Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Suddenly breathless, I turn back to the stairs and continue upward. I pause at the next landing.
“One more.”
At the top of the last flight of stairs is an enormous bedroom, clearly the prince’s chambers. It’s as beautiful as the rest of the house, with hardwood oak floors polished to a sheen and covered in a thick, plush shag orange rug. There are large windows on three of the walls. On the fourth wall is a closet and an en-suite bathroom with a small window.
It’s surprisingly cheery for a criminal’s lair.
There’s a king-size, four-post bed draped in what looks like a fluffy goose-down comforter in a dove grey silk duvet. Like Benjamin, the bedding shows measured control. The bed is made, but the king-sized feather pillows mound in a casual heap at the head.
Benjamin props the suitcase he carried on its side on a footstool and unzips it. “I’ll get a second dresser in here for your folded things. For now, there’s plenty of room and hangers in the closet.”
He walks into the closet, pulling the gun he took from me from his waistband. He opens a safe, and I catch sight of stacks of cash when he deposits it inside.
I’m too tired to unpack. I just want a shower and to go to bed.
“Where do I sleep?”
I’m not sure why I bother asking. It’s obvious where he expects me to sleep. In his giant bed.
With him.
As exhausted as I am, my body heats at the thought of being under those covers with him.
“In my bed.”
Something about the way he enunciates each word makes me whirl to see his face. My lips part to draw a breath when I catch the way he’s looking at me.
Like a hunter who just caught his prey. Like a hungry lion looking at his next meal.
His gaze sends an electric zing right between my legs. My pussy clenches. Clit throbs.
But I refuse to be turned on by the idea of him claiming me.
“I’m not sleeping in that bed with you.” I suspect this battle is already lost, but I’d have no self-respect if I didn’t make my resistance clear.
Benjamin shakes his head with mock remorse. “My wife doesn’t sleep on the floor.”
“You could.” Maybe not my most forceful argument. Like I said, I don’t have high hopes of winning this one.
“Not in my house. Not with my wife in the room.”
“I’m not your wife yet,” I say stiffly.
His eyes glitter with anticipation. “Tomorrow, printsessa.”
I stand on trembling legs, staring at him. For some unfathomable reason, my panties are damp, and I can’t stop wondering what happens tomorrow when we come back to this bedroom.
“There are towels and washcloths in the bathroom. Do you need anything else?”
“To go back to Paris.” My voice wobbles, and I curse myself for showing him my pain.
He closes the distance between us, and I suddenly find myself in his arms.
I push against his chest, but he catches the back of my head and angles my face up to his. “I know you didn’t ask for this.” He catches my gaze and holds it. “Neither did I. But we’re going to make the best of it.”
I want to fight him, but tears make his face blurry.
“Together, malyshka. We’re a team now.”
He takes mercy on me and releases me from his gaze, pulling my face against his chest.
I don’t want to take comfort from him. I hate the sob that climbs up my throat, but when he kisses the top of my head, it comes out in a huff. I squeeze my eyes closed, and tears soak his shirt.
His thumb massages the base of my skull. It feels wonderful.
No. I will not fall for this nice guy act. I know he’s anything but.
“Don’t,” I choke and push him away, and he allows it.
“We’re not a team. I’m your prisoner. And I’ll be fighting you every inch of the way.” I lurch toward the bathroom. When I turn to shut the door, I see him still standing there, watching me. The tiny smile that plays on his lips tells me my instincts were right.
Benjamin Baranov is not a nice guy.
He’s the devil.
Chapter Three
Baron
I head downstairs to find everyone waiting for me.
Right. In another quick revision of plans, I decide to bring them all in on this with me.
If I’m keeping a secret from my bride, I’d rather not also keep it from my team. My best friends. I need their support.
“Meeting in half an hour in the dungeon,” I say. The dungeon is soundproof and operates with fingerprint locks. People in the rest of the house–mainly, my reluctant bride–can’t hear anything we do or say down there. “Are Alex and Feliks back from practice?”
Leo checks the camera monitors on his phone. “They’re walking up right now.”
“Good. Tell them about the meeting. Oh–also–Melinda Tracy is banned from Baranov House this year. Make sure everyone knows.”