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Thiscatches her attention. Sandra sits up with a groan, stabbing daggers into me with the heat of her glare. “You know, I’ve been thinking.”
“Oh?”
“You tell me I’m too proud, but I’d say that’syourbiggest weakness, too. If you’re not careful, your hubris will be your downfall,Andrei Nicolaevich.”
My heart leaps into my throat. How the fuck did she find out my name? Did one of my brothers accidentally let it slip?
Sandra reaches into the back pocket of her jeans and pulls out a wallet.Mywallet. I instinctively pat my jacket and realize it isn’t where I usually keep it. Sandra pulls out my driver’s license, grinning with a devilish glint in her eye. “I swiped it off of you while we were wrestling,” she says, words dripping with amusement. “You were so busy getting turned on you didn’t even notice.”
My nostrils flare, a sudden heat flooding my veins. “You little—”
Sandra throws her head back and laughs, the sound light and breathtaking. “Your picture issocute. Can I keep this?”
“No.”
Before I have a chance to finish, Sandra slips my driver’s license down her shirt and tucks it away safely in the confines over her bra. Her smile is both radiant and infuriating.
“Don’t be a fucking child,” I grumble, stepping toward her.
Sandra stands immediately, moving as far as her chains will allow. “If you want it back, come and get it.”
“Do you think I won’t go in there?”
She snorts. “You’re too much of a pussy to—”
In four long strides, I close the distance between us, moving in swiftly to grasp her by the waist. Sandra tries to peel away, turning her back to me, but my grip is firm. I’ve got her smaller frame pinned against my body, my arm wrapped around her middle. She tries to shove me off but ends up backing her ass into my crotch. Much to my surprise, Sandramoans, the rich sound going straight to my cock.
Fuck.
The voice in the back of my head tells me to stop. This is a bad idea. Areallybad idea. But my body won’t comply. I crave the heat of her skin, the sound of her voice, and the whisper of her frantic breathing against my cheeks. My hands roam of their own volition, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt to greedily squeeze her breasts. Sandra gasps, shivers, grinding her hips against me without remorse.
“Fuck,” she whimpers. “Wait, I—”
I locate my driver’s license, grab it, and take a massive step away, mildly alarmed at what just happened. I’m rock hard and throbbing, so much so it’s genuinely painful. My palms still tingle where skin met skin, itching to reach out and touch her yet again.
She turns to face me, licking her lips. Her hair is wild, her cheeks flushed, her pupils blown wide. “That was fun,” she says, a bit hoarse.
“Stop fucking with me,” I growl. “I’m warning you.”
“Or what?”
I should have known she’d try to challenge me. We’ve done nothing but butt heads since she got here. I don’t know how to respond, so I leave, swearing under my breath that Sandra won’t get the best of me again.
Chapter 7
Sandra
Andrei Nicolaevich.
I repeat his name in my head over and over again, almost like a meditative mantra. Now that I have a name to his face, he’s a lot less intimidating. Human, even. Because where the Boss was an idea, Andrei Nicolaevich is a living, breathing man, which means he has weaknesses just like everyone else. Weaknesses I’m hoping to exploit.
Too bad he hasn’t come to check on me in a while, instead sending one of his brothers to deliver my meals and keep an eye on me.
Coward.
I’ve officially lost track of days. Have I been here for a week? A month? It’s really too hard to say, but one thing’s for certain—I’m getting fucking anxious. I know Dad said he needed time to rally the troops and figure out a way to extract me, but what’s taking so long? I want to get out of here. I want to sleep in a fuckingbed. You never really appreciate the little things until they’re gone.
“What’s today’s date?” I ask Damien.
