Mabel Shot Part 4

Czar moves suddenly, quickly and dangerously, as his hands grip my shoulder, trapping me between him and the kitchen cabinet. “For the next twenty days, you will do everything I say. All your time after work and your free hours belong only to me now. You will have no control over the decisions I make and will obey me without question. If you disobey me, I will punish you as I see fit,” he growls angrily, his breath hitting my skin as he stares at me, reciting the same words he said when he proposed the game. “Do you remember my words, little bird? Do you remember what your answer was?”
“I didn’t say I would have to live with you...” I murmur, closing my eyes and turning my face away. “I can’t do this...”
“Open your eyes, Mabel!” He releases my shoulder and holds my chin, forcing me to look at him, making him appear even taller and more dominant, capturing me in his gaze. “What can’t you do?”
I feel anguish. I had spent so much time locked inside that house with Alekessandra that the last thing I could see myself doing was living with someone else under the same roof again. I look at him in pain, not knowing how to explain what I’m feeling. His brown eyes study me in silence for a long time, breathing deeply and softening his expression.
“I don’t want to feel trapped again,” I whisper to him, letting him see the fear and pain reflected in my eyes as I imagine going through all that torment again. “I’m not a little bird, sir, for you to keep in a cage...”
“I didn’t bring you to my house to be my prisoner, little bird.” His touch on my chin becomes gentle, and he looks at me intensely, using the low, husky tone of his voice that disarms me.
But it’s the heat of his lips as he leans down and captures mine that breaks me completely. His kiss brings the flavor of coffee with mint. A dominant kiss that quiets my demons from the past, calming them. My fingers rise and grip his hip, crushing his shirt to support myself in this hurricane of a man who breaks me so easily, only to remold me as he desires.
“You sought me out because you trusted me, didn’t you?” Czar holds my face with his hands and pulls his mouth away from mine.
My eyelids slowly open, still tasting his kiss, clouding my thoughts. “Didn’t you?” He caresses my face, having me before him like a puppet just manipulated by his dangerous kiss.
“Yes...” I reply softly, running the tip of my tongue over my lips, feeling them swollen from his kiss.
“Great, the matter is closed!” He gives me checkmate, finalizing his move by kissing me again with more urgency.
I moan softly, responding to his kiss with pleasure, even knowing he’s using my weakness. His hand slides to my waist and spreads to my backside, bringing my hip forward and colliding it with his. I sigh with more euphoria, letting my tongue touch his. My fingers splay on his chest, stopping my other hand at the back of his neck, kissing him with pure desire.
“If you want, I can stay outside the rest of the morning!” Sieta’s voice comes in a teasing tone, breaking our kiss.
Gregovivk has his clear light brown eyes when mine slowly open and meet his, and I feel his breath brush against the tip of my nose. “Your things are already in your room. Finish your breakfast; I have some calls to make in the office now.”
He steps back from me, pointing to the chair where I was sitting. I close my eyes and shake my head to the side, trying to clear this fog of lust he creates with his kisses.
“I can’t just leave my apartment closed for weeks,” I say loudly, hearing his footsteps moving away from the kitchen. “I need to let them know...”
“The lady who rented the apartment to you already knows you’ll be away for a while,” Sieta answers, laughing, making me see her face peeking at me as I open my eyes. “I told her you had to go on a work trip.”
“Exactly when was it decided to change the course of my life between last night and this morning?” I ask her, trying to regain composure after the destruction of Czar’s kiss.
“I think it was around five in the morning!” Sieta smiles and winks at me. “Greg is like that, impulsive; everything is all or nothing with him.” She stretches her neck and looks outside the kitchen before returning her gaze to me. “You and the big bear are getting serious, huh?!”
“We’re not in that kind of relationship, Sieta.” I push away from the cabinet and scratch my neck, shaking my head. “Mr. Czar and I are just playing...”
“Sure...” She smiles at me slyly. “I’ve played this game you two are ‘playing.’” Her fingers rise, making air quotes. “The difference is that he and I weren’t compatible.” Sieta chuckles and lowers her hands. “I hope you’re not mad at me for going to get your things...”
She quickly changes the subject, averting her eyes from mine.

“Did you go to my apartment in the middle of the night to get my things?” I look at Sieta, unable to believe she agreed to be part of this madness.
“Actually, I went at six in the morning. I grabbed a suitcase of clothes and your beauty products.” She shrugs and turns her back to me, grabbing a donut from the table. “Just a little bit. After that, I stopped by the bakery, brought breakfast, and took your things to your room.”
“But I didn’t see you come in!” Christ, I must have really been knocked out in bed! “I was probably snoring, for sure...”
“That wasn’t quite the sound you were making,” she laughs, speaking with her mouth full. “It was more like moans...”
“Oh my God, you were here when I came in...” I feel mortified knowing she was here when Gregovivk took me to the dungeon.
“Come on, I’ll show you your room! Greg asked to have your things left in the room next to his.” I barely have time to raise my hands when Sieta tosses a donut in my direction.
I follow her, hurrying behind her as she whistles, exiting the kitchen. My eyes land on the closed door of the library, letting me know he’s in there.
“What time have you been here since?” I ask Sieta, recalling the cups and the bottle of liquor. Maybe it was Sieta who was drinking with him.
“Greg texted me at five in the morning, asking me to grab your clothes and bring them to the room next to his. At six, I went to your apartment and stopped by the bakery. I think I arrived here around seven twenty. When I got here, they were already locked in his special room...” She turns as she reaches the bottom step and looks at me curiously. “So, what’s his room like? He’s never let me see it...”
“It’s quite different, I think. It looks like a dungeon...” I respond, pondering her question as I bite the corner of my mouth. “So, you mean you two didn’t see each other...”
“Seriously? That’s it...” She shakes her head, showing boredom on her face at my quick description of Gregogovik’s game room. “Well, no, I didn’t see that bratty face of my cousin until he came down to the kitchen...”