Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) Read Online Free Page B

would be cleared up
and they would still make the flight to London.
    Wrong! It was Yuri Karinov, the chief of police, and the girls
were in deep, deep shit!
    Still blissfully ignorant of Yuri’s reputation, Vicky saw this
as a silver lining to her detention as it would give her the chance
to engage with this man who had stolen his way into her
imagination. She beamed him a smile that was laced with flirtation
and honeyed her voice to sweetly ask, “Excuse me, sir. Do you speak
English?”
    Yuri made no reply and his staff remained deferentially
silent.
    Cursing her luck that she didn’t speak the language, Vicky
encouraged her sister to do so instead. “Talk to him, Natalie – ask
if he remembers us,” Vicky urged, a tinge of colour touching her
cheeks as memories of her own came flashing back – evenings in the
shower and the shockingly depraved fantasies this man had inspired
in her.
    Not so easily won over by a hunk in a uniform, Natalie was
trembling with fear. But she still managed to form a few sentences
in Mordavian and asked if the gentleman recalled them from The
Golden Sands hotel where he had dined at an adjacent
table.
    Now that came as a surprise to the chief of police. Yuri was
impressed and seriously annoyed. No one had mentioned that the
younger girl spoke Mordavian – Sergio would get a clip round the
ear for the omission which could have resulted in the plan
backfiring if she’d overheard something of importance. But he
betrayed not a jot, and made no reply to this either. He simply
looked at Natalie as he re-assessed the situation then turned away
to have a few words with his subordinates, using a dialect that she
would never understand.
    Vicky watched all this feeling worried again, but still
hideously aroused by the situation. It was a bizarre reaction –
incongruous with their plight, but nevertheless she felt decidedly
turned on. She reckoned it was the recent abstinence that was
causing the effect – that and all the testosterone that was
floating in the air as these men were oozing it by the
gallon!
    “What are they saying, Natalie?” Vicky asked in a whisper,
impatient to know what was going on.
    Natalie had no idea, but she had no chance to answer. “Be
silent!” yelled Dimitri. “Do not speak again until you are spoken
to.”
    Vicky bristled. She might be feeling unnaturally randy, and
the young officer could lay claim to being the handsomest bloke
she’d ever seen, but she wasn’t accustomed to being ordered about.
“This is ridiculous, we’ve done nothing wrong,” she exclaimed,
righteous indignity blazing on her face.
    Yuri Karinov spun round with the speed of a pouncing panther
and slapped Vicky hard across the cheek. The blow sent her reeling
backwards and she crashed into the table, just managing to catch
herself by griping on the edge. She made to bring her hand up to
her burning cheek, but Yuri grabbed her by the wrist and pinned her
down. He stood towering over her like the shadow of death – scary
as shit, and for Vicky Fullerton, sexy as all hell!
    “You were told not to speak.”
    Yuri’s words came quietly and slowly, chilling the room with
every drawn out syllable, and freezing Vicky with the accompanying
stare from his petrifying black, black eyes. “Do not give me cause
to reprimand you again. I will not be so lenient the next
time.”
    Then he moved away, returning to his men. Vicky was too
terrified to even draw breath. She remained semi-collapsed over the
table, tears welling in her sapphire eyes, threatening to wet her
lovely flushed cheeks, whilst more moisture was oozing between her
legs, threatening to drench her gusset.
    Odd! But be assured it was true. Vicky Fullerton, who’d never
known violence from a man before, had just been smacked in the face
and sent reeling, and whilst she was mightily vexed and seriously
pissed off, she was also shamefully aroused by this dominant
display. Some unkind souls would say that made her a slut – a bitch
in heat