Adelaine."
His voice, a grave, resonant command had me obeying completely this time without a second thought. My mind screamed to bolt out, to ubpush him away or slap him. But none of the three was going to happen, because I couldn't flee, and neither could I fight him.
Closing the curtains behind him, he dropped his suit jacket on the floor. His hands came down to my shoulders, and very carefully, he started to lower down my crossed arms down to my sides. Slowly, he leaned in, and I had to tilt my head back to look at him.
"This has to stop," Mikhail whispered. "I refuse to suffer another morning wood, Adelaine, not anymore. These...endless fantasies of you have to stop." He caressed my shoulders and his breath fanned warm on my neck.
"Get dressed. I'm taking you to my house tonight."
(adult content: sex, mafia, substance-abuse related chaps® mature readers only)