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“I didn’t…” I began.

I could feel the warmth rising in my cheeks, betraying my attempt to remain composed. It was as if he had a way of seeing right through me. I tried to hide my blush, to maintain the facade of being unaffected, but his firm, knowing gaze rendered me defenseless. The way he arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, made it clear that he had noticed my reaction, too.

“You’re a pervert. Are there cameras in the room? Were you watching me take a shower?”

“In the shower, naughty girl. I didn’t take you for the adventurous type,” he mused.

“Fuck off,” I replied.

His smile grew wider, as if he’d taken confirmation from my response, and I snarled in his direction. If looks could kill, the glare I was giving him would have leveled him to the ground.

“There are no cameras in your room. You don’t have to worry about being watched here,” he replied calmly. His steady, cool demeaner angered me, and I sat there, stewing. He’d had a way of pointing out my arousal several times now, and in each instance, my words failed me. I couldn’t think of a smart retort or a cutting insult like I usually could, and it was driving me insane.

“Fucking pervert bastard. I don’t believe you,” I blurted out, unable to stop myself. I didn’t much care what he thought now.

“I don’t need cameras,princess. I know how wet you are. I can smell your arousal from here,” he said with a smirk, and before I could say anything at all, he shoveled the last of his breakfast into his mouth, stood and put his plate in the dishwasher, and strode off. I was too shocked to say anything at all.

The worst part of the whole thing was that he was right.

I shifted in my seat, feeling the soaked seat of my panties against my pussy. I was just as wet, if not wetter, than I had been last night. My breasts ached with desire and my nipples were rock hard.

At least you’re wearing a black shirt. Maybe he couldn’t see them.

I snarled again, my thighs pressing together as I sat there alone, wet, wanting, and angry. Did I want more from him? I couldn’t. As kind as he was, he’s kidnapped me and fucking chloroformed me into compliance, and no matter what he said, I was still a prisoner if I couldn’t leave.

I needed to talk to my father.

CHAPTER4

Aidan

As much as I didn’t want to admit it, Irina was absolute perfection.

I didn’t know what came over me when I was around her. She was stubborn, hardheaded, a little cautious, but intelligent and delightfully feisty. I could tell that she didn’t believe me, not yet anyway. To be honest, I respected her wariness, especially since I’d only just kidnapped her yesterday.

I hadn’t wanted to drug her, but we couldn’t risk her making a scene and alerting the rest of the Kozlovs that had been left behind. There had been only a skeleton crew of soldiers at the hotel, mainly because Anton and his best men had been out celebrating the alliance between the two bratva families a bit prematurely, or it might have been a loosely planned bachelor party since Irina’s wedding was supposed to take place today.

Anton no longer had a bride. I’d taken her, and I couldn’t deny the fact that I wanted her.

Badly.

I should be a better man, a more respectable man, one that simply protected the woman and kept her safe until my family could safely return her to her family.

Her father was another complication altogether.

As much as I wanted Irina, a part of me couldn’t ignore the inherent danger of pursuing her. The power her father wielded was vast, especially when you considered his allies in Russia. Any connection between us could ignite a war between our families. Her very presence was both alluring and dangerous, a forbidden temptation that seemed to test my willpower. I knew that giving in to my desires could have dire consequences, not just for me, but for her as well.

The risks were too great, the stakes too high, and I couldn’t bear the thought of bringing danger and turmoil into Irina’s life. As much as I wanted her, I knew that keeping my distance was the only way to keep her safe from the dangerous world that surrounded both of us.

The chemistry between us was undeniable, and every fiber of my being yearned to embrace her fully.But themost I could allow myself was the honor of protecting her. I would have done my job if Anton never laid eyes on her again. I’d keep her safe until my family could return her to her father.

That was it.

Right now, she was upstairs in her bedroom. She hadn’t emerged from it all day, even though I’d unlocked it first thing in the morning. This afternoon, I’d heard the sound of water running in the large tub, and not a peep since. It was starting to grow dark outside, and I planned to cook her a nice dinner.

The only thing that would convince her that she was safe with me was time, and I meant to give her as much of it as she needed.

My phone rang in my pocket, and I answered it, leaning back in my office chair as I put my feet on my desk.

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