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Leaning over, I took a deep breath, holding her sweet fragrance in my lungs. The scent of her feminine wiles was intoxicating. “Your body betrays you.” To prove a point, I rubbed her fully aroused nipple between my thumb and forefinger, my nostrils flaring when she moaned. When I twisted it as I’d done our first night together, she whimpered from pleasure, not pain.

“Bastard.”

Laughing, I enjoyed another five seconds before dragging her out of the bathroom. “If you make a single noise, it will be your last. If you try and remove your blindfold, I will punish you and this time, I won’t go easy.”

“Why, yes, sir,” she muttered with contempt.

After grabbing her bag, I led her through the house and outside. She didn’t fight me as I led her to my car, instead holding her head high.

As I eased her onto the passenger seat, securing her seatbelt, my thoughts become as concentrated as they were intense.

She would soon discover I was a man of my word.

Bristol would learn to obey me in every way even though her rebelliousness fueled my burning desire.

I would break her defenses.

I would enjoy her body’s betrayal.

And I would savor taking and tasting what I’d laid claim to.

What already belonged to me.

CHAPTER 20

Bristol

Fear was a strange animal, much like my nightmares had been since I was a child.

Once upon a time when I was little, I’d escaped from my mother’s arms. I’d been playing hide and seek, something we’d done for as long as my little brain could remember.

I became lost in a sea of bright lights and explosive sounds. Then a monster had come to take me away.

Yet instead of feeling terror, I’d felt safe in his arms. A big, strapping, dominant man.

Fleeting images had floated into my mind in the darkness, some so detailed I couldn’t breathe. Just like when the nightmares had plagued me while growing up.

The memories of my childhood often came in fleeting visions, usually in vivid colors and shapes that made little sense when trying to piece them together.

I had no idea why they were suddenly exploding in my mind, but instead of creating panic, they created a calm over me, a warm blanket to soothe my fears.

Even though I’d been taken captive by a highly dangerous man.

My skin continued to tingle from the passion we’d shared, the roughness igniting a powerful longing that continued to excite me.

He was close, omnipresent, his prowess even more powerful than the first night we’d shared. The moment was toxic, yet my core remained on fire.

How could I want something so blatantly wrong for me?

I concentrated on his breathing, trying to decipher what he was thinking. I knew why I’d become the subject of his interrogation but still felt I couldn’t reveal every detail of the truth. I felt as if I did, I’d lose the limited bargaining chip I had. Only this wasn’t a game and there would be no winners and losers. A man had lost his life in a brutal way and somehow, I’d become mixed up in the dangerous ploy.

Thinking clearly didn’t seem to be an option. Weighing the odds of survival seemed unforgiving. As promised, Mikhail was the kind of man who did what he wanted and took what he needed. And right now, I was ground zero of his desire.

He was also mine.

With a blindfold on, as I’d experienced before, my senses were highly concentrated, almost electric. Every noise was louder, every scent more pronounced.

But instead of using my sharp senses to memorize turns and traffic sounds, images of the same nightmare exploded in my mind. A little girl lost. Voices. My mother calling for me.