Page 140 of Heart of Frost and Scars

“You’re not alone, little girl.” Cold and mechanical, a computerized female voice trickles down my spine. “I’m here, always watching. You can try to stay out of my way, but I’ll get you, my pretty. I’ll come for you and your guard dogs, too.”

“Who is this?” My stomach wrenches.

“When you call Daddy Strakh to bail out your dogs, ask him who hid those flight logs in Rurik’s wine cellar.”

The call ends abruptly, leaving me in stunned silence.

Jasper’s eyes harden, and he looks around, expecting danger to materialize from the shadows.

My breath bursts in shredded gasps, panic rising in my chest.

Someone is watching. How else would they know I was alone?

If I can monitor Monty, maybe he’s doing the same thing to me.

“Can you give me privacy while I call my husband?” I angle my screen away from Jasper.

“I’ll be right over there.” He strides a few feet away to stand beneath another overhang.

My insides turn inside out as I launch the home monitoring app and open the most recent motion-activated recordings.

Instantly, I locate him in his bathroom, in the shower, and oh, damn, Monty.

He stands with his feet braced apart and a hand planted on the wall while his other works his cock, stroking himself aggressively, brutally to completion.

His head drops back, his jaw clenched tight, and although I have the live video muted, I know exactly what those gravelly, orgasmic groans sound like as they scrape past his lips.

Fuck.

He’s not the stalker. I have the proof right here.

He couldn’t have called me while he’s in the shower, jerking off. I don’t care how horny he is, he can’t come that fast. Unless the phone was in his hand when he started.

I don’t see it in the bathroom. The camera angle encompasses the entire space.

Only one way to know for sure.

With a shiver, I keep the video open and call his phone.

His head snaps toward the doorway, and he slams off the water. He doesn’t bother with a towel as he charges toward the camera, bringing those rippled washboard abs closer, and closer, filling my entire phone screen.

My breath hangs in my throat. All I see is the thin, dark trail that leads to the semi-hard cock that I worshiped for three years.

Montgomery Loshad Strakh, you wicked, gorgeous man. What am I going to do with you?

His real name still sounds foreign to me, but it fits.

He’s built like a sculpted Russian god of seduction and fucks with all the stamina and endurance of a stallion.

Damn him.

I hate how violently he can still make my body react. It feels like cheating.

Cheating on my lovers with my husband.

He steps out of the bathroom, out of view, breaking the spell.

Shit!

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