Chapter Three
When Annette reached the door to her sister’s room, she sat on the floor in the hallway for a minute and cried as quietly as she could. She had to get herself together before she saw Janette, but if she didn’t get these feelings out, she risked them coming out with her sister. Her twin could always sense when something was wrong, no matter how well she hid it.
Despite the powers of that cream Anton had rubbed on her, once they’d reached the game room, she’d been so scared. It was too much too fast. She couldn’t be passed around like that. She’d tried to be stoic for her sister, but she’d just shut down.
She’d been sure she couldn’t trust this man, and that the future for her would be very dark. She would still do it. She had to do it, whatever he wanted to get Jan free. But when he’d sent his friends away… that small mercy and kindness when he could do whatever he wanted… it was doing funny things to her. God help her, but it made her want him. And what had happened after with just the two of them… she felt so confused. That moment downstairs was the most pleasure she’d ever had at the hands of a man before, and yet, this man had taken her sister hostage and wanted to own her like a piece of property. It was so wrong to be attracted to him, to want his hands on her. And yet, the entire world seemed to only spin right when his hands were on her.
Any shrink in the world would lock her up.
Annette had been attracted to him at the club when she’d spun all those bullshit stories, but now, if possible, she was even more attracted because it seemed possible he might protect her and that he wasn’t willing to completely destroy her. Maybe this could somehow work.
The relief of that mercy still overwhelmed her.
Before tonight, she’d slept with a grand total of two men. One of them had been a year or two younger and a bit too thin. One had been about a decade older with the beginnings of a beer belly.
Neither of them had lit her world on fire. She’d decided then that if that was what the world of men had to offer, she wasn’t interested. The benefits she’d found in sex were what men would give her in exchange for it, not the act itself. Both Dennis and Jacob during their respective relationships had showered her with jewelry and flowers and treated her very well. She’d loved them each well enough, but it wasn’t the stuff of sexy romance novels.
It was nice being the object of such desire. It was good to be wanted and pampered and taken care of. But she never reached the heights they did in bed. It was all just about their needs.
And then later, when she wasn’t seeing anybody and had taken on the phone sex job, those men had—in a way—showered her with an apartment and clothes and food. They’d ultimately paid her way in life all because she could tell them dirty stories and pretty lies that got them hard and got them off.
For a long time now, she’d been serving the sexual desires of men in exchange for things, so how was this any different really? But it was… so different.
She took a deep breath, wiped her face, and got up off the floor. She was surprised when the doorknob to her sister’s room turned easily in her hand. Part of her had been sure she’d have to talk to Janette through a locked door. But there was no need for that. Her sister wasn’t going anywhere.
Janette paced back and forth across the room. It might appear normal, if not tense, except for the fact that there was a chain bolted into the wall beside the bed. The other end of the chain was locked around her ankle.
Her sister rounded on her, mid-stride. “I thought you’d call the police or something. Not come yourself. Why would you come here?”
The room looked nice, clean, and well appointed. At least it wasn’t some basement or dungeon. She was relieved to find her sister didn’t look dirty or hungry. In fact there was an empty plate and glass next to the bed where it appeared she’d had a sandwich and some fruit. And the chain looked like it stretched to the attached bathroom at least.
Stop trying to make this okay.
Annette crossed to her sister and hugged her. She tried not to cry, thinking this might be the last time she’d ever get to do this. “He said he’d kill you if I called them.”
“I know. I was there.”
“I thought he’d take a trade.”
Janette’s eyes widened. “What do you mean a trade?”
“Don’t play dumb. You’re way too smart for that. You know exactly what I mean. Me for you. It’s a smart deal. You’re the one with the future. You could be a doctor and save lives. What am I going to do? Talk dirty to lonely men on the phone until I’m seventy? It’s not like that comes with a good retirement plan. I wasn’t doing anything productive, and I was never going to do anything productive. We both know it.”
“Don’t say that. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to go to school and have a roof over my head. You kept us going.”
Annette sighed. As much as she’d worked and as hard as she’d tried, school was just so expensive. And there were still a lot of years of expenses to go. “You’re still going to have enormous school debt, despite how hard I’ve tried.”
“Well, not now, I won’t,” Janette said with a small laugh.
“How can you make jokes about this?” But she knew. Sometimes inappropriate jokes were the only way to cope with bad situations. There had been a lot of bad jokes when their parents had died. The therapist had said it was okay; they were processing their emotions, and jokes could be healthy in grief. The accident had been sudden. It had been a lot to process.
“Have they hurt you?”
Janette shook her head.
“Then what’s this?” Annette pointed at the bandages wrapped around her sister’s wrists.
