Chapter 12
CHAPTER
TWELVE
GEORGIA
I wake with a start in the middle of the night.
My heart beats wildly, a thin sheen of sweat covering my forehead and body.
Images from the nightmare I had are still close at hand.
Images of Oleg tying me up, forcing my legs open and demanding entry into my body.
Just reliving the dream makes me dry heave, and I run to the bathroom before I am sick all over the floor.
Nothing comes up. Just fear, which I attempt to douse with cold water splashed all over my face.
The dream only serves to remind me I need to find a way out of here before I am back in Oleg’s clutches.
The Kozlovs might believe their training is enough to save me, but I know the truth.
Once I’m in Oleg’s home, there'll be no salvation. He’ll bend me, break me, take what he wants from me and then discard me like yesterday’s trash.
And then there is Andrei.
Andrei may be the most dangerous of all. The way my body reacted to him in the hallway, holding back nothing, wanting him to take more than he did. He’s my captor, not my lover, and the sooner I’m gone, the better.
That’s why I need to get far away, and that planning needs to start now.
Wrapping a silk robe around me, I head for the door of my room and step out into the hallway.
Miraculously, there are no guards standing watch.
I imagine it has more to do with the elaborate security system throughout the mansion, rather than any trust in me, but I still say a silent prayer of thanks.
Moving through the quiet halls, I retrace my steps towards the library.
I’m hoping I will find a clue to tell me where we are.
I’m sure I’ve smelled the tang of salt in the air, as if we’re near the ocean, but not the busy Brighton Beach shoreline that I’m used to.
This air is cleaner here. Considering the brief flight from Oleg’s estate, I’m confident we’re somewhere on Long Island, likely in the Hamptons, which means it’s possible for me to escape by foot.
As isolated as this place seems, Long Island is tiny.
If I could just find a map of the area, or blueprints of the house—something, anything to help orient myself, it would make a big difference.
My slippers are soundless as I carefully pick my way through the halls to find myself in front of the tall doors to the library. I’m surprised I haven’t bumped into a guard roaming around, but even if I did, who could fault me for needing a book to help me sleep? It’s a rock solid excuse.
As I enter the library, my gaze is pulled to the solid wood writing desk in the corner.
I know this is not Andrei’s main office, but Natalia has mentioned he enjoys working here occasionally.
Swallowing the ball of fear in my throat, I walk towards the desk and try the top drawer.
As expected, it’s locked. I hurriedly check the bottom drawers of the desk, and they are all locked as well.
I pull my robe tighter around me, casting a searching look around the room.
I approach the shelves, scanning to see if I can find a book that might hold a clue to where we are.
The books are meticulously organized by subject.
There is a section for literary classics, art guides, even cookbooks, and then on a lower shelf under the picture window is a section for outdoor and recreation.
One guidebook in particular catches my eye.
Pulling it from the shelf, I find it’s a sailing guide to Long Island Sound.
I drop to my haunches and nearly laugh out loud with giddiness. I was right! We are on Long Island and this guide might be the key to finding out exactly where. Flipping through the pages, I search for any pencil markings or notes in the margins that could provide clues.
“Krasotka.” The vibration of Andrei’s low voice washes over me. “What are you doing here?”
I freeze, my blood solidifying in my veins as his shadow dances along the floor.
Fuck. Of all the people who had to find me…
“I couldn’t sleep,” I gulp. “Bad dream.”
My mouth goes dry when I get a glimpse of him. Moonlight leaks through the soaring windows, illuminating his muscular chest peeking through his open dress shirt. He’s abandoned his blazer, his tie loose around his neck, a whisky glass in his hand.
“Is this how you relax after having a bad dream? Reading sailing guides.”
I stand to meet his gaze head on. “Yes. I happen to enjoy sailing.”
He laughs heartily at that. “I’m sure you do.” He bends, bringing his lips against my ear. His voice is practically a sensual purr. “What were you hoping to find in the library, krasotka? Are you looking for a way to escape from me?”
“Of course not.”
“Don’t lie to me. It will only make it worse when I punish you.”
Heat floods my core. Logically, I know he’s the enemy—he abducted me, demanded my obedience, and much worse—yet the sight of him overwhelms my senses, awakening a dormant need inside me.
He lifts his head, and I see an answering hunger in his amber gaze. His eyes rake down my body, hot and possessive, admiring my every curve hugged in silk.
“I suppose it’s normal to think of escape. Even when it’s impossible.” He looks like he almost feels bad for me, but I know better than to believe his false sympathy. “What should I do with you?”
“Let me go.”
“Make me.”
Anger becomes my best friend, exploding in my chest. I back-up, desperate to get away from him, but he reaches out and grabs my wrist. His hand is a shackle, holding me in place. I struggle to get him to release my arm, but his grip remains as strong as iron.
A slow, evil smile builds on his face. “Enough talk of freedom. What do you really want?” He looks down at my sheer nightdress. “The other day, you wanted more from me. You craved it. The proof was all over my fingers.”
He’s right, and I can’t fight him anymore.
I’m dying for him, and he knows it. His eyes darken, and he pulls me towards him, his tongue gliding over the seam of my mouth, sucking at my sensitive lower lip.
