Page 4 of Dmitri

My eyes narrow, attempting to assess him while hiding my obvious vulnerability. “What do you want? Is this a ransom thing?” My stepfather has a lot of money, but I’m broke and I’m not sure how much my stepfather is willing to shell out for my safety.

A smirk spreads across his face, revealing a small scar just above his upper lip. How does a blemish make him sexier? Why do I care? He kidnapped me. The big, hot, older jerk kidnapped me while I was trying to enjoy a peaceful vacation away from any kind of trouble.

“No. Little one, I wouldn’t let you go for any price,” he confesses, with no artifice. I gasp. Fear and want both hit my brain in a flash, soaking my panties, and I pray he can’t see it. Unable to figure a way past his massive frame, I twist my head and glance behind me toward the windows.

A deep rumble comes from him and I’m afraid to turn around. Not because I’m scared, but because I’m aroused. “Don’t do anything stupid, Cora. The doctor is twenty minutes away,” he warns me, his voice sounding much closer.

Turning my head to look back, I found him only a foot away. Confused, I ask, “The doctor?”

“Yes, he was here earlier to check on you after you were drugged.” My hand immediately grasps my neck, feeling the bandage on the spot where I’d been jabbed. It’s then that I noticed the bandage on the inside of my elbow.

“Where am I?” I ask, wanting to feel some control. Right now, I have absolutely zilch as I stand in my panties and top. At least I’m still wearing a bra, so he can’t quite see how hard my small nipples have become under his purview. Slyly, I cross my arms over my chest to hide them from his gaze.

Why can’t he stop staring at me with those rare dark gray eyes? “My home,” he answers.

I bite down on the edge of my bottom lip and then ask a question even though I’m terrified to know the answer. “Why am I here?”

“Because I want you here,” he answers plainly.

I look up into his beautifully tempting eyes, and confusion tumbles around in my gut. Still, I’m not that stupid and can’t think of just the lust between us. He said he wouldn’t hurt me, so I’ll take my chances.

“I need to go home,” I insist.

He swallows hard, and my gaze follows his thick Adam’s apple like I’m in a trance. “I can’t let that happen,” he grunts.

“Why?” I meant for it to come out with so much frustration, but it came out with a breathy moan. He leans in, his hand touching my shoulder, slowly rubbing it down to my elbow and back up.

“Because you’re—”

There’s a knock on the door, interrupting whatever he planned to say. “Yes, Mikhail.”

“Dinner is ready.” Suddenly, my stomach understands English and rumbles like a classic race car, so I can’t put up the denial I had planned.

A devilish smirk covers his face again. “We will be down shortly.” He addresses me this time even though his eyes never left me, to begin with. “Your shorts are over there. Get dressed.” The moment is gone, lust and foolishness wiped from my brain.

Stepping back, I'm annoyed at myself and him for the impact our chemistry has had on my common sense. This lust is what got me nabbed and into his meaty clutches in the first place. I hadn’t been paying attention to my surroundings because I’d been staring at him, looking for him to appear outside of the hotel entrance, only to be surprised by my attackers.Bastard.

“Where are the rest of my things?” I challenged, crossing my arms, which didn’t help my situation because it left my panties in view of his eyes. Strangely, he kept his gaze focused on my face.

“Safely put away. Now, behave.”

“You kidnapped me, and you expect me to behave?” My eyes turn to slits as I glare at my captor. This time I close the distance between us, getting in his face about it.

He scoffs. “Kidnapped? Krasotka, I saved you from some sick fucks who will pay with their lives.” He shrugs and tilts his head. “Well, one already has—because he touched what belongs to me.” He runs his hand over my neck where I’d been jabbed. “Don’t take too long. I don’t want your food to get cold, and you’ll need to replenish your strength after what happened today.”

“Who are you?” I asked, mostly in fascination rather than concern.

“A man who has finally found what he’s been looking for, but you may call me Dmitri.” His mouth brushes my lips, and I stand still, unable to react as he leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Is he lying? My neck has been bandaged, and although I’m in my underwear and shirt, he hasn’t violated me, which is good, but I’d be a fool to believe him. Maybe he’s going to send my stepfather a ransom note, demanding money for my return unharmed.

Sliding on my shorts and then my socks and shoes, I move to the window and open it to check the distance to the ground. It’s too far to jump unless I have something to repel down. I spin around the room and look for something to use only I see my captor staring at me from the doorway.

“Are you going somewhere?” Dmitri asks with his muscled arms firmly splayed across his broad chest. God, he’s in a nice dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up, and yet, you’d never believe he had sat at a desk before. His tattooed arms and hands only add to his sensual appeal, making my resolve weaken.

“No. I was just getting some air,” I lie, giving myself away with a stammer.

“You’re a terrible liar, Cora.” He wags his finger in a “tsk, tsk,” motion.

“I’m not.”

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