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“Why the fuck are you looking so damn happy?” Sergei appeared to want to tell him something, but he wasn’t in the mood for Sergei today and tried to pass him.
The hand on him caused a growl to build from deep within his chest, and Sergei took a step back, but continued . . . gloating. “Thought you’d want to know.” He smirked. “Daddy dearest has left India strung up for his viewing pleasure.”
The blood pounded so hard and fast through his skull that it wouldn’t surprise him if his head exploded. His fists tightened as he hissed the question, “Where. Is. My. Father?”
The grin faded from Sergei’s face and to his surprise, Dimitri stepped out of the pantry. “He’s on a business call in his office. Should be a while.”
Dimitri held his gaze and for once he saw nothing but compassion, which confused the hell outta him.
“Wouldn’t let us stay for the naked part,” Sergei added.
Seconds later his fist met Sergei’s face and the asshole dropped like a ton of bricks.
He glanced at Dimitri who shook his head. “You go and see to India. I’ve got this.”
“Why?”
The giant of a man frowned down at Sergei and ignored his question. “Just go and help her while you can,” he urged.
Mikhail dashed through the house and upstairs to India’s bedroom. He knew exactly what Sergei had been talking about and now his only wish was to get to her.
Although he knew what to expect, the sight was something to behold. Her head was thrown back with her blond hair flowing softly to her deliciously curvy bottom. The magnificent mounds of her breasts were thrust forward and it was then that he noticed her nipples hardened, and he looked up and met her gaze.
“You came,” she breathed softly. “I hoped you would.”
He swallowed back the lust that had his body so hard that he could pound nails, and moved forward.
“Stop!” she shouted, panicked so he paused mid-step. “I don’t want you to get me down. Not yet at least. I need, um, I need you to touch me. When I think about being strapped to this thing. I want it to be your touch that I remember. Only yours.”
He cursed and tried to catch his breath. “India—”
“Please Mikhail. I can see that you’re aroused. You want me.”
“But not like this,” he begged, moving closer.
“I don’t want you to love me like this . . . just touch me. Give me something else to remember.”
“What the fuck did he do to you?” He growled, closing his eyes when he realized he’d frightened her with his tone. “I’m sorry. I’m pissed that he did this to you, and at this whole fucking situation.” He dragged his hands through his hair.
“He only . . . only . . . oh God, I can’t.”
Pressing up close and personal, he cupped her face and placed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You can tell me anything. Never be afraid of that, okay?”
She inhaled and closed her eyes before her beautiful blue eyes met his. “He dropped to his knees in front of me and . . . and scented me. He smelled me like dog.”
“I want to kill him.” He dropped his forehead to hers and got the view of a lifetime. Her amazing breasts were pressed against his chest and the feel of them against his body caused lust to run straight to his already hard cock.
He shouldn’t find it arousing, but the sexy package of the woman was so open and on display for his eyes that he couldn’t control how taut his body became. She knew it too.
“Touch me,” she w
hispered.
“I can’t resist you.” Reaching out, his hands touched her waist and slowly caressed along her back to her shoulders before he moved them downwards, resting them on her perfectly rounded bottom. He squeezed the cheeks before he gently kissed between her breasts.
“Oh!” she mumbled. “I like that.”
“India, I’m trying not to loose control.”