“Oh. That’s from where he had me tied up, and I tried to get away. But that’s all. None of them have done anything else. Maybe we can convince them to just let us go and promise not to say anything.”
Of the two of them, Janette was definitely the optimist.
“They won’t go for it. I think they’re operating some sort of criminal enterprise from this house.”
The door opened, and Anton stepped inside, followed by Brian. “I’ve made a decision.”
Annette exchanged a glance with her sister and gripped her hand. Please, please let her go. Please.
He pointed at Janette. “You are going home.” Then he turned to Annette. “You are staying.”
Annette let out a relieved sigh as Brian unlocked the metal cuff around her sister’s ankle.
“No!” Janette shouted.
“Yes.” Anton tossed her the car keys. She caught them out of the air.
“But I can’t afford the apartment. I’ll have no home to go to! You have to let us both go.”
“No. One in, one out. That’s the rule,” Anton said.
A rule he’d obviously just made up.
“I won’t go!”
“Shut up!” Annette said. “You are going home, and you will figure something out.”
“Your sister tells me you’re in school. Pre-med. That must be very expensive,” Anton said. “You will go home. You will not speak a word of any of this to anyone. If you do, I will kill your sister.”
Annette flinched at that. Would he really kill her? How could he when he wouldn’t let his friends hurt her before? She wanted to believe he was bluffing just to get Janette to keep her mouth shut. Though she wasn’t sure that was the best way to accomplish that goal.
Anton continued. “You will go back to school, and you will work part time at Dome so I can keep an eye on you. In exchange, I will pay for all of your schooling and any school debt you’ve accumulated up until now. I will also pay for your apartment and give you a monthly allowance to cover food and any other incidentals.”
Janette’s mouth gaped open. She appeared to consider it for a moment. On the surface, it seemed like such a good deal. The only problem was, she’d have to leave her sister, and Annette knew that wouldn’t be an easy sell. The loyalty between them didn’t just run one way.
“You have to go,” Annette said. “Really, I’ll be fine here.”
Janette shook her head. “No. I can’t leave you with them.”
This was when Brian stepped forward. He pulled out a gun and grabbed Annette off the bed, pressing the metal against her head. Annette looked to Anton, who seemed eerily calm. Would he really just let this mentally unbalanced thug shoot her? But what about what had just happened downstairs? She wasn’t sure how to process this sudden shift in things.
She fought back the tears. It was stupid to feel betrayed by a man who’d keep her hostage forever as a slave, even if he’d been kind and spared her the sexual attentions of his friends temporarily. What an idiotic thought process. None of this was normal. And she couldn’t cry. She had to keep it together. If she fell apart, Janette wouldn’t go, and this would all have been for nothing. They shouldn’t both die or be kept prisoner because she couldn’t keep her shit together.
“Go, or I’ll kill her right now,” Brian said.
When she hesitated, he racked the slide on the gun. “I’ve killed before. And this girl means nothing to me.”
Still, Anton showed no emotion.
Janette backed toward the door but couldn’t bring herself to leave. Annette could see the guilt in her sister’s eyes. She’d been a fool to think that somehow an exchange would make Janette’s life better. She would carry the guilt of surviving this night for the rest of her life, and there was nothing Annette could do to make that okay.
“Jan, go! I’ll be okay.” She was one hundred percent certain that if her sister didn’t leave the house right now, Brian would kill her. And apparently, Anton wasn’t going to stop him. The betrayal after his mercy and what she’d felt had been some sort of genuinely tender moment hit her in the gut so hard it might have knocked her over if Brian hadn’t had a firm grip on her.
Tears streamed down Janette’s cheeks. “I can’t leave you,” she whispered.
There was a loud bang. Annette nearly jumped out of her skin. The gun had been pressed against her head, so shouldn’t she be dead right now? Maybe she was dead. She touched the back of her head, expecting there to be blood but there was nothing.
“Goddammit! What did you do?” Brian shouted.
“I filled your gun with blanks. I didn’t trust you,” Anton said.
Janette still stood frozen in the doorway. Brian threw the gun down, and then his hands were around Annette’s neck. She struggled as he started to squeeze
“Leave!” Brian shouted. “I don’t need a gun to kill.”
Anton pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to Janette. “Come to Dome tomorrow at ten-thirty, and we will discuss details. You will be given proof of your sister’s safety on a regular basis and all the money you need so long as you abide by my rules. I will take excellent care of your sister.”
Janette looked at her sister one more time, and clearly not knowing what else to do, she ran.
Anton shouted down the hall at her. “Remember, if you call the police or anyone else, Brian will kill her before they get to the front door.”
