The dining room was a theater of opulence and cruelty. The chandelier above cast a sharp, diamond-like glow over the long mahogany table, where Vikram and Sonia sat at opposite ends. Maya stood in the shadows, her hands clad in white silk gloves that hid the raw, chemical burns from her morning's work."The wine, Maya," Vikram commanded without looking at her.Maya stepped forward, her heart thumping against her ribs. She lifted the heavy crystal decanter. Her arms felt like lead. As she leaned over to pour for Sonia, the blonde woman shifted her arm purposefully.A single drop of the dark red liquid splashed onto Sonia's cream-colored silk sleeve."Oh! You clumsy, stupid girl!" Sonia shrieked, jumping up as if she'd been burned. "Vikram, look at this! This dress is a custom piece! It's ruined!"Maya froze, the decanter trembling in her hand. "I'm sorry, it was an accident—""Accidents are for people who can afford them," Vikram's voice was a low, dangerous vibration. He didn't look at Sonia; his eyes were pinned on Maya, watching the way her throat moved as she swallowed her fear."I... I'll clean it, ma'am," Maya whispered."Clean it? With what? Your tears?" Sonia sneered. She turned to Vikram, her face twisting into a pout. "Darling, you have to punish her. This is unacceptable. If your staff can't even pour wine, what use are they?"Vikram stood up slowly. The air in the room seemed to thicken. He walked around the table, stopping behind Maya. He didn't touch her, but his heat radiated through the thin fabric of her uniform."Sonia is right," Vikram murmured, his voice leaning into Maya's ear. "Waste is the one thing I do not tolerate. Pour the rest of the wine, Maya. And do not spill another drop, or I will make you lick the floor clean in front of her."Maya's eyes burned with humiliation. She finished pouring, her hands shaking so violently she had to use both to steady the decanter. When she was done, Vikram leaned in even closer."Go to my room," he whispered, so low that only she could hear. "Now. Wait for me by the balcony."Vikram's master suite was a cavern of dark velvet and cold glass. Maya stood by the open balcony doors, the night air chilling the sweat on her skin. She felt like a sacrificial lamb waiting for the priest.When the heavy doors finally clicked shut, she didn't turn around. She heard his footsteps—heavy, deliberate, and confident. He didn't stop until he was standing directly behind her, his presence an invisible weight."Turn around, Maya," he commanded.She obeyed, her back hitting the balcony railing. Vikram had discarded his tie and unbuttoned his vest. He looked unraveled, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome in the moonlight."You embarrassed me tonight," he said, stepping into her space. He placed his hands on the railing on either side of her, trapping her between the cold metal and his hard body."She moved her arm on purpose!" Maya snapped, her defiance finally breaking through the terror. "She wanted me to spill it. She wants to see me break, just like you do!"Vikram's jaw tightened. "It doesn't matter why it happened. In this world, Maya, results are all that matter. You failed. And when you fail, the price of Toby's treatment goes up.""You monster," she breathed, her voice cracking. "How can you use a child's life like this? What did he ever do to you? What did I ever do to you?""Your father took something from my family that couldn't be replaced with money," Vikram growled, his hand suddenly reaching out to grip her chin, forcing her to look into the amber fire of his eyes. "He took my grandfather's pride. He turned a Vow into a joke. And I am here to make sure the punchline is your absolute ruin."He leaned down, his face inches from hers. Maya could smell the scotch on his breath, mixed with that intoxicating sandalwood."But you're right about one thing," he whispered, his thumb dragging across her lower lip, pulling it down to reveal the pink flesh beneath. "I do want to see you break. But not because of a wine stain."His gaze dropped to her mouth, and for a second, the hatred in the room shifted into something much more volatile—a raw, jagged sexual tension that made the air feel electric."I want you to admit that you want me," he rasped. "I want you to admit that every time I touch you, your heart beats for me, not for your brother. I want to own the parts of you that money can't buy.""Never," Maya whispered, though her breath was shallow and her body was betrayed by a sudden, deep ache.Vikram's eyes darkened. He moved his hand from her chin to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in the loose strands of her hair. He pulled her head back, exposing the long line of her throat."Never is a very long time, Maya," he murmured.He leaned down, and for a heartbeat, she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, he pressed his lips to the sensitive skin just below her ear, a slow, lingering graze that sent a violent shiver through her entire frame."Tonight, you will stay here," he whispered against her skin. "You won't be in the kitchen. You won't be in the laundry. You will sit in that chair by my bed and watch me sleep. You will be a reminder to me of exactly what I've conquered."He pulled back, his expression turning back to stone, though his breathing was slightly uneven."Sit," he commanded, pointing to a high-backed velvet chair. "And don't you dare close your eyes. I want you to feel every second of your debt tonight."Maya sank into the chair, her body trembling. She watched him move to the bed, watched him strip his shirt off to reveal a back corded with muscle and a dark, jagged scar that ran from his shoulder to his spine.She was a prisoner in a golden cage, and the man holding the key was the only person who made her feel alive and destroyed at the same time.
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