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I don’t know what that’s code for, but Rocco’s lips twitch just as the doors close on us.
Marco clears his throat. “No, Katiya, I do not. And it’s thirty-seven bathrooms.”
“Ooh, are myquarterson the top floor?”
“I’m afraid to say, yes, they are.”
I frown. “Why are you afraid to say it?”
“Because that’s also where my quarters are.”
“Well, you have thirty-four other bedrooms, I’m sure I could take one of the other floors. That way, you won’t have to see or hear from me.”
He stares ahead. Even the elevator is snazzy. It’s adorned with pressed metal and smells like furniture polish.
“Nice try.”
“Nice try for what?”
“You can’t get out of here. I have guards at every exit point, so being on another floor doesn’t matter.”
I wrinkle my nose. Clever bastard.
“I wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing,” I say, putting my hand on my chest as I try my best Audrey Hepburn voice.
He clearly does not seem impressed. “I wouldn’t put it past you to shimmy down the drainpipe. I wouldn’t recommend it, the fall is at least fifty feet.”
I whistle low through my teeth. “Like falling to my death would even matter to you.”
“On the contrary, I need you alive so I can use you to get what I need out of Aleksi.”
Blood rushes to my ears alarmingly. “What do you need?” I enquire, not liking the sound of that at all.
The only thing I’d like Marco to use me for are reasons that confound me right at this moment.
His wealth doesn’t attract me, in fact, it means nothing to me. I grew up in opulence, too, and it gets tiring after a while. Though I have to admit, this castle is insane.
“I really don’t feel the need to divulge that to you,” he replies as the elevator moves in complete silence.
“Then why say anything?”
“Because you brought up falling to your death and I simply explained why I wouldn’t want that to happen.”
“Right. Because I’m just a commodity, a Russian doll, right? Something to use and abuse and spit out when you’re done.” I can’t hold the snark out of my tone.
He stiffens, then I feel those dark, dangerous eyes move to glare down at me.
Everything about this man spells alpha.
His cologne…it sends my senses into a spin. It’s woodsy and manly and does things to my core that I’d rather not admit to myself.
His fucking perfect face. Who has cheekbones like that? Even his hair is gelled back to fucking perfection.Asshole.
“I would never abuse you, Katiya.” He says the words like I’ve slapped him. “You’re under the misconception that I would put my hands on a woman in anger. Even as my prisoner, I’m not in the habit of hurting a woman. Ever.”
I swallow hard. If looks could kill, I’d be dead a million times over despite his words.
Being here is like being embezzled in a hostile takeover in which I have no say.
