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“Just like that,” he groans, wiggling his finger over my G-spot, and floods of energy rock my body as he works his finger in and out.

“Do you want to come, Krasotka?”

I thrust my pelvis against his fingers, begging him to allow me to orgasm.

“Come for me,” he groans, breathing heavily between his increasingly ragged moans.

He presses the cold, hard gun against my skin with increasing intensity, sending yet another surge of adrenaline rushing through me.

I quickly scream as I lose control, arching my back as waves of orgasmic energy wash over me, each one feeling that it couldn’t possibly be any better, only to discover the next wave takes me even higher. “Yes, Daddy!” I muffle through his thrusts.

Shit! Did I call him Daddy again?

His wet fingers tighten around my neck as he squirts his cum down my throat. I swallow every drop and lick up any that splattered around my mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he says, giving my cheek a light tap with his palm.

He pulls the gun away to tuck himself back into his pants. In a rush, I sit up, quickly grabbing a towel to cover myself while steadying my legs at the edge of the massage table.

He moves closer to me, spreading my legs before positioning himself between them. His finger gently wipes away a drop of his cum from the corner of my lips. Bending down, he kisses me with an intense fervor, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his, drawing him even closer to me.

As he pulls away, a spark hangs in the air, and a hint of hesitation reflects in his eyes before he finally turns to leave.

“You got what you wanted. Now tell me where Petrov is!” I shout at him.

Opening the door, he looks back at me. “That was for the dinner I bought.”

Grabbing the oil bottle next to me, I hurl it at him with all my strength. It shatters against the wall, dangerously close to his head. With a mocking laugh, he turns and strolls out of the room.

I lean back onto the table, the towel sliding off me and dropping to the floor. My breaths come in quick bursts, and a giggle escapes.

He didn’t kill me! But why?

CHAPTER SIX

VALENTIN

“He’s in his office,” the receptionist informs me as I step off the elevator, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. I politely decline, craving something with a stronger kick to start my day.

As I stride down the hall, my mind is wandering back to Lexi.

No one kidnaps a Brigadier and gets away with it. No one.

Playing with her was a dangerous move. Not killing her was a mistake.

I wipe the stress from my mouth.Damn, I can still taste her on my lips.

Throwing the door open, I step into the expansive office, entering in a flurry, clearly exhausted and disheveled, my shirt badly wrinkled from the night before.

“Glad you’re alive,” Andrei Savin, my Pakhan and boss, says from behind his impressive desk, shifting his focus to me with a measured gaze.

I approach the minibar and pour myself a double Scotch. As I take a long sip, I relish the burn that flows down my throat, then settle into the chair across from him.

“I’ve heard whispers that you were kidnapped,” he remarks, a smooth grin spreading across his face as he takes a measured sip of his coffee.

I look at the drink, shaking my head slowly as I meet his gaze. “For just twenty-four hours, it’s not a big deal.”

Andrei raises an eyebrow. “So, who was it?”