Dominate me by Julia Romush (most read books txt) 📖

"I'll call back", he said, closing the laptop with a blow.

The fact that he did not like something, I realized almost immediately. From how the man closed the laptop. From this loud sound, I jumped on the spot and bit my lip.
It was unwise to count on Artem ending the conversation in order to bask in the pool with me. After all, he, in theory, did not even know that I was standing behind him all this time. Suddenly just approached? Unreasonable, of course, but no one forbade me to hope for a good outcome of the situation?

When, obviously, the situation did not contribute to this. When man got up from the sofa, I finally realized that I needed to run. Escape. And do it very carefully and unnoticed, so as not to anger him even more. Well, at least try to jump into the pool and pretend that I did not realize that I did something stupid again.

That's what I did. Coming out of my stupor and turning around, I was already imperceptibly accelerating towards the pool when I heard his voice.

"Stand", he growled, making my whole body tremble.

 Now I will be covered with mud from head to toe. I was sure that he would not miss any chance to humiliate me, to poke his nose into the fact that I am nobody here, and call me "nothing".

Taking a deep breath and straightening my shoulders, I slowly turned to Artem. In his eyes, as always, there was cold and indifference. And only on the pulsating vein on the temple, I realized that the man was angry.

Apparently, there was nothing to lose to me, so I spread my lips in a smile and said:

"Did you want something?"

He was approaching so fast that I automatically took a couple of steps back.

To be honest, I had no idea what this man could do to me in a fit of anger or rage. Maybe he can hit at all. Who knows what his hobbies are there?

"What the hell are you doing ?! You ruined my meeting!". Artem reduced the distance between us by a couple of steps and snarled these words in my face. This man clearly does not know how to communicate normally. Don't growl. Do not shout or threaten, but just talk.

"How did I know you had a meeting? You didn't tell me anything. Did not forbid to move around the house. You told me to find a job, and I found it for myself."

Something had changed in his eyes. Something bright and dangerous lit up in it. Something that made me realize with horror that Artem was now in a rage. And, apparently, the reason for this rage was me.

"Twist your ass in front of men? Good job!". He growled through clenched teeth. His fingers clenched on my wrist and jerked sharply towards me.

"What men?! I had no idea that you had someone there ... And in general, I thought that we came to rest and could not even think that you would work. I ..."

"So you're talking about rest?". Artem interrupted me, and I immediately fell silent. I did not like his tone. He did not promise me anything good.

In a panic, I tried to pull my hand out of his grasp. Retreat. But I did not succeed.

"It hurts". I screamed as his fingers tightened on my hand.

"It's for now ...", his eyebrows shot up, and I looked at him in surprise, "because we're going to rest now ... Everything is as you wanted ..."

I did not like his tone at all. And he had no idea how I wanted to rest. And judging by the pitiful pain in his hand, this promised rest could be only one - "hell".

"Let's go", Klimov pulled after me, as I barely had time to move my legs. In addition to the fact that the man was walking quite fast, so he held my hand so that one wrong move and I will have some fracture with displacement.

"Where?". I didn't even try to escape, it is clear that in such situation it will be useless.

"If I can't work, I need to find a job", although I understood that I was facing a certain punishment, I didn't know what exactly ...

"You can read a book, or we can watch a movie together", I tried to come up with different options where I would not face retribution.

"That's not why I took you here to get books to read with you", Artem growled, and pulled me even harder. So I cried out in pain in my arm.

Apparently, Klimov did not like it very much. Or he was not satisfied with how I walked slowly, because the man, stopping abruptly, turned to me with his whole body. I didn't even have time to squeak when he picked me up and, stepping over the steps, went to the second floor. Where "our" bedroom was located. The "same" bedroom ...