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“Lara,” he murmurs, sounding confused.
I frown.The mystery woman has a name. I shake my head. “Grace,” I whisper.
His features twist in pain and he rushes from the room, slamming the door behind him. I release a breath and push myself to sit up.What the hell was all that about?When he still hasn’t returned after a few minutes, I get out of bed and make my way over to the door. I twist the handle as quietly as I can, praying that in his haste he forgot to lock it, but it doesn’t budge.
I turn back to the room. It really is gorgeous. I go over to the double doors, and to my relief, they’re unlocked. I push them open and inhale the fresh air, closing my eyes as the smell of freshly-cut grass hits my senses. Stepping out, I take in the scenery. Fields stretch out for miles, not a car or person in sight. Great if you want some peace and quiet, but not so great if you’re planning a big escape.
I walk to the edge of the balcony and peer down to the garden below. There’s a man with a large dog walking the grounds, and I step back so he can’t see my naked self.
Going back into the room, I take a towel from a rack next to the shower and wrap it around myself before stepping back outside and taking a seat. If I just had a book, I could pretend I was on holiday.
My stomach grumbles with hunger right about the same time Maria enters the room. She takes me in, lounging in the sun, and smiles. “You needed some colour on that skin.” Stepping out onto the balcony, she places a tray on the table beside me. I stare at the salad containing olives and feta and my mouth waters. “Bread roll also. I think you need carbs,” she tells me, pointing to the warm bread roll oozing with melted butter.
“Thank you, Maria. It looks amazing.”
The bedroom door opens again and Igor fills the frame. Maria dips her head and leaves.
“Come,” he orders as he throws a bag on the bed. I remain outside, forcing myself to ignore the terror currently trying to take over my body. “Now,” he hisses, and I see him flex his fingers before balling them into tight fists.
When I still don’t move, a cruel grin spreads across his face. “Have it your way.” He moves like lightening, taking me by surprise. For such a large man, you’d think he’d struggle with speed. He whips me off the sun lounger, taking my upper arm in a vice-like grip and hauling me to stand. In the bustle, I knock the tray of food and it crashes to the ground. I watch the olives roll away and cry out in frustration. I was looking forward to that food.
I begin to fight, kicking out and screaming as he drags me into the bedroom and throws me on the bed like a rag doll. My towel falls away and I scramble to cover myself with the sheet, which he rips away from me.
“You think you’re safe because he has you in his bed?” he roars, grabbing my ankles and pinning them to the mattress. I twist my body, desperate to get away, but it’s no use—he’s too strong. “You’re nothing, just a toy to keep his mind occupied,” Igor spits, dragging me down the bed towards him. He pins me with his weight, so he can release my ankles and grab my wrists instead. “You fucking smell like her,” he hisses, inhaling beside my ear. I turn my head away. “I hope you taste like her,” he murmurs, running his tongue up my cheek. “I hope your tight cunt drips for me like hers.”
I turn my head towards him and sink my teeth into his cheek. He yells words in Russian, pulling away from me and gripping his face. His nostrils flare and his eyes widen when he removes his hand to see blood. It drips down his cheek and runs down his neck like a river.
Then he roars, rushing at me and throwing himself on top of me. It winds me, causing me to cough violently while he pins me down. He reaches between us to unzip his trousers, taking full advantage of my stillness, then he pulls my legs apart and presses himself at my entrance. “Be a good whore and fight,” Igor hisses, pinching my nipple hard.
The door opens and Ivan stands stock-still, staring at the scene before him. Igor is oblivious to his presence, too busy trying to ram his erection into my dry vagina.
He grunts, and then, suddenly, I’m squashed beneath him. It takes me a second to realise he isn’t moving anymore, and then he’s ripped away from me. I scoot up the bed until my back hits the headboard. Igor’s lifeless eyes stare at me as blood trickles slowly from his mouth, mixing with the blood from his cheek. Ivan grips Igor’s collar and drags him to the floor before spitting on him and muttering something in Russian. A second later, another man runs in and stops dead in his tracks. “What the fuck happened?”
“Get him out of here, now,” Ivan orders. The man whistles and is joined by three other men, each taking a part of Igor and carrying him from the room, leaving a trail of blood behind.
Ivan doesn’t move from the foot of the bed. “Are you hurt?” he eventually asks.
“No,” I whisper. Then he turns and leaves.
CHAPTER FIVE
IVAN
I slam my office door, and Lev looks up in alarm. “Everything okay, boss?”
Maxim rushes in before I can reply, loosening his tie. “What happened?”
“Who left him alone with her?” I yell, shoving Maxim up against the door.
“He was taking her the clothes you asked for,” he tells me, his eyes wide with panic. “What happened?”
“He was about to rape her,” I shout, releasing him. He takes a few breaths before removing his tie completely and opening his top button. “In my own bedroom.”
“Why is she different, Ivan?”
I rake my fingers through my hair, gripping a handful as I pace the office. I feel their eyes on me, waiting for an explanation I don’t have. “I didn’t okay it,” I snap. “Since when do my men take matters into their own hands without my permission?”
“You’re right,” says Maxim, calmly. “I’ll speak to them.”