Heat washes through me and my lips part for him.
He releases a low moan of satisfaction, plunging his tongue into my mouth, tasting me, conquering me.
His taste is intoxicating, and nothing else matters right now. It’s just him and me, and that crackle of white hot electricity that snaps between us.
My insides go liquid as my nipples harden. Every cell in my body is attuned to him and what’s going to happen next.
ANDREI
Before I give in to Georgia, I need to know what she’s thinking. Because the last time this happened between us, she was soaked in regret afterwards.
I pull away from her, and she releases an annoyed groan.
“Ty krasivaya,” I say. Her intense eyes study my face, as she attempts to make sense of my words.
“Beautiful.” I tell her, brushing her hair behind her back, so I have an unimpeded view of her creamy skin.
She doesn’t react to my words, just continues to study me, her eyes hooded with lust. “Is this what you want, Georgia? My hands on your body?”
In place of words, her fingers creep into my hair and pull me towards her. Standing on her tiptoes, she leans in and runs her tongue along my jawline. Jesus, that’s all the answer I need.
I spin her around and push her up against the wall. She doesn’t move a muscle, breath caught in her throat as she waits to see what I have planned for her.
“You naughty, naughty girl,” I breathe into her ear. “Trying to escape. Let this serve as a lesson.”
I slide my hand under her nightgown to find her bare. No panties, good lord. Caressing her full cheeks, my touch is deceptively tender before it turns rough. Her body stiffens in shock when I deliver a hard smack to her beautiful ass.
“What the—” she cries out.
“Careful,” I threaten. “You don’t want to finish that sentence.”
I slap her other cheek, gloating when she releases a cry of pleasure, not pain.
Her excitement is confirmed when I stuff her with my fingers and find her dripping wet.
I can hear the moisture with every pump inside of her.
Her head falls back against my shoulder as she releases a deep moan that goes straight to my cock.
I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her, needing to consume more of her.
I know this is wrong. It’s what I said I wouldn’t do. But after lusting over her for days on end and two shots of Macallan, I find I just don’t care anymore.
“Better keep it down. Others might hear you. One of my guards could come running in here and catch us.”
The threat of being heard only drags her closer to the edge.
I turn her around, needing to see her face when I touch her.
A shiver works through her body, and I press myself against her perfect curves.
One hand works her pussy, the other hand lands on her breast. Seeking her nipple, I pinch and roll the little bud between my fingers.
Her core tightens around my insistent fingers and I know she’s on the verge of release.
I bring her close to the edge, and then, in a blink, I pull my fingers out of her.
Her eyes snap open. “Andrei,” she gasps. “Please… I need more.”
I chuckle low against her throat. “It’s your punishment for snooping around the library. You don’t get to come until you tell me what you were looking for. A secret exit, perhaps?”
It takes her a moment to understand me, still lost in the fog of sexual desire. When it clears, a low growl rises in her throat.
“You are a real ass,” she says boldly, but she doesn’t make a move. My hand is still cupping her bare pussy, moving just the tiniest fraction, a tease to keep her in place.
“I’ve been accused of worse,” I say with an arrogant wink. “Now tell me and I’ll let you come.”
Georgia attempts to pull away from me, but my grip on her is tight. She looks perfect like this. A flush of arousal colors her high cheekbones, while her eyes burn bright with anger.
She’s not making this easy, but I know how to make her talk.
Without warning, I sink to my knees in front of her, lifting her nightgown and wrapping one long leg over my shoulder.
She’s forced to grip the back of my head to keep her balance, and as she does, I spread her pussy lips and dive in.
A few hard pulls on her sweet little clit with my mouth and she’s babbling incoherently.
This time when I pull back, the loss is even more pronounced.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Admit you were trying to escape,” I say, my warm breath sliding over her drenched pussy.
She fists my hair with one hand as I run my tongue once through her slit. She groans.
“I just want to know where we are.”
“To escape?”
“Yes, to fucking escape,” she cries. “I never asked for any of this.”
A few gentle flicks of my tongue, and then I say, “It’s useless, krasotka. There is no escape. From here or from me.”
I don’t make her promise not to try to escape again, because I know it would be a lie. I just wanted her to admit it.
Attacking her with my mouth, I tongue fuck her with the ferocity of a starved man. And I am starved. For her, her taste, her little breathless moans. All of it.
The addition of two fingers pumped inside of her, along with my tongue flicking her clit, makes her explode.
“Oh god,” she cries out as her cunt spasms, milking my fingers deep inside of her. My tongue and fingers working in tandem, wring every last drop of the orgasm out of her.
She’s still breathing heavily as she untangles herself from me, closing her eyes, refusing to acknowledge my presence. She’s hiding from me, probably filled with shame about what just happened.
My cock twitches, eager for its turn, but that’s not happening. Not tonight. Not ever.
I step back and release her from my grasp. Georgia turns to reach for her discarded robe. Tension ripples along her back, but she says nothing. Something has changed between us and I know she can feel it too.
I don’t comfort her. I don’t bother with any soothing words. It would just be false.
I turn and leave like smoke in the wind.