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Nikolai refused to let her.
    “We’re here.” Nikolai opened the door, stepped out, and turned to get Bianca out, but she sat in the back toward the other end of the car, refusing to get out. Really , he thought.
    “Bianca, don’t play that shit with me. Get the fuck over here.” His voice was menacing enough to scare the shit out of her, and she followed his orders.
    “Now was that so fucking hard?” She ignored him and walked forward, following Sergei into the little house that was surprisingly small. Their drive was fast, but she had been so worked up by Nikolai and his touch that she didn’t pay any attention to where they were going.
    They had just walked through the entranceway when Sergei walked into the kitchen. Bianca liked the house, but to be a bitch to her captor, she said, “Wow, jail has really brought you down from your high horse. This house is small.”
    He grabbed her wrist and turned her around to face him. His expression was plain as day; he was angry. “Bianca, stop trying to piss me off. It’s working, and you’ll be paying for it later.”
    Fear engulfed Bianca at his words. Bianca had no doubt about why he wanted her here—he was planning on screwing her. She hoped that he wasn’t like those guys into chains and whips. She cried when she got a simple cut—like hell she could tolerate intentional abuse.
    Nikolai noticed the change in her expression. She was bitchy at first, but now she looked at him in complete fear. “Bianca, as long as you behave, you don’t have shit to worry about, so stop looking at me so scared.”
    Trying to take away her fear, he bent down and kissed her soft, swollen lips. Their kiss scorched the walls. His body pushed her against the wall, pinning her there before running his hands over her tiny yet curvy body.
    “Mine,” Nikolai moaned as he squeezed her ass. She moaned out at his words of possession, causing him to pull away before he fucked her against the wall. Resting his forehead on hers, he looked down at the woman who had no idea how important she was and whispered, “Bianca, I’d never hurt you.”
    Sergei walked into the room after talking with the cook but noticed Nikolai was a bit busy. It was only after the two separated that he interrupted.
    “Nikolai, dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”
    “Thanks, Sergei.”
    “I know you’ve got to be hungry. I’m sorry that I ruined your dinner.” Nikolai was sincere, but Bianca looked at him like he was crazy.
    “That’s all you’re sorry for?” Bianca said as she moved away from him.
    “Yes, it is.” He grabbed her hand and walked her into the dining room. “I’m not sorry for taking you. I should’ve taken you yesterday, but Amber came out.”
    “You were going to kidnap me yesterday?” she asked in shock. Although at this point, nothing about his behavior should have astonished her.
    He pulled out the chair for her. “I don’t look at it like that. Now, please sit.”
    “Thank you.” She sat down as he pushed her chair in. He gave her a peck on the top of her head before taking his seat across from her. It was his considerate and sweet manners that confused her. Who was this Nikolai Rykov?
    “Would you care for some wine?”
    “I’m not old enough for wine.”
    “I’m sorry, my dear. I forget that you’re just eighteen.”
    “Yes. Probably much younger than your usual fare.”
    “I’m sorry if I offended you. Would you care for a juice box?” He was getting a little pissed with her hot and cold attitude and didn’t really understand it. Women weren’t usually combative with him. Granted, he’d never kidnapped one before, but even with his scar, women wanted to be with him.
    “Nope, I just want my mommy,” she whined like a little child just to return his dig.
    “You want to be a mommy? Don’t worry. You will be soon.” He smirked, pretending that he heard her wrong and nearly barked out a laugh when he saw the shocked look on her face.
    When she regained her