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Aurora chuckled, as if amused, while I knew she wanted to kill him. If she had her sidearm, I was certain she’d put a bullet in his brain, and I’d help her bury the body.

“It happens more than you know,” she responded, waving her free hand, like it was no big deal that we drugged her and smuggled her into Russia.

Igor cocked his eyebrow, surprised by her response and temporarily at loss for words.

“Well, we are going to make our rounds,” she added, smiling wide. We made it five steps when she leaned over grinning then whispered, “I bet that fucker didn’t see that coming.”

Aurora enjoyed her victory a bit too much. I should have known it would be short lived.

ChapterThirty

AURORA

Igor the Creeper. Forevermore.

He had officially gotten a last name. Maybe I’d even convince him to get christened so that all the humans of this world could be forewarned.

Alexei might be psychotic in a protective, weird kind of way. Igor was just a plain psycho. Back in his sex club, he hid it. Here, in his domain, he flaunted it. Just feeling his gaze on me made me sick and had my skin crawling.

It felt like a million pairs of eyes were on us as Alexei and I glided through the ballroom. I was surprised there was nothing X-rated going on. So far, it looked like a normal black tie affair. With the exception that my gown looked like a fucking disco ball and attracted too much attention.

“Can we kill him when this is over?” I muttered under my breath, smoothing the dress with my free hand. As if that would make it less noticeable. The only thing that this dress was good for was kindling.

“Yes.” Stoic. Unemotional. Perfect.

My lips curved and I glanced up at him, meeting his eyes. “Well, Mister. For that, I might forgive you for drugging me.”

He let out a rough breath, watching me under his long lashes, and I caught something dark and thrilling lingering in his pale gaze.

He looked good in his suit. Truthfully, he looked good in anything, but wearing a suit gave him a darker than normal vibe. A dressed up killer who could snap your neck with one move. You’d never see it coming. And somehow, it made him even more noticeable.

We strolled around the ballroom. I ensured not to make eye contact. Alexei didn’t say the same principle applied here, but it would make sense that it did. Men here gave me the creeps. Like Igor went to all the slums of the world and picked the creepiest, though good looking men, then brought them here. I wasn’t quite sure what it said for us.

A disgusting shudder ran down my back.

“Just us, kroshka,” Alexei murmured in my ear, and I hoped he was right because there were some gorgeous women here and they gawked at Alexei like it was open season. The hunger in their eyes spoke volumes. I guessed he wouldn’t have issues lining up women for himself, despite all his tattoos. I swore a few women even tried to approach him, until he gave them his killer stare.

I had to bite the inside of my cheek so as not to grin. I liked that he took my warning seriously. He stuck to me, ensuring no other man had a chance to start flirting with me. So sue me; if I had to go through this kinky shit of being watched while having sex, I might as well do it with the finest specimen on this planet. And possibly all the planets.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” Igor’s voice boomed through the speaker phones and I shared a fleeting glance with Alexei. “Everyone, find your way to the back room and the stage. Tonight will be a night to remember.”

“Oh, Jesus,” I muttered under my breath. “This sounds so promising.”

“Stay close to me.” Alexei’s voice was firm. “No matter what.”

“You couldn’t pull me away from you with a set of pliers,” I said dryly.

He smiled, actually smiled, the scar on his lip stretched, and I watched mesmerized as his face transformed. My breath got stuck in my lungs and something fluttered in my chest. Maybe it was lack of oxygen, I had absolutely no idea. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

His one eyebrow rose, as if he was wondering what I was staring at. I blinked then cleared my throat.

“I didn’t know you actually smiled,” I breathed. I glanced away from him and towards the crowd that was already scurrying into the other room. “You should do it more. It’s kind of nice.”

I felt my cheeks heat with my words. I had sex with him in a club and in the bathroom with a door open so Igor the Creeper could watch or listen, and I blushed at giving him a compliment. So nerdy.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied.

We were the last ones to enter the back room where theactionwas supposed to happen. I took one step inside and stopped short.

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