Andrei sits down on the couch and places his feet on my back, using my body as a footstool. “There. That’s better. Now, don’t move. Or I will spank you for it.”
I stay incredibly still. This position—this humiliating position—is the last one I want to be in, but I don’t dare argue with Andrei. I don’t have the power here. He does.
But where is Mikhail? I’ve never wanted him more.
Tears begin to streak down my face. They fall onto the carpet beneath me.
“What’s going on?” It’s not the voice I want to rescue me. It’s not Mikhail.
It’s Vik.
She storms into the living room. “What are you doing to my sister?”
Andrei laughs in a wicked way, sending shivers down my spine. “I needed to teach you girls a lesson. You should get on your hands and knees, too, for how you spoke to me.”
Oh, no. What did Vik say to Andrei?
“All I said was that I didn’t want to leave with you,” Vik says. “How does that make me the bad guy?”
“You rejected me,” Andrei hisses, sounding more and more like Boris.
“So, you decided to hurt my sister?” Vik scoffs. “You’re crazy. Delusional.”
“I say force her to her hands and knees,” a man says. “And stuff a cock in her mouth while you’re at it. Shut her up.”
Vik gasps. “You are all pigs.” She walks over to Andrei and smacks his feet. “Get your filthy feet off my sister.”
There’s a challenge in his eyes. “No. I will not.”
I clench my teeth together to keep from crying out as Andrei grinds his feet against my back. My arms tremble, trying to keep me upright. Andrei is placing a lot of his weight onto me, even just with his feet.
Vik sniffs and raises her head higher. “Fine. I’ll just do this.” She screams.
A blood-curdling, horrifying scream.
Some of the men jerk away in confusion. One man runs toward Vik and slaps her across the face. She stumbles back, clutching her cheek. “How dare you?” she seethes.
“I wanted you to stop screaming,” the man replies.
“What’s going on in here?” Finally, it’s Mikhail. “Andrei, get your feet off my wife.”
Andrei quickly stands up and straightens his jacket and tie. “I was just …”
I slump to the floor and curl into a ball, unable to look at the men around me. I feel hands on my arms, helping me to stand back up.
Mikhail pulls me into a hug as he glares at Andrei. “What were you doing?”
“I was teaching her a lesson. She’s a sub, after all. I have that right.”
“She’s not yours,” Mikhail grows, tightening his arms around me. I bury my face into his neck, breathing in his masculine, strong scent. “You had no right to do that. Sofiya is mine and mine alone. No other man will touch her.”
“I understand.” Andrei ducks his gaze. “But what about her sister? She was rude to me.”
“I was not,” Vik objects.
“Is that why you went after my wife? Because her sister rejected you?”
Andrei’s mouth drops open. “She did not reject me.”
“I did,” Vik says, dropping her hand from her face. “And I got slapped in the face for it.”
“This is getting out of hand,” Mikhail says. “Viktoriya, go get your other sister, and go upstairs.”
Vik meets my gaze. For once, there’s concern there. “All right,” she says after a moment. “I’ll go get Mila. And no one better fucking touch me.” She leaves the room.
Mikhail turns his heated gaze onto me. “Are you all right? Did he hurt you?”
Do I tell Mikhail the truth? That Andrei purposefully dug his feet into my back? “No,” I whisper. I don’t want to cause even more tension than there already is.
“Andrei,” Mikhail says, “I want you to stand in that corner.” He nods toward the far wall of the living room. “And think about what you did.”
“I’m not a child,” Andrei says hotly.
“You were acting like it when you tried to humiliate my wife. Only I have the right to do that.”
I quickly look up at Mikhail. What does he mean by that?
I notice Vik and Mila heading for the stairs. Good. Vik found her. Mila meets my eyes across the room, silently asking me if I’m all right. I give her a nod. I don’t want her down here.
