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Love doesn’t have to be part of the equation.
Hate, however, might be my new favorite flavor.
Chapter 4
Valentina
Humiliation keeps me silent as both Ezra and the other guy drag me through the halls. I’m pantsless—again—which is only made more mortifying by the fact that their boss just dry humped the shit out of me...and they all stood by to watch.
As I moaned. Beneath my enemy.
My face flames red as evidence of my desire drips down my thighs.
I’m a horny bitch. I can admit that.
But why did I have to be a horny bitch today?
Ezra grunts and pulls me to a stop by my bound wrists while the other guy opens a set of double doors. I expect to find my old bedroom, but the room inside is larger and more elegant than anything I’ve ever had. “Whose room is this?” I ask, eying everything skeptically. “Is this where Andrei keeps his whores?”
The man with the wicked gleam in his rich brown eyes smiles coldly, like this is all a game to him. “Is that what you want to be, malyshka? A whore?”
I bare my teeth at him, and he cackles gleefully.
“Do not antagonize her,” Ezra grunts. “She will be boss soon.”
The other man rolls his eyes. “As if she’ll ever tell us what to do.” He turns his attention back to me. “She might like to think she’s in control, but I’ll bet she becomes Andrei’s little puppet the minute she takes his cock in her mouth for the first time.”
Oh, how I long to punch that fucking smirk off his face. I’ve never punched anyone before, but I’m a quick study. Give me a chance to swing, and I’ll take a motherfucker down.
He must recognize my silent fury, because his grin slides back into place. “Oooh, she’s a feisty one. I like her.”
“You already said that.” Ezra starts patting me down, and I swivel around and lift my knee to his crotch. I miss, jabbing his thigh instead, and he exhales sharply, black eyes flashing in annoyance.
“Try that again, and I will leave you tied up for entire night.”
“As if you were ever going to let me go!”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Untying you and letting you go are two different things, hm? I could let you go and keep your wrists tied while you ran. Would make for more interesting chase.”
I shiver at the thought of being chased through the cold dark by my former bodyguard. I doubt he would be kind when he catches me.
I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off when my boobs start to vibrate. I bite my lip and pray that Ezra doesn’t notice, but either his ears are sharp or he’s just that fucking perceptive, because his eyes drift down to my breasts.
I’d completely forgotten that, in lieu of pants with pockets, I shoved my cell phone into the depths of my bra for safekeeping. A girl never knows when she’ll need to dial 911.
“Mikhail,” Ezra grunts, “hold her still.”
An arm immediately circles around my waist, the other one gripping my shoulder tightly. “With pleasure,” Mikhail purrs in my ear.
God. I must have done something horrible in a past life to deserve this kind of treatment in my own home. “Get your hands off me!” I jerk my shoulder, and his nails dig through my sweater and bite into my skin.
Everything about this situation is new. It’s nerve-wracking and infuriating and. . . kind of hot.
I’ve only ever been with gentlemen. They’re sweet and careful and gentle, as in the name. That’s what I should want, right? Someone who’s kind and wants what’s best for me.
These men take, and they have no problem claiming you for themselves.
I shouldn’t be so damned excited about that.
