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ahead. You won t regret it, little kitten.
A part of her hoped so, but truly, only time would tell.
The phone in her hand vibrated, shaking with the fury of the incoming call. It didn t take the
Imperial March from Star Wars belting out for her to guess it was from her father. This would
prove interesting.
She waited for Dmitri to snatch the phone from her hand. No way would he let her talk to her
dad.
With a nonchalant wave in her direction, he said, You should answer that. He s very
worried.
What, no warning to say nothing or else?
The choice is yours, little kitten. An adventure rife with pleasure, passion, and me. Or my
sudden death and a return to your boring life of before. Our future resides in your hands.
She knew what her hands would rather have a hold of. Not the best thought to have when
about to deal with the devil that loved her. Taking a deep breath first, she answered. Hello, Daddy.
And yes, she did use her most guileless, little girl voice.
Don t hello me. Where the fuck are you? I know something s happened. I fucking knew I
should have killed that goddamn prick when I first saw him eyeballing you like a piece of bloody
steak.
Daddy. Language! She mimicked her mother s pitch perfectly.
Don t you pull that with me! I ll say whatever I goddamn please when my baby girl goes
missing.
I m hardly missing. I know exactly where I am. I m here, talking to you right now.
She could almost see the steam blowing out her father s ears. Don t you pull that semantic
shit with me. You know I hate it when your mother does it.
She grinned. He did, which was why her mother kept doing it. Miss Manners 101 cater to
your man but always keep him guessing. Is there any reason why there s like a zillion calls and
messages to my phone?
You can t just vanish in the night with all your shit and not expect us to get worried. If that
Russian prick has you& He trailed off ominously.
She stood and walked away with her phone pressed to her ear, doing her best to ignore Dmitri
as he paced her.
Despite Dmitri affecting a feigned nonchalance, the predator in her could sense the tension
coiled in him. If she had to guess, she d wager if she said the wrong thing he d lunge to steal back her
phone.
Two words. Two words was all it would take to have Daddy and all of the prides he was
affiliated with on a plane to Moscow to get her back.
Two words such as save me .
Two words to change the course of her future.
I m fine. Super fine as a matter of fact, especially since I escaped before disaster really
struck. You know what happens when Meena and I stay in one place too long together. There was a
reason their father had learned carpentry, plumbing, and electrical wiring as they grew up. It was
cheaper than keeping a handyman on retainer. Besides, before Meena s surprise wedding, I already
had plans to meet friends in New York. We re going to do some shopping.
You left without a word to go shopping? The doubtful tone in her father s voice almost
made her laugh.
Prada s got their new line of purses coming out, and I ve been saving.
You worried us for a purse?
Not just any purse. A Prada, Daddy. Mother would understand. When in doubt, toss her
mother at him. For some reason, he never argued with her.
You re sure you re okay? Aha, there was the crack of doubt she d chiseled.
Never better. She met Dmitri s gaze as she uttered the claim, and oddly enough, she meant
it.
Forget trepidation or anxiety over what the tiger wanted from her.
Excitement coursed through her veins. Anticipation awakened her senses.
She assured her father a few half-dozen more times she was fine before she finally managed to
hang up.
During it all, Dmitri played silent spectator. Then again, why speak when he practically
undressed her with his eyes and then visually stroked every inch of her body?
It was more than a girl could handle, and there was nothing technically stopping her from
indulging. Women had sex all the time. Casual sex even. She d held back for so long. She d held on to
an ideal that might never happen.
So what if he doesn t love me yet? We are married. He s mine. She had the choice if she
wanted to make this marriage real. To have him in her life, in her bed, and in her heart.
What about inside me?
Desire made her bold.
Tossing the phone to the side, she flung herself on the couch, spread her arms wide, and
exclaimed, Take me. I m yours.
It might have proven sexier if the French provincial sofa, with its carved spindle legs, hadn t
collapsed on the floor.
Chapter Nine
Any other man might have dove on the offering. His little kitten surely tempted with her hair in
disarray, her chignon, with all the abuse it had taken, a mess. She wasn t exactly attired in siren
clothing, given he d had her dressed by a female staff member of the hotel into something more
covering and practical than her wedding apparel. However, the baggy athletic pants and sweatshirt,
while not sexy, did not detract from her loveliness.
And she invited him with arms and eyes wide open, ignoring the fact the couch tilted as the
broken side sat on the floor.
She wanted him. So why did he hesitate?
Are you trying to get me close so you can attempt injury to my organs? His sister enjoyed
using that ploy and then taunted him with dire threats that if he told their mother it would prove he
was a pussy.
Siblings sucked.
Teena shook her head. I wouldn t do that.
Are you hoping to knock me unconscious so you can flee?
Somehow I doubt I have anything solid enough to manage that.
True, he did have a hard head.
Then what is your angle? Other than the angle she currently splayed in, tilted head down,
torso in an odd slump. It was strangely adorable.
I just wanted to cuddle. No big deal. We are married, right? She kind of shrugged. At least
she rolled her shoulders, which caused her to slip off the slanted cushions and hit the floor. But she
recovered quickly and sat with one leg extended, the other bent, as she leaned back on her arms,
thrusting her chest out enticingly.
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