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I was not a good man, and definitely not boyfriend material.

That was the last fucking thing I was.

My cock throbbed as it pushed against the backs of her thighs. It demanded access to her body, to that tight greedy cunt, that still-virgin ass, or even her talented mouth. I wanted to indulge it, but I had work to do.

Alina had already taken up far more of my day than she should've.

I carried her back to the bed wrapped in a warm towel, then tucked her under the covers.

She needed rest.

Then I lifted her arms to the headboard.

She let out a whimper of protest. Despite it, I still re-attached the handcuffs.

She watched me as I held up the hood. Her eyes went wide but were still cloudy with exhaustion. "You don't have to do that. I'll be good. I promise."

Her eyes pleaded with me.

For a moment, I considered it.

Then I shook my head. I leaned down to give her a quick kiss. "Sorry, babygirl, maybe I'll let you earn some freedom later. Right now, this is how it's going to be."

CHAPTER 16

PAVEL

Ididn't want to leave her, but I couldn't stay.

I had obligations that required my attention.

My brothers were already here, ready to discuss what they had found.

Neither one of them were staying in the hotel our family owned. They both preferred houses and seclusion for their wives. Maybe they were worried their wives would try to run away again.

I laughed to myself.

Normally, I would've been annoyed that Kostya and Artem just showed up and let themselves into my penthouse. But they had been with me when we found Alina's apartment.

They stayed behind while I hunted her down to find her at that fucking strip club.

They had gathered the fragments of her life, ready to piece together who she was and what they wanted to dowith her. A lot of it depended on what they found in her apartment.

Was she spying on us? Did someone send her? Was that why she was at the office when everyone else was told not to come in?

I closed and locked the door behind me.

Alina would be safe in the bedroom.

My brothers wouldn't touch her.

They wouldn't even go to the bedroom.

They had found out the hard way what was in my bed was none of their business. A naked girl chained to the headboard wearing a sensory deprivation hood would be a new level of what they found waiting for me…but not by much.

Whatever we discovered about her life, her motivations, she was my problem to deal with. If they decided she had to go, getting rid of her would be my responsibility.

I also knew there was no way she was getting out of those handcuffs, and she could scream all she wanted. That hood would muffle the sound.