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The command in his voice sent a thrill into my system, a slight rush of adrenaline and excitement. Then a portion of my rational mind took over. “I could never hunger for a bastard like you.”
He chuckled and held out his hand. “Do you really think I haven’t noticed the way your body reacts around me, or that I don’t notice your heated gaze when you believe I’m not paying attention? How quickly you forgot how wet you were when I thrust my cock deep inside your sweet little pussy. Do not try and fool me, my little flower. Your body has betrayed you more than once.”
“Bastard.” God, I hated him, so much so all I could think about was driving a knife into his heart.
“I think that’s been established.”
“I can select other, more vile names if you’d prefer.” His dark eyes flashed hearing my words, his strong jaw clenching as anger swept through him. I refused to allow him to frighten me. He looked away briefly, his muscles tensing. I’d managed to irritate him. Too bad.
“Come, my little flower. There is much to show you. I hope you are rested.”
The man was out of his mind if he thought I wanted to go anywhere with him.You have no choice. If you want to get out of here alive, remember what your father told you.I took a deep breath, allowing thoughts of the training my father had insisted on to filter into the back of my mind. At minimum, I had to honor his wishes.
For now.
I threw back the sheet, ignoring his hand. When I stood, my body swayed involuntarily, forcing Kostya to wrap his arm around me. Even though I tried to pull away, the warmth of his touch, the magnificence of his muscular frame was too much of a draw. Still lightheaded, I gripped his shirt, realizing only seconds later that I was kneading his muscles through the thin material. My breath caught in my throat, butterflies in my stomach.
It’s only an aftereffect of the drug.
At least I could place blame on actuality instead of the ridiculous fantasy I’d evidently created in my mind.
“Where are we?” I asked, trying to break the electricity soaring between us.
“Good things come to those who have patience.” He laughed, sending another ripple of vibrations down my spine. “I believe you’d prefer another set of clothes. Yes?”
I could still catch the lingering stench of my boss’s blood, the coppery sweetness making me sick to my stomach. “Did you stop on the way and purchase clothing for me or are the items left over from one of the dozens of women you brought to your bed?” I knew I was pushing my luck, but the half Russian, half Colombian brought out the nasty side of me.
Maybe it was all about being kidnapped, watching a murder occur right before my eyes. Or the fact he continued to act like I owed him.
And that I was his possession.
“I have incredible, extremely loyal employees, Emily. They provide me with everything I need, including fulfilling certain orders. You are the first woman I’ve brought to my house. Do not take that information lightly. This is my private space. Any interference with my staff in any way will result in harsh punishment. Do you understand?”
His house. Was this just another location that he didn’t mind destroying as necessary?
I pushed my palm against his chest, trying to break his hold. Yet as he rubbed his hand down my back, the tingling sensations became overwhelming. Why did he have to be so incredibly good looking? His hair was still wet, the dark, thick curls accentuating his olive skin and midnight eyes. Any other woman would swoon being in his hold. “Yes.”
“Good. I will not tolerate any disobedience, period.”
It was obvious he wanted to scare me. He’d done an excellent job, his tone husky yet softer than before, but even more authoritative. And I was terrified. “I understand.”
He took a deep breath, his long eyelashes skimming across his cheek. Then he let me go, nodding toward an open door. “You’ll find everything you need in the bathroom, including several items of clothing. I suggest you wear jeans and your boots. I’ll be downstairs when you’re finished.”
With that, he walked away from me, taking long strides into the hallway. I expected him to close it with a hard slam, the sound of a lock engaging coming second. But he walked away without doing either. He simply closed the door offering privacy. Was he foolish enough to trust me? He wasn’t so stupid, although I sensed he was testing me. It was likely he had dozens of guards surrounding the building. Or maybe the place was wired, boobytrapped. He was certainly that cautious.
And that cunning.
His scent lingered in the room, adding to the shiver I couldn’t seem to rid myself of. After a few seconds, I walked toward the set of French doors leading to the outside, curious as to what I could see. As soon as I crossed the threshold onto the small balcony, I couldn’t have been more surprised. Everything was a gorgeous shade of green, bright and beautiful, as if the sun had kissed the shrubs and trees only moments before.
As I leaned over the iron railing, I was only able to see a small portion of the house, but it appeared large, sprawling from one side to the other. There was a bank of trees surrounding the property, the area just below manicured, vibrant colors reaching toward the sky. I couldn’t have been more perplexed. Wherever he’d taken me, the property didn’t seem like anything that the brutal man would tolerate. I’d envisioned him preferring stark, modern furniture with no sign of life. No plants. No pictures. Nothing.
I took a deep breath, drinking in the warm air, gathering a scent of the ocean. That wasn’t possible.He could have taken you anywhere.My inner voice was correct. Even as I rose onto my tiptoes, it was impossible to see above the massive canopy of trees, but I was forced to admit I was more than curious to find out what was on the other side.
My thoughts drifted to my mother. Before the horrible man had drugged me, we’d been on the plane for at least eight hours. That meant he’d taken me out of the country. My mother would be aware of my absence at this point. The police must have discovered my purse. The news would be terrible, my mother frantic. Oh, God. She was so sick. What would this do to her?Think. Breathe.
I chewed on my lip as I thought about her. She had other caretakers, but she’d worry about me, likely driving the police crazy. While my father had done everything in his power to protect his family, I was no fool. Just like Kostya’s people had managed to figure out who I was, it was only a matter of time before he knew my mother was alive. She’d switched back to her maiden name, even adopting her middle name to try to keep as much distance from my father’s occupation, my father’s murder almost destroying her. Panic almost settled in, my entire body shaking.
Would the assassin kill her?
