(Emily's POV)One of his 'f*cks' hit my ears before he jerk off his chair and caught me by the waist just as my legs gave out.With my back to his chest, he shoved two fingers down my throat, gagged on them, then threw up on his hand and the marble floor. He did it again, and again until nothing else came up, and I begged him to stop.Hot sweat permeated my skin, which made me shiver. My limbs were as weak as jelly, and tears saturated my cheeks from the presence of his fingers down my throat. But the knowledge he hadn't done this to me filled me with a disturbing amount of relief that alleviated the grip on my lungs.When he lifted me, my eyes opened, and I blinked against the harsh light. Alya dashed from the room after Dimitri growled something at her.Rainbow-colored vomit stained my rose dress and Dimitri's Tom Ford suit. I wondered if this was how I would die, poisoned by black tea in the devil's arms. I wondered if hell would feel as welcoming; if it had an accent, sharp incisor
(Dimitri's POV)Lucio occupied the chair in front of my desk, his careful gaze and silence on my skin. He had a good reason to be cautious. It was a while since I'd been so angry my hands shook, three months exactly, when I found Celine's body, lifeless on the floor, bathing with her own blood.The irony of the situation was one of the reasons I'd forced myself to sit here and wait for the rage to cool before I shot my men one by one to find the traitor in our midst. The other reason . . . well, it made me a little nauseous. It was the idea Emily's soft eyes were almost permanently snuffed out by a cup of tea. The burn in my chest whenever I thought of it reminded me of the time I fought for air in an Imperial Sedan filled with icy water. I didn't often dwell on the past, but the odd sense of... relief Emily would live reminded me of my first breath after breaking my head through the surface of the Po river.I took a drag from my cigar."Cleo is questioning Amy," Lucio said. I star
(Emily's POV)I thought Alya was a bad maid, but that was before I had her as a nurse. She plumped the pillow beneath my head like she was beating a lump of dough and pulled a piece of my hair in the mix.With a resentful glance, I shied away from her. "Thank you, but my pillow is fine."She raised a brow before sliding a mischievous look away to mess with the tray of food at my bedside."I'm not hungry," I said.She ignored me and made a show of adding sugar to my tea. As if I'd ever drink that tea again.I'd stayed in bed for two days, and with each second that passed, I grew sicker of it. The only thing that kept me here was the knowledge someone in this house hated me so much they'd poisoned me. And then, my thoughts chanted I was an awful person.My mind was a terrible place.Yesterday, Louis, the doctor, deemed me as good as new. Dimitri, however, hadn't shown his face since he carried me to my room and stripped me naked. I didn't know what I expected. Certainly not an apology
(Emily's POV)The sight of him made my heart do awkward palpitation as curiosity expanded once again. My fingers tightened around his razor. "Looking for your staircase to hell."He chuckled softly. "You're not going to find it in here. I keep it in the basement." Something synonymous with amusement started in my stomach, but I tamped it down. I may have decided to let twisted feelings run their course but laughing with my kidnapper in his bedroom would just be crazy. Without words, I walk passed him and tried to escape from his dungeon but he held my wrist and pushed me lightly. I was out of balance and my hand landed on the knob of the closet, causing me to fully open it and found myself inside the closet.He's being harsh again.Dimitri's eyes slid to the razor in my hand before he moved into the closet too, and even though it was the size of a child's bedroom, the space could now rival a cardboard box.I took a step back and watched him warily as he removed his suit jacket. My
(Emily's POV)The next morning, our breakfast 'dates' continued. However, the atmosphere couldn't be tenser if a ticking time bomb sat beside the teapot just didn't know the silence was about to detonate in a way that would make an actual explosive a better alternative.An edginess flared at the memory of last night. The pressure of Dimitri's body against mine awoke a heat wave beneath my skin that was so hot, tossed, and turned all night into emptiness and confusion. Even now, a restless ache persisted between my legs.I curled my toes against the marble, knowing I should be ashamed of the feeling especially since Dimitri seemed to have forgotten last night entirely by his apathetic demeanor-but I refused to send myself on another guilt trip.Instead of the silent maid, another woman served our food, and she was not the docile, invisible type. She could be Kendall Jenner's blonde twin. I wouldn't be surprised if the servant's eyelashes were thickly mascaraed by the celebrity's makeup
(Emily's POV)My eyes glued to him, to Dimitri. Somehow I felt he must have gone through a lot. Seeing his daughter's bedroom connected to his, he was still not ready to let Celine go. He was stuck in the past. Is that why he let Sylvia come and go freely inside his property? I do not have any idea if they were divorced or just split. I'm not sure if the documents that I signed are authentic. Come to think of it... I do not give a f*ck about his and Sylvia's relationship. "What?"My soul was awakened when the grumpy voice resonated through my ears. Confusion covers all over his countenance. He stares at me, eyes narrowed while munching his shrimp pasta."What?" I questioned back."Can't get enough of my handsomeness?"I rolled my eyes and sip the lemon juice in my glass. I told Amanda to not give me tea anymore. I also asked this handsome creature in front of me if only Amanda, Leila, or Alya can serve me a portion of food. I must be insane for entrusting Alya, or not."What's on y
(Emily's POV)I was relieved to see the dining room sat empty except for a single filled plate in my spot at the table. After grabbing the dish, I slipped on my boots and coat and stepped outside. The men no longer went silent in my presence, now used to me drifting around in the snow. Mali, the youngest among the guards here, even came over to greet me, following my steps to the kennel while trying out some of the English he was attempting to learn. It was awful, but I'd never tell him.Lucio barked something at Mali, who gave me an apologetic smile "I leave now. Boss teach me how..." As he scratched his head in thought, a weird sense of anticipation ballooned in my stomach at just the mention of Dimitri, knowing he was the only one referred to as "boss" around here. Unable to come up with the word, Lucio moved his hands like they were on a steering wheel."Drive?" I supplied."Yes. He tells me I suck ass."A laugh escaped my mouth. Lucio should probably stick to letting Dimitri teac
(Emily's POV)As the cement floor became chillier, I used the remaining strength of my other arm to sit up and took a glance at Ravi who was monitoring my every move. I cannot blame him, I'm the one who push myself to him, as I was eager to tame this cold-blooded dog.Nevertheless, it was partly my fault and Dimitri should not know about this or anyone else. It is easy to hide the wound by wearing a sleeves coat, like every day. If I do, Alya must think I am missing her off again, by wearing weigh clothes which is difficult to laundry.She's complaining about every nuisance I made, that's why it was easy to piss her off. I'm used to seeing her frowning than acting as if she cared, it does not suit to her appearance. Just as I reached the kennel's exit, the door opened to reveal a stern-faced Lucio. I took a step back, hid my wrist in my coat sleeve, and forced an innocent expression. His suspicious gaze slid from mine to take in the room behind me."What are you doing in here?" he as