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Authors: Eve Langlais
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apologize tonight to Dmitri as he discovered another of her quirks. Inexperience.
And no, she was too embarrassed to explain how a girl her age was still a virgin.
He, on the other hand, obviously knew his way around a woman. The thought caused a twinge of jealousy, a twinge that made her understand why her sister reacted so violently with those who touched her Leo.
No one touches what is ours.
Dmitri, though, he could touch her all he wanted.
Anywhere…
Hold on. Stop right there. Had she lost her mind? She barely knew him. How could she think of letting him touch her, and so intimately?
He’s a stranger.
Yet so decadently, exotically sexy.
A male who drew her.
My husband.
Hers to touch. Kiss. Love if she so chose.
She could also make him love her.
Make him mine, all mine.
What a delightful concept. Except he didn’t seem keen on the whole claiming part, given he stood across the room pouring himself a beverage from a crystal-faceted decanter.
With her hands clasped in her lap, she asked the question burning inside her. “What happens now?” Would he ravish her as the next step in his ploy to reenact the romances he emulated. Should she splay herself on a couch in a pose of acceptance?
Lifting his glass, he swirled the contents before taking a sip. “In about fifteen minutes, we will leave for the airstrip. We will fly to my home in Russia. Your home now as well. But first, we must ensure your family”—his lips twisted—“does not follow. I should hate to have to kill them, especially as they would only be acting in your defense.”
“You’d kill them?” she squeaked.
He rolled his eyes. “Well of course I would if they tried to take you from me. You are mine now.”
The shiver that went through her had nothing to do with the ominous lowering of his voice as he claimed her, but more with excitement.
How decadent and sexy it sounded when he said it. But still… “I wouldn’t like it if you killed my family.”
“Then you will do your best to assure them that you are all right.” How easily said.
Not so easily done. “What am I supposed to tell them? They’ll never believe me if I said I was so enamored of you we eloped.”
“And are you?” He fixed her with his mesmerizing gaze.
“Am I what?”
“Enamored of me?” He asked it in a teasing tone, yet was it her, or was there a serious undercurrent within his query?
Surely not. He hadn’t married her because of some truly ardent need and desire for her. He merely wished to claim ownership of her genes—and use her wide hips.
Yet, despite his initial reasons, the end result remained the same. He’s mine as much as I am his.
The very concept thrilled. However, she could almost hear Luna screech, “Stockholm syndrome!”
But was he truly her captor?
He was definitely impatient, or so she gathered, given his actions. However, other than marrying her before she could realize what had happened, and a sedative so she wouldn’t get him killed, he’d done nothing more dangerous than give her that wicked smile of his.
Well, he did kiss me.
That probably counted as dangerous, but in a way she wanted more of.
As to him posing another threat… No manacles tethered her in place. No guards held weapons trained on her.
But I’ll bet if I try to walk out the door, he stops me.
The electric thrill almost made her try.
A phone waggled in front of her. Her phone, as a matter of fact, which showed a plethora of missed calls and messages when she logged in.
Oh-no.
“How long was I out?” she asked, thumbing through the texts.
“Almost an entire day.”
“A day!”
“I needed time to alibi myself as well as secret you away.”
“How did you do that? I mean surely someone saw you lugging my unconscious body.” Because the last thing she remembered was being in his arms, engaged in a torrid embrace.
Judging by the sudden flare of his nostrils and the smoldering interest in his eyes, he remembered too. “Being a man of
And no, she was too embarrassed to explain how a girl her age was still a virgin.
He, on the other hand, obviously knew his way around a woman. The thought caused a twinge of jealousy, a twinge that made her understand why her sister reacted so violently with those who touched her Leo.
No one touches what is ours.
Dmitri, though, he could touch her all he wanted.
Anywhere…
Hold on. Stop right there. Had she lost her mind? She barely knew him. How could she think of letting him touch her, and so intimately?
He’s a stranger.
Yet so decadently, exotically sexy.
A male who drew her.
My husband.
Hers to touch. Kiss. Love if she so chose.
She could also make him love her.
Make him mine, all mine.
What a delightful concept. Except he didn’t seem keen on the whole claiming part, given he stood across the room pouring himself a beverage from a crystal-faceted decanter.
With her hands clasped in her lap, she asked the question burning inside her. “What happens now?” Would he ravish her as the next step in his ploy to reenact the romances he emulated. Should she splay herself on a couch in a pose of acceptance?
Lifting his glass, he swirled the contents before taking a sip. “In about fifteen minutes, we will leave for the airstrip. We will fly to my home in Russia. Your home now as well. But first, we must ensure your family”—his lips twisted—“does not follow. I should hate to have to kill them, especially as they would only be acting in your defense.”
“You’d kill them?” she squeaked.
He rolled his eyes. “Well of course I would if they tried to take you from me. You are mine now.”
The shiver that went through her had nothing to do with the ominous lowering of his voice as he claimed her, but more with excitement.
How decadent and sexy it sounded when he said it. But still… “I wouldn’t like it if you killed my family.”
“Then you will do your best to assure them that you are all right.” How easily said.
Not so easily done. “What am I supposed to tell them? They’ll never believe me if I said I was so enamored of you we eloped.”
“And are you?” He fixed her with his mesmerizing gaze.
“Am I what?”
“Enamored of me?” He asked it in a teasing tone, yet was it her, or was there a serious undercurrent within his query?
Surely not. He hadn’t married her because of some truly ardent need and desire for her. He merely wished to claim ownership of her genes—and use her wide hips.
Yet, despite his initial reasons, the end result remained the same. He’s mine as much as I am his.
The very concept thrilled. However, she could almost hear Luna screech, “Stockholm syndrome!”
But was he truly her captor?
He was definitely impatient, or so she gathered, given his actions. However, other than marrying her before she could realize what had happened, and a sedative so she wouldn’t get him killed, he’d done nothing more dangerous than give her that wicked smile of his.
Well, he did kiss me.
That probably counted as dangerous, but in a way she wanted more of.
As to him posing another threat… No manacles tethered her in place. No guards held weapons trained on her.
But I’ll bet if I try to walk out the door, he stops me.
The electric thrill almost made her try.
A phone waggled in front of her. Her phone, as a matter of fact, which showed a plethora of missed calls and messages when she logged in.
Oh-no.
“How long was I out?” she asked, thumbing through the texts.
“Almost an entire day.”
“A day!”
“I needed time to alibi myself as well as secret you away.”
“How did you do that? I mean surely someone saw you lugging my unconscious body.” Because the last thing she remembered was being in his arms, engaged in a torrid embrace.
Judging by the sudden flare of his nostrils and the smoldering interest in his eyes, he remembered too. “Being a man of
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