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last night, and here I am almost forgetting again.” He clicked his tongue at his own forgetfulness. “Take them off. Now.”
    She shook her head, pressing her back more firmly into the side of the mattress as she stared at him with eyes that were bordering on pleading.
    He forced himself not to look at them again, not wanting to read her desperation and respond to it. Alexei crossed his arms and glared down at her. “Either you take them off or I will. If I do, there’s no telling what I’ll also do to that delectable little body of yours, so I leave the choice with you, lisichka .”
    He knew it had to be so much worse for her to make her take the clothes off herself and surrender them, but he hoped she would learn something from the experience. If she would just surrender and give in, he would treat her well and bestow favors upon her. She would be his favorite, and in fact, she was currently his only companion.
    He didn’t have a lover or a mistress and hadn’t for a few months. There hadn’t been time with the escalation of his father’s illness and the new duties he had taken on. But for her, he would make the time. She just had to meet him halfway.
    Her hands trembled, and she closed her eyes as she slipped off her shirt. She tossed it in his general direction without even opening her eyes, and he caught it. Since she wasn’t looking at him, he was able to grin slightly, unable to help feeling a dart of appreciation for her continued strength. True, she was doing as he had proclaimed, but she was still doing it on her terms.
    He admired her. It was a strange reaction, because he generally spent so little time with the women who graced his bed that he had no time to learn anything about them, let alone form anything like admiration for them. For the first time, Alexei realized his little fox could be dangerous to him. Not just because she’d seen him murder someone, but because she might get to him in a way no one else had.
    He shoved aside that silly thought and focused on the visual feast from her slowly revealing her body to him. She hadn’t moved from where she crouched on the floor, so she had to awkwardly angle her hips up to slide out of her panties and slacks. They came off in one motion, still stuck together, and she tossed them in his direction. With her eyes still closed, she also stripped off her socks and threw those as well. He let them land wherever, not caring if she had a pair of socks.
    Once her eyes opened, he was there to meet them with his intent gaze. He made sure she was watching as he peeled her panties from the slacks she’d worn, bringing the damp crotch to his nose to inhale. Her spicy scent hit him, making his recently satisfied cock throb again. The crotch was wet, and it was obvious his little fox had been aroused during the blowjob, even though she had likely fought the reaction as much as she had fought him.
    Feeling confident in the face of her silent confession, he gave her a wolfish grin and winked at her. “Next time, perhaps you will get pleasure too. If you can be a good lisichka , that is.”
    She glared at him, her expression defiant to the end. With her sitting on the floor, her arms folded around herself to shield as much of her nudity as possible, she looked so vulnerable. It was achingly appealing, and he had to actively resist the urge to drop to the floor and part her thighs, so he could smell her pussy for himself. Secondhand through her panties was not nearly good enough. He wanted to inhale her before he thrust his tongue between her damp folds and licked her until she was screaming his name with pleasure.
    Still, he couldn’t let her have that yet. She had to earn her pleasure.
    “Eat your food, and you’ll get a reward.” He walked to the door, opening it before she finally deigned to respond.
    “I don’t want anything from you except your slow and painful death.”
    In a good mood, he just chuckled and stepped through the doorway, ignoring her words,