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I lightly grip her chin as the cab pulls up behind me.

“I’m taking you somewhere safe. I won’t hurt you, I swear.” I see hesitation in her eyes, and for a split second I think I see her something calculating there, too. I sense her movement before I see it. She strikes out, landing a low blow on the lower-right side of my stomach. It’s enough to have me taking a step back, where she has enough room to spin and elbow me across my lip.

I taste blood in my mouth as she jumps in the cab and speeds off.

“What the fuck was that?”

I grab the next cab and make sure I’ve got the number on the back of hers. Getting in, I throw some bills at the driver. “Follow that one.” I point. “Number one-thirty-three.”

I hold my jaw, feeling a twinge of pain. Damn if she didn’t hit like a professional.

She must think I didn’t follow her because her cab pulls over not too far down the road, and she jumps out and makes her way down the Strip.

I open the cab door, even though it’s still moving, as I don’t want to miss her. The cab driver yells something at me as he stops, and I get out and run. I’m thankful she’s in those ridiculous heels because they’re slowing her down.

Silently moving behind her, I grab her arm and take a step back just as she’s coming around with her fist. I grab it with my other hand, just inches from hitting my face. She starts to swing her leg, but she obviously hasn’t trained to do it in heels, and she starts to fall over.

“Blin!” She utters the Russian word again, and I’m assuming it’s some kind of curse.

Catching her body before she hits the ground, I scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder. She starts to kick and punch my back, but at this angle she can’t get much leverage.

“You’re a feisty little kitten, aren’t you? Where’d you learn to throw a punch like that?”

“None of your business. Now put me down.” She’s got a slight accent that goes straight to my dick, and all I can think about is how it’s going to sound when she moans my name.

“No can do, kitty cat. You and I have some business to discuss. And as luck has it, my hotel is just around the block. Feels like a nice night for an evening stroll, don’t you think?”

I start walking in the direction of my hotel, making sure to keep a hand on her ass to keep any drunk assholes from getting a good look at my woman. I should probably make her stop and change, but I don’t want to take the chance of her getting away.

“I’ll give you your stuff back. Just let me go.”

“That’s not what I’m after, Nika.”

She tenses when she hears me say her name but then quickly goes limp. I’m guessing she knows why I’m here. But I know damn well she has no idea I don’t plan on giving her back.

Chapter 3

Samuel

When I walk through the lobby of the Blue Diamond, no one bats an eye. Thank God this is Vegas and shit like this seems to happen all the time.

I took her shoes off as we walked, and I wave them at the desk clerk as we pass. It gives the impression my drunk wife has sore feet from the ridiculously high heels. Wife. Hmm, I like the sound of that.

Getting to my room, I don’t stop and listen outside of Mary and Anthony's door. I live with them, and that’s enough to deal with. Thankfully, we got separate rooms, and mine is just across the hall from theirs. I put in the key card and walk through, turning to lock and bolt the door behind us.

I walk over to the bed and toss Nika on it, watching her bounce a little. Immediately, she’s on her feet, having gained some leverage without the heels on. She’s soon in a fighting stance on top of the bed.

Holding my hands up in a defensive gesture, I try to reason with her. “Listen, Nika. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk.”

“You can talk while I kick your ass, pretty boy.” She opens her hands and curls them into fists again, inviting me to tussle. It’s laughable really, but if this is the way she wants it…

“All right, kitten. Let’s play.” I take off my leather jacket slowly, careful to remove the gun with it at the same time so she doesn’t see it. No need to make her any more scared than she already is, and I really don’t want her going for it.

I lean down, still keeping my eyes on her as I remove my boots and the knife strapped to my ankle. Once those are off, I reach behind my head and pull my shirt up and off. I see her eyes trail over my big body. I’ve full tattoo sleeves on both arms, and I work out. A lot. I can see her eyes open a little in shock, and then I see her lick her lips. My cock is hard just thinking about getting to touch her again, and I’m sure she’s not missing that either.

When I hold my hands up and get in a fighting stance she shakes her head and does the same. I have no intentions of fighting her, but if this is what she wants, then I’ll play along. She’s still standing on the bed, and I’m waiting for her to make a move. I start to bait her and tell her to hurry up, but before I can blink, her little foot comes out and is across my face. I take a step back in shock.

