When Gunsyn finally lets me out from underneath the table, Victor and Michail are gone. He must have been anticipating my glare, as he’s already smiling at me.
“You sure you have never done that before, little one?” he asks.
“What? Been made to spend dinner under the table during a mafia meeting?”
Gunsyn’s hand lashes out with blinding speed. He seizes me by the throat and pulls me to him, my lips so close we’re practically kissing. “You know what I mean,” he growls. “You said you were a virgin. But you have done that before.”
I swell with a sense of indignation and pride and slowly shake my head, daring him to hurt me. I want him to. “Never. I’m just that good.”
His eyes flare, and he stares at me, debating whether or not to believe me. His fingers around my neck feel like a collar,
