The Last Dance by Kierney Scott Read Free Book Online

not know they had stooped to making women whore themselves for God and country.”
    Georgina took in a sharp breath. She forced her gaze to return to his. “Call me a whore, and I shall call you a murderer. So what. We are who we are. Now are you going to let me go or are you going to kill me? I’m not really bothered about which you pick. Just do it quickly.”
    The unscarred side of Roman’s face hitched in a smile. “You are not panicking or begging. Not a single tear.” He reached down and stroked her face as if to make sure. He had the callused hands of a laborer.
    “Do you want me to cry and beg? That gives me tremendous insight into your sex life. Is that what the handcuffs are about? You want me to beg?”
    Roman’s smile broadened. “I could make you beg.” His low voice sent ripples of pleasure through her body. No, she would never beg. Georgina had lost a lot, but she still had her pride.
    “I need to be at the theater by ten for rehearsal. If I am not there I am as good as dead. Katia will take my roll. So kill me or let me go.”
    Roman studied her intently. It was more than a little unnerving to have him so close and naked. She forced her gaze to never leave his scarred face, but her peripheral vision was filled by his hard body. Don’t look.
    “Your career means that much to you?”
    She replied without hesitation. “My career means everything to me. You don’t become prima ballerina by accident.”
    “Then why fuck it up with this?”
    Georgina looked away. She had fucked it up years ago. This was damage control. This was not what she had dreamed about as a little girl in Montana, her grandma taking her to ballet classes four days a week. This was not the dream Georgina had worked for.
    “Who sent you?” Roman demanded again.
    Georgina refused to look at him.
    “Was it your director? Is this the way you secure wealthy patrons? First with your pussy and then with blackmail?”
    Georgina didn’t respond.
    “Everyone knows beautiful women always fuck for a price. Is this how you worked your way out of the chorus, on your back?”
    Georgina snapped her head back to face Roman. “I am the principal dancer because I am the best. I work the hardest, and I want it the most. If you want to insult me, stick to calling me a whore.”
    “You would rather be called a whore than a mediocre dancer?” Roman’s deep voice was incredulous.
    “My abilities as a dancer have never been in question. Are you going to kill me or not?”
    “You are either new to this or stupid. I won’t tell you if I am going to kill you. At least until right before I do it, so I can enjoy the terror in your eyes. Of course as the murderer you say I am, I would want to relish that moment as long as possible, but if I tell you too soon, you will dissolve into tears and beg and plead for your life. All that screaming might lessen my enjoyment or perhaps heighten it. Who is to say? Perhaps we will find out.”
    “I will slit my own wrists before I beg you for anything.”
    Roman ignored her and carried on. “If I tell you I’m not going to kill you, you will become even more arrogant. And that is not attractive in a woman. And you are already working at a deficit in that department because you are so scrawny.” Roman made a show of looking over her body from head to toe and back again, his gaze settling on her modest breasts. His scowl deepened as he shook his head, clearly displeased with what he saw.
    Georgina ground her teeth until her jaw ached. He wanted her to retaliate, but she was not some needy girl. She didn’t need this scarred monster to validate her in any way. “So tell me you are going to kill me and just be done with it. My knee hurts. So either snap my neck, let me go, or drug me again so I don’t have to feel it anymore.”
    Roman sat down on the bed. His large hands went to her left knee. His touch was as gentle as it could be for a man his size, but she still winced. “You favor that leg when you