I lean in close, my lips nearly brushing her ear. “Nice try, kitten. But you’ll have to do better than that.”
She jerks away, but I can feel her shiver.
My eyes lock on the fiery blue ones glaring back at me. She’s still thrashing, her body twisting as she tries to break free from her bonds.
“I’d suggest you stop it,myshka,” I growl, leaning closer. The scent of her—a mix of sweat, fear, and something uniquely feminine—fills my nostrils, making my balls tight.
Her chest heaves with each labored breath, the thin fabric of her dress doing little to hide the hardness of her nipples. I swallow hard, heat pooling in my groin.
Suka. Focus, Leonid.
My gaze lands on a small handbag tucked in the corner of the trunk. Curious, I reach for it, keeping one hand firmly on her shoulder to prevent any escape attempts.
Inside, I find a broken vial. The smell hits me instantly, and I can’t help but let out a bitter laugh.
“Really,myshka? My own poison?” I hold up the vial, watching her eyes widen. “I’m almost impressed… almost.”
She makes a muffled sound behind the gag, her eyes blazing with defiance.
Ignoring her, I continue rummaging through the bag, finding an ID.“Natasha Volkov,” I read aloud.
I scoff, “You don’t look like a ‘Natasha Volkov’ to me.” I squint at her. “Who the fuck are you?”
Her eyes narrow, and she attempts to headbutt me yet again. I dodge it easily, but the movement brings my face closer to hers. I can feel her ragged breath on my skin, and it takes all my willpower not to rip off her clothes and fuck her sweet little cunt right here.
“I said, stay calm,myshka.”
A flash of memory hits me—Maksim’s report about two women from the auction being attacked by a “nasty server.” Clever girl. Despite myself, I feel a grudging admiration for her audacity.
I reach out, brushing a stray strand of her brunette hair back from her face. She doesn’t turn away, instead staring right into my eyes. Daring me.
Blyat, she’s fucking beautiful.
“Feisty little thing, aren’t you?” I chuckle, my hand moving to the cloth covering her mouth. “Let’s hear what you have to say for yourself, shall we?”
I pull the gag down, my eyes immediately drawn to her lips. They’re full and pink, slightly chapped from the gag. I remember how they felt wrapped around my cock, and I have to stifle a groan.
Dammit.
I clear my thoughts. “There,” I say, my voice rough. “Better?”
She spits, barely missing my face. “Fuck you, you piece of shit! Let me go!”
I can’t help but laugh, the sound rumbling deep in my chest. “Such a dirty mouth on such a pretty face.”
Her eyes dart around, taking in her surroundings. I watch as realization dawns on her face, her body tensing even more. “Where the hell am I? What is this place?”
“Somewhere you can’t escape from,” I reply coolly, my breath fanning across her cheek. “So, I suggest you start behaving.”
She stills suddenly.
With slow, seductive flutters of her long eyelashes, she holds my gaze, her expression shifting. I feel her body relax slightly, and alarm bells start ringing in my head.
“Please,” she says, her voice softening. Her eyes, so defiant moments ago, now look up at me pleadingly. “I’ll be good. Just… just let me go.”
Really, now?
I raise an eyebrow, not buying it for a second. But damn if my traitorous body doesn’t react to her softness. “Oh? And why should I believe that?”
