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I want to kill her.

I don’t know which I want first. I dip my head and run my tongue along her lower lip. There’s a short, frustrated groan from the other side of the plane. With her arms pinned behind her back, her breasts are squashed against my chest and her neck is arched and bared to me. Elyah’s eyes are fastened on Lilia’s mouth, and his body is taut with desire and jealousy that I’ve kissed her before he got the chance.

It wasn’t a kiss. It was a taste. I suck my lower lip and pull it through my teeth, grinning at my friend. “Honey sweet. Just how you like her.”

She was his to kill, and then they fucked on the floor of the judging room and exchanged their bullshitI love yous. He has to know that she didn’t mean a word of what she said. In his own words, this woman is a viper.

Elyah moves toward us, but I pull Lilia closer to me and step away from him. “Ah-ah-ah. It’s not your turn.”

“This is not game,” he snarls.

Not a game? Then why is this so fun? It’s even better now because instead of fifteen terrified women, I have Lilia’s father as my audience. So far, Brazhensky hasn’t made a move to help his daughter, but surely he’ll come to his daughter’s aid if I torment her hard enough.

Her golden tresses are curved against her cheek, and I stroke them back with a forefinger. “We have hours and hours. Let’s all fuck her in front of her daddy. I bet he’s dying to watch.” I toss a wink at Aran Brazhensky, who’s turning an angry shade of purple. “He can even join in if he wants.”

“You sick asshole,” Lilia says. “I don’t have the diamonds with me. Search my bag. Search me if you have to, but you’re not going to find anything.”

Konstantin crosses one leg over the other. “Kirill will do whatever he wants if he takes you to the back of the plane. No one will be there to stop him. If you want to sit back down in that chair, safe and sound next to your father, tell me where the diamonds are. We’ll land, fetch the diamonds, and then the two of you can go back to America.”

Like hell he’ll let her go. Konstantin hasn’t searched feverishly for Lilia just to put her on a plane and send her home.

Lilia gazes up at me. “I’m more than a match for one pervert, remember?”

I laugh and nip her neck with my teeth. “I was hoping you’d say that. Let’s go.”

With her arms still pinned behind her back, I spin her around and push her toward the back of the plane. There’s a doorway to a bedroom and I shove her through it, slamming it behind me.

Lilia falls face forward onto the bed and puts out her hands to catch herself before whirling around to face me. Her glorious golden hair flies around her, and her hands clench on the bedclothes. She’s trying to hide it, but she’s afraid of me.

I advance on her slowly and reach out to cup her jaw. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Please, let’s do it the hard way. I’ve always wanted to hate-fuck on a private jet. Where are the diamonds?”

“Does it make you angry that I fooled you all and destroyed your boss’s pageant? I bet your dicks shrivel up every time you think about me.”

I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her face up to mine. “I love that my dick is on your mind. Did you stash the diamonds somewhere? Sell them?”

“They’re hidden. You’ll just have to murder me like you did the Lugovskayas. Those were good people you killed.”

My insides convulse at the shock of hearing their names. The world turns red before my eyes. I grab Lilia by the throat, lift her up, and shove her against the wall. “Good people? You think they were good fucking people?”

I’ve known hatred in my life, but that word isn’t strong enough for the all-consuming fury that burns through me every time I think about the Lugovskayas.

Lilia’s eyes bulge as she struggles to breathe, and she scrabbles at my hand with her nails.

“I forgot you knew those pieces of fucking scum. Did you want to cry over their corpses after I killed them? I wish I could kill them every day in new ways for the rest of fucking eternity.”

I realize she’s trying to speak and loosen my grip.

“What did they do to you?” she gasps, dragging air into her lungs.

I slam my fist into the wall by her head and roar, “They took everything from me.”

Lilia flinches. “What everything?”

The only thing that ever mattered to me or ever will. Now I just survive. Just fuck. Eat. Sleep. Protect Kostya.

“You think I’m going to spill my guts to a bitch like you? They’re dead, and that’s all you need to know. Now my life is Kostya. My life is Elyah. And my life is making yours hell. Spread your fucking legs.”

I reach beneath her dress, grab hold of her underwear, and pull. She’s wearing a thong and it rends in my hands and falls to the ground in tatters. When I push my knee between hers, she goes for my eyes with her nails. I only just turn my face away in time. Then she tries to punch my balls, but I jerk my hips away.

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