Sergei’s smile slid into a snarl, his lips curling back from his gold tooth in sincere disdain. She had lied to him, there had to be consequences for this. Despite his threat, Yelena didn’t fear reprisal, this made Sergei’s blood boil. When Madeline instructed Sergei to hold her down, he was all to happy to comply.<br/><br/>With his expensive, alligator shoe, Sergei kicked Yelena’s inner calves hard, one then the other. He spread her legs open and pushed the barrel of his gun in among her hair where the bruises wouldn’t show. He used the gun to push her face down to the desk, leaning on her with the pistol. If she had been a man, he would have bashed her face against the desk, but for now, the painful pressure of the gun barrel would have to be consequence enough.<br/><br/>“You lie, Yelena. I warned you not to lie to me.” Sergei hissed, lips flicking lightly over the outer shell of Yelena’s ear. “Now you will bear the consequences when I find whoever you were talking to. That person’s blood will be on your hands.”<br/><br/>As he whispered into her ear, Sergei slid his hand over the spandex material clinging to her body. His hand moved down the small of her back to glide over the toned cheeks of her ass. He delivered a solid, loud spank to one cheek before sinking his fingers into the flesh and squeezing.<br/><br/>“I’m going to find whoever it is you are covering for, and when I do, I’m going to shove this gun down their throat and pull the trigger. You will only have yourself to blame then.”