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I ground into her, my mouth dropped onto her neck as I marked her as mine. Our chemistry felt like a wildfire burning through my body. Her orgasm tore through her and took me over the edge with her, ripping us apart and then sewing us back together.

Her body shivered from pleasure, taking every drop of me into her. My head was in the crook of her neck, her smell and fiery hair a curtain overwhelming my senses in the best way possible. I nipped at her soft skin, her head accommodating me.

“Fuck,” I groaned in her ear, my body shuddering over her. “I love you too, malysh,” I murmured into her ear.

She turned her face back towards me, her mouth seeking out mine. I had never experienced such soul shattering feelings before. It was intense and tender; she gave me everything, and I wanted more.

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It was approaching midnight when we finally went to sleep. I regularly didn’t need much sleep but wanted my mind sharp. Olivia cuddled into me and my mind eased. That distinct smell of hers calmed me, and I closed my eyes, letting the sleep swallow me.

I woke up to the buzzing noise. Instantly awake, I grabbed for the phone and noted an empty bed. How did Olivia get up without me noticing it?

“Hello?”

“Nikolai,” Oliver’s voice had all my attention on alert. “Olivia was taken.”

“What?” I bellowed into the phone. In my fucking home while I slept? I shot out of bed, pulling my clothes on and the gun. Glancing out the window, the first glimpse of dawn peeked through the horizon of the sea.

“She must have gone for her jog. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Oliver sounded furious. “I happened to log into the security to ensure all was working properly. It was by the shoreline. They loaded her into the boat.”

God damn it!

Fear of losing her gripped on me tightly.

“How long ago?” I barked out.

“Twenty minutes ago.”

“Stay on security, I got this.”

By this time, I was already at Ilya’s door. I hung up the phone at the same time I banged on the door. Ilya opened it immediately.

“Change of plans. We leave now,” I spat out. “They got Olivia.”

Although my voice was cold, the fear shook me to the core. If something happened to her, I would never forgive myself. They were taking my woman to that sick bastard. I’d make every single one of them regret the day they were born.

We left armed to the teeth in twenty minute’s time and were up in the air in another twenty minutes. Tasha was still asleep and I hated that she had to wake up alone, without Olivia in the house.

On my way to the airport, I shot a quick message to Dimitry and Sergei.

Vlad’s men got Olivia.

Leaving now.

“Want to explain to me why the guards weren’t watching the shoreline?” I barked out when I sat in the airplane seat, buckling up.

“Shoreline was covered,” Ilya wasn’t losing his cool. “Vlad’s men hit at rotation time.”

Ilya and I had a quick look at the footage. I was grinding my molars at seeing those men snatch Olivia, their hands on my woman. First thing they did was cover her head so she couldn’t see anything. The three men were Vlad’s men; we recognized them right away.

I cursed some more and met Ilya’s eyes. “If anything happens to her, make sure you get them away from me,” I gritted through my teeth. It was hard to hold onto my sanity now. But I needed it more than ever if I was to save my woman. “Otherwise, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

He didn’t say anything else.Smart man!He knew as well as I did that no excuse would be good enough.

Chapter Forty

Olivia

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