Merciless Hunter (Dark Syndicate 4)

A quick glance at the clock on the wall tells me it’s lunch time. It was a little after nine when Aiden left me this morning. It feels like hours have passed since.

The woman offers me a kind smile. I wonder if she knows I’m a prisoner here. She used a key so maybe she could know. Then again would he tell her?

I don’t care, every moment I waste thinking could be spent advancing my plans.

I stand up quickly as a flicker of hope sparks inside me that maybe she could help me.

“Hi, I have brought you lunch,” she says with an accented voice.

“Please, help me, I’m being held captive here,” I blurt out and her face goes pale. “Please help me, please I need to get out of here.”

Her mouth opens and she blinks several times.

“I’m sorry, you have to speak to Mr. Romanov. I can’t help you. I just bring you food.”

“Please, help me.”

“I think you were given an answer,” Aiden says walking inside and standing a few paces away from his maid. “Thank you, Irina,” he dismisses her.

She sets the tray down on the little table and dips her head with reverence before she leaves.

I back away into the wall and stare at him as he stares back at me.

“Do yourself a favor and eat.”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“Then you will starve. Suit yourself,” he answers in a cold voice.

He comes in and I wish he wouldn’t.

I wish he would either let me go or leave me alone. I hate the way my body reacts when I’m around him, and I hate the pulse of desire that pulls at my core when he’s near me.

He’s just staring at me, and I hate that too because I don’t know what he’s thinking.

Oh, but when his eyes drop to between my thighs like earlier, I know, and I also know for the way his eyes darken with desire he’s thinking about what we did the other night at the Dark Odyssey.

“Can I at least have clothes,” I ask.

“If you want clothes you have to earn it.”

What a prick. “Earn it? I wonder what I did to earn your stupid shirt.”

That sexy half smile dances across his lips. “Consider it a reward for a great blow job.”

“Fuck you.” I must have a death wish.

He smiles wider though revealing perfect white teeth and a chuckle falls from his lips. “Woman, I don’t remember the last time someone spoke to me like that and lived to take their next breath. Consider yourself lucky I do want to fuck you. It might be the only thing keeping you alive.”

I bite down hard on my back teeth and will my heart to slow down as the image of him taking me ruthlessly in his bed ravages through my mind like I’m watching an erotic film.

The vision makes me wet in an instant and I blame the whole damn club fiasco for this shit that’s happening to me now. If I didn’t get close, I wouldn’t feel like this.

The worst part is I know he knows the effect he has on me.

“I have to use the bathroom,” Isay.

It sounds random. It’s not a lie but I’m using it as an excuse to get away fromhim.