“What the—”

Before I can finish the sentence, she’s in front of me, flipping me over her shoulder onto the bed. I don’t know how it’s physically possible, but I’m lying on the bed with her on top of me, and she’s got one of my arms bent back, putting enough pressure on it to immobilize me. I recover after a split second, and I realize I can take her in this position. But why bother?

I lie there, stunned, and more turned on then I have ever been in my life.

“Now you listen to me—”

“Samuel,” I say, cutting her off. I give her a big smile, and she looks down at me. She’s clearly annoyed and bends my thumb back more.

I let out a grunt at the pain, but I don’t make a move to defend myself.

“Listen, Samuel. I want to know who sent you and why you’re after me.”

Feeling the heat between her legs pressed up against my hard cock is about all I can stand, and I need to take over. Breaking her hold, I grab her wrists and flip us over, so now she’s under me and I’m between her legs.

“Why don’t you tell me what this is between us and I’ll tell you why I’m here?” I see a flash of something in her eyes, and I know she gets my meaning.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Get off me. Let me go.”

I press against her core with my hard cock, and she moans. “Tell me you don’t feel it, Nika.”

“I feel your giant dick pressing against me, and I feel like you’re being a pain in my ass. Other than that, I’m a little hungry.”

“All I heard was you like my cock. Let’s talk more about that.”

She rolls her eyes, and I can’t help but laugh. I lean down and kiss her neck where her dress has left her exposed, and I murmur against her skin. “You didn’t fake that kiss in the casino, Nika. I know you felt that, too.”

She moans a little as I keep kissing her there, her legs relaxing and opening further. I feel the pulse in her neck pick up, and I lick her there, feeling the beat under my tongue.

“Bol’she,” she whispers, and I don’t know that means, but I do it again.

I press my hips harder against her heat, grinding the seam of my jeans against her panty-covered pussy. A deep rumble starts in my chest, and I feel like an animal needing his mate. I let go of her wrists and run my hands roughly down her sides to her hips, holding her there tightly as I bear down harder against her core.

I sit up a little, wanting to look into her eyes, and as soon as I do, her hand comes out to slap me in the face. I look into her eyes, and the intensity is still there. She’s got it in there just as much as I do. The stinging sensation does nothing to quell my desire, and I bend down, taking her lips fiercely. She bites my lip and grabs my hair in both hands, fisting the locks angrily. The kiss is heated and raw, and though it started enraged, it’s turned passionate.

Instead of pushing me away, she’s pulling me to her and wrapping her legs around my waist. She’s giving in to the

feeling, and as much as I hate what I’m about to do, I have to do it.

At the sound of the handcuffs clicking closed, she breaks the kiss and looks at me with wide eyes.

“Sorry, kitten. But I’ve got a wedding to get to, and we are far from finished.”

“Podonok!” she yells, and then tries to kick me.

“I’m sure that’s a term of endearment, my love. And don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”

I pull back from her heat and drag her to the top of the bed, using another pair of handcuffs to bolt her to the headboard. She’s spitting nasty Russian words at me, and I just shake my head and smile.

“I’ll be back in less than an hour.” I lean down and try to kiss her lips, but she lunges forward to try to bite me. “Okay then. We’ll save the kiss for when I get back.”

Reaching over, I put a gag in her mouth just in case she feels like yelling out for help while I’m gone. I turn on the TV and lay some snacks and water on the table next to her.

“If you’re good we can have that when I get back.”

She curses me more through the gag, but I wink at her as I get dressed. I grab my jacket, slide it on, and turn back to wink at her again before heading out the door.

This wedding better be quick.

Chapter 4

Nika

It took me two minutes to escape the cuffs, and I’m oddly disappointed at how easy it was. A part of me wanted to stay. There’s something about Samuel and the way he looks at me, talks to me, and touches me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The loneliness I’ve felt for so long slipped away in those moments. But the further and further I move away from the casino, the heavier the loneliness seems to settle inside me.

The only thing pushing me is fear. He knew my name but wasn’t trying to hurt me. He said he’d keep me safe, but I have to be certain of who he is. No matter how much I don’t want to make this call, I do. He’s either working for my father or he’s my father’s enemy and plans to use this against him. I cringe at the thought but shake it off, thinking I’m being paranoid like my father.

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