It had been two weeks since Vlad had brought Jane to his mansion. She was now well into her recovery except for some residual stiffness and becoming easily exhausted. Jane was beginning to find the pampered life to which Vlad subjected her entirely too stifling. She was used to hunting down leads, and if she was lucky, bad guys. She didn't particularly enjoy lazing around in bed with unlimited magazines and books at her disposal. She had memorized every inch of his backyard, including the guard's rotation (if Vlad were nice to her she would mention the alarming predictability of his security team). She'd reorganized every single article of his clothing, more for her amusement than his convenience. And catalogued the contents of the bathroom. Twice.She was over being an invalid. And when Jane was over something, she became cranky, unpredictable and possibly a little stabby.Vladimir entered his bedroom without knocking. Though she was getting used to his casual invasion of her privac
Sitnikov dragged her through the house without another word to Boris, who continued to stand stoically by the front doors. Jane was forced to hurry after Sitnikov, his iron grip on her wrist never slackening. She was confused when they exited the back of the house and glanced around her looking for where he might be headed. Her bare feet barely had time to touch the spongy grass as he pulled her mercilessly behind him toward the tree line far back on the property. Finally she saw it, the place he must be taking her too. It was a concrete wall with a door built into the side of a rise in the landscaping. When they approached the wall he unlocked the door using a keypad and heaved it open. The chill air washed over her, causing her to unconsciously step closer to her tormentor in a fruitless attempt at finding warmth and security. She was horrified at all the possibilities for his having an underground facility on his property. This would be where he conducted the business that couldn
Vlad stalked away from the underground bunker, swearing viciously into the emptiness surrounding him. He knew there were men patrolling the land, but they knew better than to interrupt the Boss when he was working in the bunker. They were highly trained and intelligent, which is why they were rarely seen unless he wanted them visible. He shoved a hand through his hair and contemplated whether he'd made a mistake in locking Jane in the cell where she would be alone in the cold and darkness. He hated the thought of her even knowing that room existed, let alone her becoming a resident. If she weren't so damn stubborn he wouldn't have to resort to breaking her down as he might an enemy. Why didn't the woman just yield to him? Then he could have what he wanted, Jane in his home and his bed, warm and willing. He would shower her with gifts and lavish attention on every delectable inch of her curvy little body. Yet somehow he couldn't picture her happily spending her days shopping and ra
Sitnikov let out an involuntary sound of disgust and snapped, "Of course not!""No?" she said. "Then why did you bring me here. This doesn't seem like a place you would bring the woman you want to have sex with."She rolled over to look at him. Her arms remained wrapped around her middle, protectively. He hated the accusing look in her eyes, tempered with fear of him. He'd wanted to frighten her into talking, but he didn't like the result his actions got. "Jane, I could never bring myself to kill you, despite what you know of me.""But you would hurt me?" She pushed herself up on the dirty mattress, wincing slightly and pushing a hand through her disheveled black hair, fluffing it around her head like a halo. It had gotten longer in the past weeks she had been with him, it reached past her shoulders now. He liked the severe, straight style she usually wore, but he loved the slightly longer wavy look on her. He couldn't lie to her, she needed to know what it would be like to live w
Jane stared up at Vlad and slowly surrendered. She was in his control, living in his house, surviving by his grace and quite literally pinned beneath the grip of his powerful hand. He wanted her. It was in his every word and action. She had fought him, repeatedly, and she had failed on every level. And God help her, she wanted him too. Even as he threatened to crush her and force her surrender, her body melted for him. Her heart sped up and her pussy heated up at the thought of his big, hard body taking hers.Slowly, her body slumped against the door, held up only by his grip. She read the triumph in his dark eyes and looked away before she got pissed off and did something they would both regret. Again. Slowly Vlad removed his grip on her throat and ran his hand in a heavy caress down her arm until he reached her waist. Then he took her in a firm grip and held her against his side while he entered a series of digits that would open the thick metal door.Jane was grateful for the tall
His hands swept her body as he took over, brushing aside her hesitant touches and returning them with bruising, passionate caresses that seemed to touch her everywhere at once. Jane gasped when he reached down to yank the delicate cloth of her panties down her thighs. She lifted her legs to help him pull them off and arched into the heat of his body as he slid his long fingers back up the side of her naked body.Jane reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled Vlad's head down to her lips for another fiery kiss. She loved the feel of his firm mouth against her soft one, dominating her with his consuming caress. He growled into her mouth and returned the kiss with as much force as she could have asked for and more. She felt him shifting above her and realized that he was unzipping and pulling off his pants. Her mouth opened wide in a gasp when she felt his hot, bare flesh against her inner thigh.He kneeled on the bed above her and took her thighs in his large hands. Jane
Jane woke suddenly, disoriented and wondering why her chest felt so heavy. She realized right away it was the buzzing of her phone that woken her and that Vlad's arm lay across her chest, pinning her to the mattress. In the past week she had found out he was a light sleeper. Not wanting to wake him, she edged her arm out from under the covers and reached for her phone on the bedside table. She was a little surprised Vlad hadn't also woken to the buzzing sound. He must be tired, having to split his attention between his criminal empire and his new toy, she thought cynically. She depressed the button on her smartphone and read the message.The rat is in the cage.Jane smiled at the melodramatic, old-school copper language Des was using, but excitement filled her. She had to tell herself to breath calmly or she would wake Vlad. She was more than ready to confront the man who shot her in cold blood. She could kiss Desiree for setting it up for her. Now all she had to do was get out of Vl
It was a simple trick. Jane used her connection with Claudia Cantore to send Boris running from the house. She 'let' him overhear a fake conversation between herself and the blond woman about Laney being in trouble at the club. Even though Jane had set him up, she was shocked at how fast the man had run to rescue the little Asian woman. He was going to be pissed when he found Laney to be safe and sound and in zero need of his intervention. Sometimes being a PI really paid off. She'd learned about Boris' unrequited feelings for Laney ages ago and had been waiting months to use that piece of gossip to her advantage.Several minutes after Boris had left, Vlad exited his office to head into the city for his meeting. She tossed him a cold look when he suggested she might miss him. He laughed and kissed her hard enough on the mouth that she gasped and her lips tingled from the pressure. Vlad did like to make an impression.?"Where is Boris?" he asked.Jane's heart sped up and she dropped