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I gaped, choked on a scoff, and dragged my finger from one bar to the next as I rounded the cage. “A monster? What, over a harmless kidnapping and a few punches to your pretty boy? What are you going to call me when you see what I'm going to do to you?”
“I’m not scared of you.”
The blazing flames in her eyes were hotter than a furnace and her fingers curled into fists. At least that got a reaction out of her. The shiny black Lady Liberty on her crop shirt caught my attention and sparked an idea in the pit of my mind.
“Fedor, open the cage.”
She didn’t understand until Fedor turned the key in the lock and held the door open for me. I stepped inside and the loud creaking of the hinges echoed in the room as he closed it. The brightness in her eyes disappeared and fear took its place. I moved closer and she backed away.
“I thought you said you weren’t scared of me.”
Her back hit the corner and her chest rose and fell rapidly. She was breathing so heavily that I thought she was going to faint. “I’m ... I’m not.”
“Liar.”
“Stay back!” She huffed.
“No.” I put my hands on either side of her face and pinned her between my chest and the bars. Her fruity scent of strawberries and grapes hit me, and I clenched my jaw. My resolve slipped away like melting ice.
I wanted to sink my teeth into her skin, to taste the fruit on her lips. I lowered my face to her neck and trailed a finger from the short sleeve of her shirt over the bare skin of her arm. Goose bumps covered her skin. “When it comes to you, my little dove,” I growled against the softness of her nape. “I find it hard to stay away.”
Her eyes searched mine; fear and trepidation were written in her gaze. This woman was an irresistible temptation, and she didn’t even know it.
“I—I don’t understand what you’re saying.” I’d spoken in Russian.
I smiled and my finger journeyed lower, stopping on the waistband of her jeans. My fingernails grazed the skin of her stomach, and she inhaled sharply through gritted teeth.
“It’s hard to stay away from you,” I repeated in English. Her breathing became more rugged.
Although she was quite tall, I hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her head up so that we could look into each other's eyes. She closed her eyes briefly, cutting off the green beams, I wanted so much aimed at me again. Her eyelashes fluttered and her gaze was both coy and innocent, a fusion of vulnerability and allure. When her pink tongue swiped over her lips and she opened her mouth, it sent a burning heat through my body. Fuck, how could I ever resist her?
“You do know that if you harm me, it will mean a war between my people and yours, the Bratva. You’ll be wreaking havoc.”
I spread my palms, gripped her ass, and yanked her into me, I was sure she could feel my hard length. Her curves fit my hands perfectly. They were so soft that I succumbed to the urge to squeeze them. She gasped and I pressed my lips to her ears.
“Tut, tut, tut.” I shook my head. “What you don’t know is that the War has already begun. I am wreaking havoc on your poor, poor daddy, and his fucking world.”
She shuddered in my grasp and her hair brushed my mouth. Blood rushed below my belt and my cock twitched in my pants. God, she smelled so fucking good.
Another squeeze on her ass and a nip on her neck, and I was floating in the fucking clouds. My grip on her hips tightened and I sucked on the sensitive skin under her ear, lightly grazing it with my teeth. Her body nestled so perfectly against mine.
She sighed, her heart raced violently against my chest, and she tried to push me away. I grabbed her delicate hands and kissed her palms. “Stop fighting me, don’t fucking deny it. You can’t push me away. You can’t run away.”
Undeterred, she fought against my grip and successfully shoved me, just enough to create a breathing space. “I can, and I will.” My eyes shimmered under the light and her teeth bared in an ugly snarl. “You’re my worst nightmare.”
My lips curved up in the most content smile. “Well then, that’s a good thing. Want to know why?”
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her face closer to mine. She winced in pain, but I didn’t let go.
“It’s because dreams don’t fucking haunt you. But nightmares do.” I licked her upper lip with a flick of my tongue and breathed against her mouth. “What I want, my little dove, is to be etched in that pretty head of yours, so that you’ll never, ever forget me.”
Chapter 5 - Ava
They left thirty minutes ago.
My five-star accommodation didn't have the luxury of a wall clock, but I had kept track of time in my head from the hour we landed in New York to the minute Declan got out of the car and the second I was shoved into a black Mercedes by a brute named Fedor.
Viktor had received an important phone call that interrupted the moment. He pulled away, looking like the perfect gentleman in a white shirt and black tie as he grumbled words—which sounded more like curses—into the phone and left the cage.
