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In case Natalia woke up before we reached the island, I zip-tied her ankles and wrists, then laid her on the bed. Dark curls tumbled around her shoulders before clinging to her multiple freckles, and her ankles turned red at the pressure of being bent.

She was so beautiful it hurt. She looked like an angel, but I knew she was a hellion. And she was going to be so pissed when she woke up. That thought brought a smile to my face. Revenge was so sweet.

The next morning, the boat sailed away from the island with the sun as it rose over the horizon, its rays spilling on top of the water with oranges and golds casting a warm glow over everything in view. Natalia softly snored with low moans that made me wonder what the hell she was dreaming as she lay in the guest bed of my beach house. I’d spent a fortune on this island home, but it was all mine. Who caredthat it was paid for with the blood of the mafia’s ordered killings. I slept just fine.

Having a hard time resisting the pull to see if Natalia’s lips were as soft as they looked, I stood and walked to the kitchen to make some coffee. She was going to have one hell of a headache when she woke up, but that was better than her thrashing and trying to claw my eyes out when I kidnapped her.

Even the aroma of the coffee brewing couldn’t keep my mind off her flowery scent. I wondered if her being here for a week would change it. That would be how long before the vote on who would be the next godfather in the Solntsevskaya Bratva.

My mind wandered with the possibilities of torturing her as I dressed and sat at the kitchen table, trying to read.

After my second cup, a groan sounded from the guest bedroom, then a yelp.

A smile twitched at the corners of my mouth and I slowly returned to the room.

She glared at me from the floor with hatred in her bright blue eyes. “What the holy fuck, Tomas?”

“You said you liked serial killers.” I shrugged. “I wanted to see if you meant it.”

Her face paled, but she cleared her throat. “Y-you proved your point, now cut me loose.” She drew herself up straight and offered me a brave smile, though I could see fear radiating off her in waves. I wanted to grab her and hold her and never let her go, but she had to understand that this wasn’t some weak-ass game she was playing at home with friends on Facebook. This was real life, and real life always had consequences.

“Afraid I’m not going to be able to do that.” I cleared my throat. “Not without some rules and your promise to obey them.”

She snorted. “Fuck you.” But tears filled her eyes and she shook her head. I knew better than to trust her crocodile tears.

“Well then...” I moved to the door.

“Wait, wait.” She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, whilst trying to find some control over herself. Her gaze dropped to my chest and she pressed her shoulders forward like she was trying to shrink into herself. “I have to pee. Please.”

“Okay.” I shrugged and hoisted her over my shoulder. I carried her to the walk-in shower and set her down. Then I backed out. “Go ahead.”

“You ass.” She hobbled forward, holding her tied wrists up. “Take these off.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” I closed the glass door, sealing her in. “Be sure and rinse off when you’re done.”

“Jesus Christ! Just shoot me!”

I stood there and watched her burst from tame to nuclear. My cock couldn’t help but then return to its normal position. Fuck, she aroused me in ways that had me considering joining her in the shower. Would she like what I had planned with her last night if I hadn’t knocked her out? Would she have put up a fight? I didn’t give a damn, she was in my fucking hands now. Her life was mine to do whatever the fuck I wanted with it.

Natalia Mikhailov was mine for a whole week. A woman everyone wanted. A woman every man wanted to fuck. But for now, she was mine.

“I’ll check on you later.” I walked out of the bathroom with her hurling insults that would make a sailor blush. Her screams followed me down the hallway.

“I have friends in high places, asshole.”

I shook my head and smiled at her bullshit spewing. Other than her father being connected to a mafia boss, she was a college girl. She needed to watch me slit someone’s throat and walk away without giving a shit about her pain or fear or tears. Show her that she couldn’t control me. That I was dangerous and not to be trifled with.

The thought of her watching me kill made my cock throb painfully in my jeans, and my jaw clenched even tighter.

What the hell would she think if she had a cock in that sweet mouth of hers? I’m guessing she’d lose her fucking mind as she sucked me off. How her perfect mouth would wrap around my cock.

Shit. No more fucking thoughts like that.

She was smart. Really smart. Maybe too smart. Before I could fuck her like she needed to be fucked, I needed to knock her down a peg or two. Thinking of how I’d let her go last night and her reaction, it wouldn’t be a problem. There was a sadistic streak in her I wanted to exploit.

I wanted to watch her melt at my touch so fucking badly.

I shook my head and clenched my teeth. “Stop thinking about fucking your hostage.”

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