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Chapter 17SpencerI forced myself to slip away before she woke, deciding it would be easier that way. She spent the last hour or so sleeping deeply in my arms, because I’d worn her out. I was worn out too, but hadn’t been able to sleep. I was too consumed with dread at leaving her, and low-level anxiety at my dread. Anya was addictive, and I braced myself for withdrawal.I slipped out of the little cottage and made my way back to the bungalow to shower and dress in preparation of leaving. It’d taken everything I had not to wake her up and demand her phone number or some way to contact her.When I arrived back at the bungalow, I found my brother emerging from our shared bathroom with a towel around his waist. He had some scratches and bruises, and a huge grin. Apparently, he’d been successful in catching Kelly.We didn’t discuss what had happened though. I was a little surprised he didn’t ask me, and I didn’t ask him because I didn’t want to talk about my weekend with Anya. It was too
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Chapter 18AnyaI woke at first feeling completely serene, but quickly realized I was alone in the bed. A sense of dread crept through me, and I sat up with a sigh. A glance at the clock on the nightstand revealed it was after nine a.m., so Spencer was probably long gone.I was miffed and a little hurt that he hadn’t bothered to wake me up to say goodbye, but maybe it was easier this way. I wouldn’t see him again, and a long, drawn-out goodbye scene might’ve made it that much harder. I wouldn’t have wanted to cry on camera, especially after bidding goodbye to a man I’d only known for forty-eight hours or so, so I was thankful he slipped away quietly. Mostly.I got out of bed and walked across the room. My clothes were a lost cause when I managed to gather them together, and I let out an impatient sigh. “What am I supposed to wear?” I asked that aloud, hoping maybe they were still observing me. With that thought in mind, I realized I was parading around naked and moved to the bed to st
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Chapter 19AnyaAlmost a full day later, I was back home where I’d started. I exited the airport with my carry-on, prepared to wave down a taxi from the line waiting for passengers. Instead, two huge men crowded on either side of me, grabbing my arms. I tried to fight to escape, but they clamped harder on my arms and half-dragged me between them. I knew who they were, having recognized them from the afternoon Ivanov had come to our home, the very day of my father’s memorial service. Where they were, that bastard had to be nearby.I was still trying to struggle when they shoved me inside a limousine before crowding in beside me on each side. Ivanov sat across from me, and he took my purse when one of the goons snatched it from my fingers. “Give that back.”He clicked his tongue. “So you can cash your check and make off like a bandit in the night? I think not.”I watched with horror as he opened my purse and fished out the check from “The Island.” “How…?” I trailed off, briefly wonderin
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Chapter 20AnyaWhen I woke, it was dark in the room. The curtains were drawn, so I couldn’t even see the light the neighbor usually kept on at night above his garage. I knew the room well and managed to get up and make my way to the bathroom before stumbling out of it and crossing the room.I didn’t bother with the light, too driven by hunger. I hadn’t eaten a real meal since Heathrow and wanted to eat while I was still hungry. I was certain if I spent too long contemplating my circumstances, I’d lose all appetite. Knowing I needed strength to deal with Ivanov, I made my way downstairs.The track lights that lined the hallway made it easy to navigate into the kitchen without flipping a light switch. I went straight to the refrigerator and opened it to remove a carton of milk. It was nearly empty, so I tipped it back and drank straight from the carton before tossing it vaguely toward the recycle bin. I would pick it up later, but didn’t have the energy now.I bent down to forage in th
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Chapter 21AnyaMy legs were free, and I tried to kick out at him as he tugged on my shorts. They gave way with a rending sound, and then he ripped off my panties. “Let me go, you animal.” I was panting heavily as I said the words, barely managing to breathe and talk through my excitement.Spencer didn’t reply, but silk brushed against my face a moment later as he jammed the ripped panties in my mouth. I tossed my head, struggling to reject the cloth, but they were wedged firmly inside. There was no way to get them out without my fingers, and my hands were bound tightly behind me. I was helpless and at his mercy.I loved it.My pussy wept at the pleasure, and I shifted restlessly. It might’ve given the appearance I was still trying to escape, but I was just looking for relief now. I wanted him, and there was absolutely no holding back this time. There were no cameras to watch us, no stupid reality TV show between us, and no barriers.It was just him lining up his cock and slamming it
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Chapter 22AnyaIt was odd how easy it was to assimilate into his life and his household. My sisters seemed to be just as flexible as I was, and by the end of the fourth day, I felt like I’d lived with him for years. How was it possible to feel so close to someone that I technically didn’t know very well?Not that we hadn’t spent hours getting acquainted. Wrapped up in his arms, and in his huge bed at night, we found time to talk in between touching and exploring each other. We’d had several late nights in a row, and it wasn’t unusual for us to be talking until dawn. Still, it shouldn’t have been so easy with him, but it was.I wasn’t yet comfortable enough to share with him the full story of why I’d been on “The Island,” and what still loomed over my head. I dared hope we might’ve evaded Ivanov. The last place he was going to look was an upscale apartment at the top of Wallingford Tower, right? I wasn’t completely convinced, but I was hoping we had evaded him.That hope shattered Fri
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Chapter 23SpencerI seethed with rage as I held and comforted Anya, wanting nothing more than to tear off Dimitri Ivanov’s head. I had no idea who he was, but I would quickly find out, I vowed to myself.Speaking of vows, though I’d technically promised to wait for her to come with me to meet with the slime ball, I had no intention of dragging her along. She needed to be protected from him, and I wasn’t about to have her exposed even one more time to such a disgusting piece of filth.After she finally calmed and spoke with her sisters about the situation, we all made dinner together, which was strange to me. I had a housekeeper/chef for a reason, but the three of them completely disdained the meal Mrs. Fields had left for us and threw together their own. Somehow, I found myself chopping lettuce for the salad, though I hadn’t done the task before.“You should make the pieces more uniform,” said Sasha.I nodded, taking the advice under advisement as I attempted to make the chunks of le
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Chapter 24SpencerThere were two scantily clad girls sitting on each arm of his chair, just reposing against him, but when I got closer, it was obvious they weren’t relaxed because they were comfortable. Their vacant-eyed stares suggested they were drugged out of their minds, and I was further disgusted with him.It was a struggle not to show it when he looked at us, his lip curling. “What do you want?”“I’ve come to settle Lev Russo’s debt.” I refused to refer to it as Anya’s or her sisters’ obligation, because they had nothing to do with it.He smirked at me. “You have nothing to offer.”I reached into my pocket to get my phone, noticing from the corner of my eye how Arseny stiffened and watched my every movement. I pulled it out a moment later and held it up, so he could see the banking app I had already opened before entering the market. “I have your million dollars.”He scowled. “I don’t want money. I want the girls.”“You won’t be getting them,” I said confidently. “You can tak
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