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Again, I can’t move. It’s like I’m back in the alley with my eyes on his murderous blade.Gunsyn looms over me like a giant, his hulking frame poised, taut and deadly, his broad shoulders threatening to tear the fabric of his gray, button-down shirt. I search his eyes, hoping to find a sign of weakness or some sign that he might not be serious. But all I see is cold determination supporting a fierce desire. There’s no question about it; he wants me. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such lust in a man’s eyes, and I hate myself for being flattered by it.“Fine,” he says, tossing the knife in the corner by the door. “If you won’t do it for me, I will.”I stagger back as he advances on me. My back hits the solid concrete wall and knocks the breath from my lungs. As I gasp, Gunsyn reaches out and snatches me by the throat and pins me in place. His hand is rough, strong, dominant, and unyielding. I reach up and grasp his wrist with both hands, trying to break his grip on me, but it’s f

“Put your hand on my cock,” Gunsyn demands. I know better now, so I reach out and tentatively touch the bulge between his legs. I can’t even get my hand around it. How can a man have something so big down there?“Don’t be gentle, sweet thing,” he groans into my ear. “I am not a little boy.”Fine. If that’s what he wants, that’s what he’ll get.I grab his cock as hard as I possibly can, expecting him to leap back or snarl in pain. But he does neither. Instead, he closes his teeth around the skin of my neck and bites down. Then I cry out in pain.“Gunsyn!”“Grab it harder!” he commands as he reaches down and pulls his briefs down. His cock springs out with tremendous force, slapping my wrist almost as hard as he slapped my face. Some kind of warm wetness hits my forearm. Pre-cum?I do as I’m told and grab the shaft, holding it like a foreign object. Having absolutely no idea what I’m doing, I try to stroke it but must be doing a terrible job, because Gunsyn sighs and glares at me.“A dry

“Stop it, Irene. Just stop. He doesn’t like you.” That would be insane. But what’s even more insane, is the fact that it upsets me that I know he doesn’t.Thankfully, I find an attached bathroom the size of my entire apartment. Instantly, I strip down and climb into the shower. I use at least half the bottle of body wash cleaning myself, then crouch down beneath the falling water. I know I’m technically clean, but I still feel filthy. Like I’ll never be able to fully get Gunsyn off of me.Or out of me.I use my fingers to try and draw out whatever might be left of his cum inside me. Christ, I’m not even on birth control. It’s just a myth that you can’t get pregnant on your first time, right? Is there like some kind of time period where if you wash the cum out of you you are okay?I fucking doubt it.God, imagine that – having Gunsyn Kuznetsov’s baby.No. He’ll kill me before that happens. He doesn’t want me to be the mother of his child.I wonder what Breanna is doing right now. She’s

I get up and go over to the clothes laid out on a long, low table. There are fancy dresses, designer jeans, and an assortment of tops, many pairs of heels, and to one side, several lingerie sets.“Yeah, like I’ll be wearing one of those,” I laugh.“You will.”Gunsyn’s voice behind me causes me to jump. I spin around to see him standing at the door, his arms casually crossed behind him, eyeing me like he’s a hungry man and I’m what’s for dinner. Not only is he strong and quick, he’s also apparently silent.“You think you can buy my affection now?” I ask him. “Like some kind of non-consensual sugar daddy?”Gunsyn chuckles. “These are not yours to keep, little one. They are for you to wear tomorrow at dinner.”“You’re taking me to dinner? What happened to—?”I mime a stabbing motion in the air and then draw an index finger across my own neck.“Later.” he shrugs. “Perhaps. But first you will accompany me. Serve me. Be a good woman.”“A good woman? Oh, because you’re the kind of man who wa

“Stockholm syndrome,” I say to myself as I examine one of the dresses. “That’s all it is. Perfectly natural. Just like coming on a strange, evil man’s cock. Don’t be too hard on yourself, Irene.”Uh huh. Sure.The dress is well-made, soft and flowy, and would probably look incredible on someone not me. But I try it on anyway. In fact, I try on everything while I’m alone for the rest of the afternoon, and by the time I’m finished, I’m pretty sure I can’t wear any of it. I’m not good at making decisions anyway, but when it comes to something like this, I’m hopeless.“The red one,” Gunsyn says, startling me again as he comes in behind me. “It will go well with your hair.”“My hair that you don’t like?”“When did I say I don’t like it?” He smiles. He approaches me, and I hate myself for being relieved that he’s here. At least I’m not completely alone now, and I’m pretty sure, judging by the look in his eyes, that he’s not about to repeat what he did to me yesterday. He leans down and pick