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of stunning.
    High-end antiques, the kind you can only find overseas in Europe, were scattered all around the room.
    Large six-foot vases, adorned in golden luxury, were placed on either side of the entrance to what I assumed was a bathroom. A huge walk-in closet was over to the side of the massive four-poster bed that I still lied in.
    The Egyptian cotton sheets were the softest I’d ever felt. It was obvious my blackmailer was rich from his illegal activities. I wrapped the sheet around my nude body and made my way to the bathroom. Though there was a Jacuzzi tub that tempted me, I chose to jump in the shower instead. I needed to get to work and carry on with my life as if a known killer hadn’t just kidnapped and threatened me.
    When I found my brand of shampoo and conditioner in Glazov’s shower, I should have realized Glazov had been keeping tabs on me since before my employee confided in me about her debt. How long had he been watching her? More importantly, how long had he been watching me?
    I let the warm water cascade down my sore body. What I didn’t understand was why the rough sex Glazov subjected me to the night before turned me on so much.
    I opened the shower door and jumped when I saw Glazov leaning against the bathroom sink and eyeing me coldly. He’d been silently watching me through the shower door, and I hadn’t even noticed. I noted he had a tendency to stalk me. I would be more careful from now on; my life wasn’t my own anymore. I gathered my senses and grabbed a towel. I flipped my head over and wrapped my hair in it turban style.
    I grabbed the other towel, wrapped it around my body, and then moved to exit the shower as if his presence was no big deal. I turned, rubbed my hands over the fog on the mirror, and then grabbed my purse to begin the task of applying my make-up.
    I felt his strong hands grip my shoulders, and he turned me around to face him. “Where are you flying away to, my Ptichka? Did I give you permission to go, or did you forget our arrangement so quickly? I would hate to see your friend meet an untimely demise.”
    “I have to go to work, Glazov.”
    He chewed up and down my neck as his hands removed the towel covering my body.
    “I have to go home.”
    “You said that you were going to work, Ptichka. Which is it?”
    He sunk his teeth into the curve where my neck met my shoulder, and a jolt of desire coursed through me.
    He turned and lifted my body before he set me on the counter. His thick Russian accent sounded more pronounced than usual as he whispered threats in my ear. “I’m watching you, Ptichka. I’m always watching you.”
    I jumped as he pinched my still sore inner thigh. I knew it was his way of commanding me to spread my legs again.
    “I like watching you.” He thrust his middle finger into me, manipulating my clit with his thumb while he talked. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
    He was right in my face and glaring at me as my breathing became labored and my head flopped to the side. “Fucking you last night was like coming home. I’m not letting you go anywhere, not today and maybe not ever.”
    He picked me up, and my head fell against his large chest as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He didn’t feel like my captor or my blackmailer right now; he felt like a man my body was screaming out in need for.
    He laid me back down on the bed and tore out of his clothing, eyeing me as if he were a man starved and I was a smorgasbord. I watched as he, once again, tore into a condom packet and sheathed his large member.
    He pinned my legs back and buried his face into my wet hair. “Beg me to fuck you, Ptichka.”
    I sucked in my breath as he pushed his full girth into my tight opening. “Please, Glazov, don’t hurt me.” I could feel my opening stretch to accommodate his size.
    “I want to hurt you. There may come a day that you beg me to hurt you.”
    “Fuck me, Glazov! You feel so good.”
    He straightened and placed one of my legs over his