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“Come on now, honey. Aspen, Silas, and the guys all want you safe,” Dmitri told her as he lifted her up and carried her out of the room. Her eyes ached from the bright lights illuminating the hallway.
“Where am I?” she asked as her eyes adjusted to the light. She inhaled and could smell the antiseptic, and the sanitary, cold aroma of hospital.
“You’re in the hospital now but soon you’ll be on m
y private jet and a hell of a lot safer than right here.”
“Jet?” She asked and then held on to him as he descended the stairs.
“All clear.” She heard another male voice. She sensed Dmitri nodding his head.
He moved faster as a door opened, the metal creaking and then Dmitri cursed.
“Fuck. Take them out. We need a clear escape,” he mumbled and then picked up his pace, her bouncing in his arms.
“Hold on, honey.” He ran with her. She heard a series of sounds.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
“Get her inside. We got it covered. Flynn’s at the airport waiting,” a voice said. It sounded deep, strong, and she blinked her eyes open, but more sounds echoed around them as Dmitri covered her head and tucked her close.
He got her into a truck. Some sort of dark vehicle. The door slammed closed and the sound of tires squealing echoed outside.
“Are you both okay?” another person asked.
“We’re good. I can’t wait to get these fucking assholes back,” Dmitri said in a deep, ominous voice.
“You’ll get your chance, Dmitri, and in the interim, we’ll do our job. Don’t you worry,” the other man said.
“Dmitri?” she whispered.
He caressed her hair. “You’re going to be safe now, India. Your brother has gotten some of the best men to protect you and keep you safe.”
“Protect me?” she asked, feeling herself losing strength to continue speaking.
“Yes India, you’re going somewhere where Andrei and his crew can’t hurt you ever again. Now rest. All you need to worry about is getting better.”
She held on to him, feeling fearful, shivering in his arms. She hardly even knew Dmitri Sanclare. No one really did. But she knew of him, and she knew how close Aspen was to him. Dmitri said Silas arranged for her protection. Her brother was in soldier mode. They all probably were. She closed her eyes and prayed that her brother, her best friend, and all the men were safe. Andrei Renoke was a monster, and she hoped that he, Demyan, and especially Iakov got what they deserved.
The only future for the evil mind was death of the most violent kind.
Chapter 7
“Oh please, please, Zin!” Aspen cried out as her pussy wept and her thighs shook. They were all gathered around her on the bed. A bed she was handcuffed to. She was facing forward toward the headboard. Her arms stretched out in front of her, balancing on her knees and shins, kneeling, her thighs spread wide. She was so overstimulated already and they hadn’t even spanked her yet. She stretched her fingers, the soft thick fur protected her wrists from getting cut or bruised. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined anything so erotic and wild.
“Oh!” She gasped as Zin tapped his hand against her pussy, lightly arousing her already swollen pussy lips.
The bed dipped again and the feel of thick, hard palms rubbing up her body from ankles to thighs to ass then hips made her shiver with anticipation.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Aspen,” Weston whispered into her hair, surprising her as all her attention was on Storm, whose hands made their way around her body, squeezing and spreading her thighs.
“You need to learn discipline, and your place as a wife to made men,” Winter told her in her other ear.
“Wife?”
Smack.
“Oh God!” She jerked from the unexpected smack to her ass as well as their continued reference to her as their wife. Her heart pounded. It was filled with emotion, with desire.
