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He was going to make us get into the car willingly or not. I didn’t expect it to escalate so fast. Yes, Alexei indicated the goal was to draw an invitation out of Igor, but not on the same night. When I accepted Igor’s invitation, I didn’t think he literally meant he was inviting usnow.

Igor’s head peeked from the car, his eyes lingering on my legs. I hadn’t realized I shifted my body back, until I was pressed against Alexei.

“Ladies first,” Igor purred, sending all kinds of wrong goosebumps down my spine. Every warning bell in my body warned me it was a bad idea, leaving me glued to my spot. This was what parents warned you about when you were a little girl.

Do. Not. Get. In. The. Car.

There would be no candy in there. Only pain and suffering. My heart drummed against the ribcage, and each breath I took was shaky. Alexei’s hand slipped out of mine, and he placed his palm on the small of my back, urging me forward.

I turned my face to him, searching for any assurance. Something resembling a smile touched his face, like he tried his damndest to assure me. And like a fool, I trusted him. A criminal that was on the FBI radar. But for some reason I did.

Taking slow steps towards the vehicle, Alexei followed right behind me. Ignoring Igor’s hand to assist me, I slid into the car, ensuring I didn’t flash Igor. That guy wouldn’t need too much prompting to do something. There was something evil lurking underneath that civil smile and that ugly-ass striped suit. Alexei came in right behind me, the two of us seated opposite of Igor.

The door shut, and suddenly, it felt like the walls were closing in on us. My fingers tugged on the hem of my short dress, and I immediately shoved them under my thighs to stop myself from fidgeting. I was a fucking FBI agent and the F didn’t fucking stand for fidgeting.

Alexei’s strong thigh pushed against mine as he manspread next to me and I realized my legs were shaking. Instantly, I stilled and his hand came to my thigh, resting there, his strength seeping into me.

It didn’t escape me that Igor’s eyes lingered on Alexei’s hand on my thigh. Something flashed in his eyes. Something dark. Something cruel. I didn’t like it. The urge to start shaking my legs felt as strong as the need to breathe. Yet, I knew showing any weakness to Igor would be a fatal mistake. So instead, I lowered my eyes studying Alexei’s ink and focused on the warmth his palm seeped through my thin dress.

There was so much ink on his hand, I couldn’t quite distinguish what it was. But on his fingers there were symbols. Or letters. My hands were still tucked under my thighs, my fingers itched to touch him. Trace the ink over his skin. He had been inside me, yet I didn’t get to touch one single piece of him.

I glanced out the window, the city of New Orleans a blur as we pulled onto the highway.

This would be a long night.

ChapterTwenty-Two

ALEXEI

After a two hour drive and a helicopter ride, we landed on the roof of a building. We were still in the States. Though it was anyone’s guess for how long. I had my suspicions that we’d end up in Russia.

Thank fuck it was summer here. Just thinking about Russia made my balls freeze. Put me in any hellhole. In the desert without water. Any-fucking-where, just not goddamn Russia.

Ironically, the only thing that kept me on the sane side of things was Aurora’s subtle chocolate scent, her small smiles that lit me up inside. I ate that shit up like my life depended on it. I’d need it to ensure I’d keep us alive. Keepheralive. As long as she lived through this, that was all that mattered.

“I gave you two lovebirds a whole suite.” Igor pushed the door of the penthouse open. He acted like he gave us keys to the kingdom; when I knew very well, the fucker would be watching us. He took voyeurism to a whole new level.

Aurora and I strode into the hotel room, the door shutting behind us with a firm click. Then another click. He locked us in. Fucking asshole. Aurora glanced at the door, her eyes fleeting my way, then back to the door. We kept our words to a minimum since we left the club. She was holding up rather well, all things considered.

Kicking off her heels and turning her attention to the suite, a deep sigh left her as she strode further into the room.

“At least we got the penthouse suite,” she muttered, rolling her shoulders. “Igor isn’t a cheapo; though he’s definitely a creepo.”

She glanced over her right shoulder, those almond shaped eyes meeting mine. She cocked her eyebrow as if waiting for me to agree or disagree. When I said nothing, she turned around again.

Lingering for a moment, in the middle of the hotel room, her gaze surveyed every corner of it. I could tell the moment she spotted the cameras. Her shoulders slightly tensed, her guard back up.

I knew he’d have cameras wherever he put us. Igor the creepo, as she eloquently called him, would be watching us until he was convinced there was nothing beyond me fucking this woman and wanting to take her to the most notorious club in Russia where everything and anything goes - voluntarily and involuntarily.

Except there was more. A lot more. And once it unraveled, I didn’t doubt that Aurora would make it her mission to lock me up. Or kill me. And I wouldn’t stop her. I deserved all the wrath she’d dish my way.

I headed for the large bathroom. I knew she’d follow me. The little agent was a curious and demanding little thing.

It didn’t escape me how she demanded I go faster and rougher when I fucked her at the club. It turned out the little agent wasn’t shy in the bedroom at all, and I fucking loved it. Until we both reached our climax and she wanted affection. To be intimate.

I hated that I wasn’t wired for it. I hated that I lacked the capacity to give her what she needed. It made me feel inadequate.

Frustrated at myself, I stopped in the middle of the bathroom, mirrors decorating each wall of it, and her little body promptly ran into the back of me.

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