The downstairs door slammed, and Annette heard the tires screech out of the driveway.
Brian’s grip around Annette’s throat finally loosened, and she dropped to the floor and leaned against the side of the bed to catch her breath.
“She better not have left tire marks on that nice driveway,” Brian said.
“Or what? You’ll chase her down and murder her?” Anton said as he came back into the room. He hauled back and punched Brian hard in the jaw, causing him to stumble.
“You really think I would have just let you shoot her?” Anton said. “I told you. She is mine. You’d better start respecting that claim.”
Brian rubbed his jaw and shrugged. “You almost let me strangle her just now.”
“I knew you were bluffing that time to scare her sister. Be glad you didn’t kill her. We’d have one less partner now.”
So maybe he would still protect her. Maybe.
Brian didn’t say anything, but he aimed a dirty look at Annette. “You’d better be worth all this risk,” he said. Then he slunk out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Annette flinched as Anton moved closer. He touched the side of her throat gently. “Does this hurt?”
“Yes, Master.” She wasn’t stupid enough to forget his rules.
His hand moved to a different spot and again pressed. “What about this?”
“Yes.”
“But you are speaking all right. You’ll probably have a bruise.” He stroked the side of her face. “You’re very brave. They say fortune favors the brave. I guess we’ll see.”
There was brave and there was stupid, and Annette was pretty sure she fell on the stupid end of that bell curve. Now that Janette had left, and she was alone with her fate, the reality of what she’d done was finally sinking in. Even mere minutes before, her focus had been on getting her sister to safety so then at least she wouldn’t have to live with the crushing guilt that somehow this was her fault. And now the only thing left to focus on was the bargain she’d made with the Russian.
“Will you be kind to me?” she asked. Such a stupid question. Like this was some fairy tale.
“Oh, yes, kiska. I will be very, very kind. And when this sacrifice you’ve made stops feeling like a sacrifice and starts feeling like pleasure… when you crave me and this enslavement, what then?”
She didn’t answer. She wanted to believe such an outcome wasn’t possible, but how could she when she felt so drawn to him already?
“Are you hungry?”
She nodded. Annette hadn’t been able to think about mundane things like food for the past few hours, but now that he brought it up, yes, she was starving.
“Come with me.”
She followed him down the stairs to the kitchen. The house had gotten so quiet. It was late. Maybe the others had gone to bed. He led her into the fancy industrial kitchen and indicated a place for her to sit.
“We have some leftover Chinese food?” He said it as a question, which was so weird considering the circumstances.
“That’s fine.”
He gave her a sharp, pointed look, but he didn’t say anything about her not addressing him. She just wanted him to understand she needed time to process all this. Despite hours on the road to get here and her resolve to free her sister, she hadn’t thought through all the implications. And after all the adrenaline that had pumped through her she felt like everything had just dropped inside her. She felt shaky and scared and a sense of unreality closing in around her.
Anton heated a plate of food in the microwave and placed that and a can of soda on the counter in front of her.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
“No.” Such a personal question. It somehow felt like more of an invasion than anything that had happened so far because it felt more real than everything else. It was a bit of the normal world slipping into the surreal world of the isolated house.
“Where are you in your cycle?”
She blushed and stayed silent.
“Kiska? I asked you a question.”
She looked down at the Chinese food. “I just finished.”
“When?”
“Yesterday.”
“And how many days was it?”
“Three.”
“And you’re already done?”
His questions were so intrusive, yet somehow it felt more exposed than what had happened earlier on the pool table.
“Answer me,” he said.
“Yes. This is normal for me.”
“And how many days in a normal cycle for you?”
“Like thirty or thirty-one?”
He seemed to be doing some math in his head.
“Hmmm.” Anton moved to a cabinet and rummaged around in there, finally coming back out with a small white paper cup, which he placed on the table beside her.
There was a tiny pill in it.
“It’s birth control.”
“I don’t want to take that.”
“I didn’t ask. Would you rather be pregnant?”
She shook her head.
“Lindsay’s specialty is psychology, but he’s fully capable of handling most normal medical issues. We have a fully functioning medical room. You are perfectly safe if you’re worried it will hurt you.”
“What if I get pregnant anyway? What happens then?”
“We’ll worry about that if it happens.”
“No. Tell me. What happens then?”
He let out a deep annoyed sigh. “My God, Annette. What do you want to happen?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Then how can we have a conversation about it? Take the fucking pill.”
Annette stared at the little paper cup for about a minute before she finally swallowed the pill, chasing it with the soda.
Anton nodded. “Good. Come up to my room when you’re finished. It’s on the third floor. I’ll leave the door open and the light on so you can find it.” Then he left her alone in the large, shiny steel kitchen.
