“You will do exactly what I tell you to do, or I will take my belt to your bare ass right here, in front of these men,” he told her firmly.
Boris walked towards them and grinned. He waved the semi-automatic at them.
“Let’s do it. I trust you have a test?”
“Yes.” Alexander looked directly at Scarlett. “I got it today.”
He’d planned to make her take the test later today, to spring it upon her. She had been in denial for several days, a little afraid in case she let him down and tonight he was going to make her discover the truth of what he already knew. He would make her realize she was safe having a family with him. There was no way he would ever let her father take her child from her.
“Let’s get on with it, then.”
“No. I don’t want to do this,” Scarlett was emphatic.
Alexander leaned in closer.
“Trust me,” he whispered quickly before saying, “You don’t have a choice. Do you want my belt on your ass first, honey?”
She said nothing more but neither did she move when he took hold of her arm again. Giving a sigh of impatience, he dipped his body and slipped his arm underneath her legs to lift her struggling body up into his arms to carry her to the bathroom. The men followed close behind. When he set her down next to the toilet she became silent and thankfully obedient. Clearly her mind was now registering what he was doing.
“This should be easy, Scarlett. You were on the way to pee before they barged their way in here,” he whispered. “Do everything I ask of you and we will get out of this alive,” he instructed as though briefing one of his soldiers on an operation from the past.
“What if I am not? I mean what if I am not pregnant?”
“I am right about this, Scarlett. But if you weren’t, know this. I will kill him before I let him touch you. Do you understand?”
Scarlett nodded with wide eyes watching Boris approach again.
“What the hell is taking so long? Where is the test, Deucalion?”
Alexander nodded and moved to the side to open a large bathroom cabinet. He took out the test and opened it.
“Scarlett, pull down your panties and sit on the toilet.” He tried to make the command coaxing rather than authoritative. But it had no effect. Scarlett stood numb staring at him and the other men in the room. This wasn’t how he’d pictured her finding out she was going to have a baby. They were going to take the test together he’d decided. Now they had a damn audience and she was too embarrassed to even move. He had to take full control of Scarlett and the situation, which would mean making her pee.
“No. I want her completely naked with her hands tied so I can make sure I see everything that is going on. I don’t want there to be any chance of messing with the test to give a false reading,” the Russian demanded.
“I can’t influence it…”
“Enough, just strip her and do as I say.”
“If you put down your damn guns and stop frightening her…”
Scarlett tried to move for the door in a panic but Alexander was quick to bring her back, thankful that the men were putting their guns down. He hoped the police would hurry up.
“I will keep you safe. Damn well trust me,” he repeated. “You’ve had an audience before, little one.”
“Not like this. I don’t think I can even wee with them watching me,” there was irritation in her voice rather than fear. It gave him some contentment. She would be easier to subdue and handle in this mood.
He tucked his fingers underneath her chin and raised her face up to him making her strain.
“I will make you.”
She gave a small struggle but when he took hold of the front of her blouse and ripped it open with his bare hands and tore it from her body she closed her mouth. By the breathless gasp of surprise she gave him, he noticed with relief that she appreciated the robust handling. The men murmured with approval and Boris chuckled.
“You know exactly how to handle a woman,” he remarked with admiration.
Alexander grinned.
“You just have to let them know who is boss and they learn to do as they are told quickly.”
He wound his hands around her back and quickly undid her bra pulling the straps down her arms to twist them expertly around her wrists with the cups to secure her hands.
“Impressive,” Ross said to Scarlett. “I should have done that with you. You obviously like being tied up, whipped and fucked.”
Alexander felt his body tighten thinking of how sex would be for Scarlett with Ross and his fists tightened now. He wanted to punch the crap out of him.
Alexander pulled the cream summer skirt down her legs allowing it to pool around her heels before snapping each side of her flimsy lace panties and tossing them across the floor.
Boris went closer and trailed his fingers down her arm, captivated by her shaven pussy and breasts hanging free and unhampered by a bra for all to see.
“Very nice,” he said. “I really hope I get to fuck her.”
Alexander snapped out his hand and wound it around Boris’ wrist twisting it, spinning the man around so he could wind his arm behind his back.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” he warned.
“You are breaking my arm.”
“Next time you touch her, I will break your neck,” he warned.
“Let him go or I will break hers.”
It was Ross. His hand was around Scarlett’s throat. He stared for a moment hating that Ross was even near her. Reluctantly, Alexander immediately let go of Boris and pushed him away. He took hold of Scarlett’s arm and pulled her
