It took a long time for Shaun to calm down. She cried for herself, for her mom, for Danilo, her dead colleague. Her sobs gradually become soft hiccups until she was finally able to look around and take stock of her situation. She was ashamed of herself. Since coming into Jozef's life she'd done nothing but fall apart. She had gone from a self-possessed, cool, collected surgeon to a woman who couldn't keep her shit together. Shaun was the type of doctor who could stand in an emergency room and calmly direct other medical personnel during a flood of patients. At a glance, she could easily assess injuries and severity, and know which way to send them based on need. She'd conducted surgeries while listening to gunfire outside of a hospital. Nothing had rattled her calm professionalism. Yet, when it came to her own situation, she simply wasn't able to cope. She'd lived in war zones, yet she had never experienced war herself. She was being faced with a situation that a week ago

Shaun was escorted to the club by the same guards who'd escorted her to the shops the day before. She smiled warmly at Karl as he held the door open. Before going inside, she stopped to ask him anxiously, "Did you get in trouble for my escape attempt yesterday?" He looked surprised at her concern. "No, ma'am. Your attempt was just that, an attempt. It was expected that you would try to leave us, so we were prepared for anything." She nodded sadly. "I see, so I was always doomed to failure." He patted her arm and tipped his head toward the vehicle, indicating that she should get inside. Before he closed the door, he said, "Don't let it bother you. The family surrounds themselves with more security than the Queen of England. Not even Houdini would be able to get out." The door closed on his words and Shaun was left wondering if she felt comforted or even more terrified. She'd only been with the family for a few days, but already she was realizing that,

"Shaun, stop!" She didn't know who was calling her and she didn't care. The voice gave her the impetus to move faster, pump her arms harder. Shaun had never felt anything like the driving desire she had to escape her current situation. It gave her the ability to run in heels, to run faster and farther than she'd ever run in her life. She ran straight out the back door of the club and into a throng of happy partygoers. She shoved her way past them and continued running through Prague's busy, touristy downtown. It never once occurred to her to stop and beg for help, she just had to run. Shaun could hear shouts coming from behind her, but she didn't look back. She ran until the shouts grew fainter. It took her a moment to realize that there were sobs spilling from her mouth; deep gut-wrenching sobs. Tears wet her face, ruining her make up. Nothing mattered except getting away from Jozef, the bodyguards, the Koba influence. She ran until everything hurt, until h

When Jozef looked up at her, his eyes were so dark blue they looked black. He looked like the big bad wolf about to eat a sheep. And she was his meal, staked out on the bed. He stood, his hands dropping to his pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped then dropped them to his feet. He wasn't wearing underwear. His penis was an awesome sight. Not because it was the biggest or longest Shaun had ever seen. She was a doctor; she'd seen a lot of cock in her career. It was beautiful though, long, thick and fully erect. No, what drew her was the man himself. His confident nudity. The power emanating from him. He was a conqueror and she was his prize. It suddenly made sense to her, even though it wasn't logical. He'd seen her, he'd wanted her, he'd taken her. Shaun had never experienced that kind of desire. The consuming drive behind a courtship. Maybe their circumstances drove them together. His need for a doctor and her being in the right place at the right time to fulfill hi

"Are you listening?" Shaun looked up sharply, a guilty expression on her face. She had not been listening to Dasha; she'd been daydreaming about her night with Jozef. She shivered as she thought about it. He was so intense, so demanding, so different from any man she'd ever known. The sex was glorious and definitely something she wanted to try again. Then guilt hit her like a fist to the chest. She was forgetting her situation, something that seemed to be happening more and more frequently as the days passed. Her mother must be frantic, devastated, sick with worry over her daughter's disappearance. Shaun needed to concentrate on getting a message to Fatima, not daydreaming about her mobster fiance. "I'm sorry," she murmured to Dasha. "My mind was drifting, what were you saying?" Dasha gave her a sharp look. "I was saying that I think the colour scheme should be gold and black. Classic with a twist. We don't want white or silver because obviously we want to