HAZEL -I awoke startled by a banging noise of some sort. My vision is blurry as I spot some figure slowly approaching me. Gradually my vision begins to clear and I stare in horror at the figure before me."Rise and shine bįtch," Ilona greets with evil merriment.I try sitting up, but realize my hands and legs are bound by duct tape and rope. Even my mouth is sealed by the tape. My eyes frantically flit about in search of Bev and Katie. Where were they?I find myself sitting on a bed in an empty room with the exception of Ilona. Sunlight pours in harshly from one of the ceiling-to-floor windows while the rest are concealed by drapes."You thought you'd get away with ruining everything I had with Vladimir?" Ilona questions in an eerie disquietude.I merely blink up at her in a mixture of confusion and fear. She begins to inch closer and I try shifting away."Three years I spent trying to make him love me back and it nearly happened until your filthy Muslim áss interfered!" She shouts

The ferocity of the wind whipped his face like a thousand needles, as he stared down through the open doorway of the jet. Down below, the city lights of Dubai sparkled like lost jewels amongst the desert.He rechecked his black parachute backpack, and then adjusted his silver face mask. Before he knew it, adrenaline pumped through his body at rapid speed as he leaped out into the sky.He loved every second of it, as the pressure of the wind unsuccessfully battered his strong body. He loved the feeling of abundant freedom in the skies. The first time he had done this was at the age of eighteen and sensed what it must feel like for a bird. After that day, he'd skydive for enjoyment and thrill often enough.He had become so good at it that he'd practice landing on painted targets and buildings. His uncle Dimitri was beyond impressed that he enlisted Vladimir as a tutor in this art for any of his other cousins to learn. Both Yigor and Serge were keen on the lessons and learned fast. Yet G

Hazel's POV"Shhh, it's alright," A deep masculine voice as soft as velvet reassures, cool breath fanning over my forehead. "Just a dream...shhh.""S-Some dark..." I utter groggily to the comforting voice, unable to open my sleep-laden eyes. "Sh-Shadows are getting me,""I'm here now.." The low voice imbues with concern.I can only manage to hum a reply of relief. I snuggle in the direction of that velvety voice.My face buries against a hard yet steadily heaving chest. I inhale a scent, familiarly intoxicating.A soft and deep masculine chuckle emits from the crevice of this person's throat. Their chest vibrates from the sound.I can't help but find it pleasant. An irrepressible tingly sensation pools between my legs. Yet exhaustion overtook my body instead.I feel strong arms encircling my frame. I start drifting to a slumber deeper, more peaceful than I've ever felt. All the while, I feel fingers stroking gently at my face. In the recesses of my mind, thoughts sprinkle like a drizzl

Vladimir's POV"Another toast to the newlyweds, may God bless you both abundantly!" Dimitri Molotov announces while raising his glass. He couldn't appear more exuberant after consuming more than his share of liquor tonight. His overjoyed intoxicated eyes shone brightly over his most beloved nephew as he continues well-wishing. "Live long happy healthy lives.""Amen to that!" Yigor vigorously nods his approval as he chugs another shot of vodka.Both Serge and Grigori pause their game of billiards as they also bestow adulations on their blonde cousin who at the moment, sported a satisfactory expression.Currently, they were spending the evening in the lounge, after dining over a sumptuous wedding feast. The dusky sky was dragging outside of the windows, as impatience ran its course through Vladimir. Yet he wouldn't dare rush his uncle out of the villa, for he was most grateful that his uncle had decidedly overlooked the rules he had broken in order to rescue her.His uncle had insisted

Hazel's POV I woke up in the middle of the night with a parched mouth, craving water. My body felt hot and heavy like a ton of bricks from a brick oven. Shifting from my side to my back, I can't help but wince in pain as my derrière touches the mattress. That's when I remember, the agonizing humiliation I had been subjected to by the demon hours ago.In repleted shame, I turn my head in his direction. The moonlight was partially blanketed by wispy clouds, yet filtered through the cavernous balcony window eerily. I couldn't see his features from the darkness that enshrouded the room, except for the outline of his wide masculine figure, which lay beside me.What has my life come to?I blink back tears, as I swallow the growing lump within my dry throat. I couldn't decipher why my body has always failed me in resisting his disgusting advances. Even now my treacherous body craves that release he nearly brought me to before he pulled his fingers away. How can it be the effects of aphrodis