Page 477 of Rage

Istretched and squirmed, snuggling more into him. Ivan wasn’t cuddly, and most of the time I wasn’t in the mood for him, either, so we never had these kinds of mornings. I could feel his muscles pressing into my back. That was new. Did he start working out?

His cock twitched against my ass when I teased him with a wiggle. A wave of arousal floated through me, and I smiled. Maybe we could have a quickie. It had been some time since we fucked, given how much Ivan had annoyed me in the last few months.

He wasn’t the best lover, but maybe I could use him as a dildo well enough for me to finish this time.

The sun caressed my face, and as I took a deep breath, I felt the sandalwood notes of his cologne and his masculine scent.

Wait a moment…

This wasn’t Ivan.

And I wasn’t home.

The memories of the last night crashed on top of me like a cold shower. My heart leaped to my throat, choking me, as I realized who the man I was currently glued to, the man who was hugging and pressing me close to him, actually was.

Dimitry.

No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. I should find a way to get the hell out of here. I slowly moved my hand.

Did he release me?

I remembered the handcuffs and the frustration I had felt as I couldn’t break them last night. I cried myself to sleep while still dragging at them. It had hurt so fucking much, but now … I looked at my hands. Some bruises were still visible, but the pain was gone.

Why did he do this? What, he prefers to be the one breaking his toys? Is this his way to remind me he’s the one in control?

I furrowed my brows as I noticed my wedding ring missing.

Did he send it to my husband?

That wasn’t important, anyway. All that mattered was for me to find a way to escape. Dimitry moved in his sleep, hugging me tighter. I cursed the surge of desire that zinged through my core.

When his cock throbbed, my pussy fluttered with interest and once again I had to mentally remind myself that this psycho was my husband’s enemy and that he’d kidnapped me.

Hot or not, I should stay away from him. Not only because I was fucking married, but also because he could decide to get rid of me anytime.

I could feel his warm breath against my neck, causing a quiver of pleasure to ripple through me.

Fuck! Stop it, Katherine!

I didn’t care about my body’s opinion. I knew what I had to do.

Listening to his regular breaths, I looked around, trying to find anything I could use as a weapon. He was physically stronger, so it would be stupid to try a one-on-one fight against him. But maybe I could balance that. My eyes fell on the lamp on the bedside table.

Perfect!

My back was pressed to his chest, and I didn’t dare to glance at him, but I hoped his sleep was deep enough for him to not notice my movements. I slowly and silently squirmed away, leaning toward the lamp.

“Don’t even think about it.”

I froze with my hand in mid-air. All my muscles tensed, and for a moment, I stopped even breathing. Dimitry didn’t sound angry, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to decide to send me back to my husband in multiple boxes.

Especially since I didn’t actually trust Ivan to save me.

Maybe Papa learned about this, too…

I knew that using my father’s name might help me at least a little, but I didn’t want to drag him into this. Dimitry hated Ivan, but he had nothing against Romanov bratva. He wasn’t known for stupidly attacking or provoking other mafia bosses, but still, I didn’t want to make him focus on my dad and my people.

I was on my own. Like always.

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