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I rushed to the windows and tried each one, finding those locked too. The twinkling lights of the city seemed to tease me from the outside, and I snarled with my frustration.

I’d gone from one prison to another.

I had yet to decide which one was worse.

CHAPTER3

Irina

With a sigh, I stood in the center of the guestroom, trying to decide what to do. I didn’t want to do what he had insinuated, at least not right now where he might be standing on the stairs and listening to me touch myself like a goddamn pervert.

I tapped my foot against the ground and looked around.

Eventually, my curiosity took over, and I couldn’t resist exploring every corner of the lavish space. The room was a sanctuary of luxury, adorned with elegant furnishings and intricate details. The plush green and gold bedding beckoned me to sink in, and the soft, velvety textures beneath my fingers made me feel like I was enveloped in a cocoon of comfort. The large windows allowed a soft, golden glow to filter through, casting a warm ambiance that was both inviting and soothing. It was a room fit for royalty.

Next, I opened the closet door and my breath caught in my throat at the sight before me. The closet was filled with a stunning collection of clothes. I moved closer, exploring each piece and finding all of them perfectly tailored to fit my size and style. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I ran my fingers over the exquisite silk dresses and elegant evening gowns. The entire wardrobe spoke of taste and sophistication. If his sister had been the one to pick everything out, she was a woman that I wanted to meet.

Finally, I ventured into the attached bathroom. The luxurious room was a sight to behold, a haven of indulgence and relaxation. The pristine marble countertops, the glistening fixtures, and the oversized soaking tub sparkled with opulence and refinement. I marveled at the array of scented bath oils and creams, a small touch that showed the attention to detail that went into this space that was likely his sister’s doing, too.

I decidedly peeled off my workout clothes. For a moment, I paused and picked my leggings off the ground, swallowing hard when I saw the very obvious spot of arousal in the seat of them. I had hoped that the double-layered fabric would have been enough to hide my wetness, but it hadn’t been.

With a soft sigh, I stepped into the giant walk-in shower and turned on the water. In an instant, warm water cascaded over me. The soft, gentle stream of water was soothing. I pumped shampoo into my palm and washed my hair first, digging my nails into my scalp and telling myself that I wasn’t pretending it was him. I pressed another button, and the scent of lavender bath oil filled the air with fragrance, enveloping me in a cocoon of relaxation. I closed my eyes, allowing the sensation to engulf me, and for a moment, all worries and uncertainties seemed to fade away.

My heated desire didn’t, though.

The hot water only seemed to make it worse. My traitorous nipples were still hard, and when I reached up to hazard a soft touch, a jolt of arousal raced straight to my core.

I’d been around men all my life. Growing up as a bratva princess meant that I was surrounded by more than usual, but every single one had treated me with the respect I deserved. None of them had ever made a comment like Aidan had to me. I was forbidden, and my father’s men followed his command without question.

Never had I felt anything like this around a man like I did Aidan.

Because I was my father’s daughter, I had been sheltered from any romantic relationships. I’d never been on a date. Hell, I was twenty-five years old, and I’d never even been kissed.

Would Aidan like the fact that I was a virgin? Would he hate it? Why was I even thinking about that when I wasn’t even certain of his motives?

I huffed and stomped my foot on the wet tile, splashing water all over the floor of the massive shower.

What was wrong with me?

Maybe it was the adrenaline of being kidnapped or the excitement of having someone rescue me from Anton’s clutches. I didn’t know. Quite possibly, it wasn’t even him. At the Kozlovs’ hotel, I’d never really been left alone. There was always a servant close by, ready to help me at a moment’s notice.

I hadn’t truly been alone like this for a few weeks now.

I might have never been with a man, but I knew how to use my own fingers to please myself. I certainly wasn’t going to do it with someone else watching or within earshot, though.

The warm cascade of water pounded on my shoulders, and I tapped a few more buttons, turning on several showerheads along the walls. One of them was pointed straight at my lower belly and if I leaned backwards, the stream went a bit lower.

The moment it passed over my clit, I let out a strangled, startled moan. Immediately, I clapped my hand over my mouth. On the off chance that Aidan was close by, I didn’t want him to hear me, not like this anyway. I twisted my hips a little, making the stream glance innocently off my hip instead of directly in between my legs.

My heart pounded in my chest, thumping hard as I grappled with the anxiety that he might have heard as well as my need to keep going.

There was no doubt in my mind that the shower head could make me come.

Probably not as hard as Aidan could.

I screeched and slapped my hand against the wall. Thankfully, the noise didn’t echo too much, and I hoped that the sound proofing in this place was good enough. For a while longer, I waited in silence for him to come rushing in, but when he didn’t, I slowly started to gain my confidence back.

I knew that I needed an orgasm. Sometimes, I had difficulty sleeping because my mind wouldn’t stop whirling with possibilities or memories of the past, of things I’d said or should have said, all manner of thoughts that kept me awake. An orgasm at bedtime helped with that most of the time, and right now I felt more on edge than I’d ever been.

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