Annette let out a long, slow breath. Part of her wanted to leave the food and try the doors to see if she could get outside. But it was late, and she knew just how far out they were. And even though he’d spared her downstairs in the game room, if she ran away, she wasn’t sure he wouldn’t send someone after her sister. And maybe her as well.
You don’t want to go, a traitorous voice whispered in her mind, which was just more evidence of her mental instability. It didn’t matter how hot he was or how many funny things his accent did to her. Nor did it matter that what had happened on that pool table downstairs had been like touching God. It was still completely suicidal to want him on any level for any reason. Beyond that, it was fucking sick.
She shook these troubling thoughts away and dug into the Peking Duck and egg rolls. Anton had also brought her a fortune cookie. She wasn’t sure how to take that. But she opened the cookie anyway.
You will meet a handsome mysterious stranger.
She tried to find the rest of the paper that might say and he will murder you in your sleep.
The fortune cookie was over a day late. Maybe it was a history cookie.
When she’d finished eating, she left the plate in the giant stainless steel sink and wandered out of the kitchen. She paused in the entryway. On one side of her was a huge staircase; on the other was the front door.
Just go. This guy will hurt you.
But would he really?
Annette hadn’t thought of any man sexually in so long she thought maybe she never would again. Her previous partners had been so uninspiring in bed that it had killed the whole concept of sex for her. They’d been so… boring. The Russian was definitely not boring.
The way he’d touched her… like he actually knew what he was doing with her. But at the same time, he was dangerous. And who knew what the hell awful things he’d make her do? It might be different if he were just into regular normal sex.
Then again, regular normal sex hadn’t done much for her. She didn’t think she was kinky, but… how would she know? Her fantasies had sometimes run to the super dark and twisted, but she thought it was because of what she did for work. She needed constant novelty to not get bored. It was just a phone sex job hazard. Wasn’t it?
Had she been lying to Anton about her fantasies or lying to herself? Because maybe things weren’t as clear as she liked to pretend. Maybe that explained why regular sex hadn’t done it for her. Maybe she needed some danger to get off. This was so fucked up.
At the club, she’d wanted to go home with him. And then do what?
When she’d come here, it had been purely to save her sister. It wasn’t for any other reason, but now that she was here... If she wasn’t fleeing out the front door, there had to be a reason for that. Because if she were truly in fear for her life, she’d take the risk. Wouldn’t she?
She started toward the front door. She couldn’t live with herself if she went to him voluntarily and he destroyed her. Annette reached for the door but stopped short. There was a small white box on the wall beside it with a flashing red light next to the word armed.
Oh. That was why nobody was down here babysitting her and why she wasn’t chained up somewhere. Either Anton or one of the other guys must have set the alarm before going to bed. If she opened that door the alarm would go off and they’d all come running.
There was an unsettling sort of relief in this fact because now it was suddenly rational to go up the stairs to the Russian. Her choices had been cut off, so she didn’t have to worry which one was the right one. She didn’t have to think too hard about why she was doing it. She had so many excuses. Her sister’s safety. The raging wilderness outside for miles and miles. The security system. With all of these things true, going upstairs to Anton like he’d told her to was the smart option of the choices she had available.
Anton was in bed reading when she finally reached his room—though suite was more like it. It was huge, with a balcony off to one side, a large walk-in closet, and an attached bathroom.
He was bare at least from the waist up. It was impossible to know if he wore anything below that because he was covered up with the blankets. He wore dark-rimmed reading glasses that made him look like he belonged in a men’s magazine.
He closed the book and set it on the nightstand. “I thought you got lost.” He patted the bed beside him. “Close the door.”
Annette shut the door and crossed the room, feeling like maybe all the excuses she’d made before hadn’t been insurmountable after all. She started to pull the covers back and get into the bed, but Anton made a face.
“No. Take that off. You aren’t wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants if you want to sleep in my bed.”
Why was she so nervous all of a sudden? He’d seen everything already. But he hadn’t been watching her like this. Her mind was such a jumble. Was she nervous because he was a criminal? Because she was afraid he’d hurt her even though he’d already shown a softer side? Or because he was so distressingly beautiful?
Would she have felt like this if she’d gone home with him from the club? Probably. This was so far outside the range of her experience, even without the morally upsetting parts.
“Kiska, it is very early to be trying my patience. We made a deal. Take off your clothes. Now.”
His accent wrapped around her, making it hard to think straight. The way his voice caressed her felt more solid than the fabric against her skin.
“Where is your bravery from before? Did you run out?”
Maybe. She had been rather single minded before, determined to do whatever he wanted to get Jan home. She wished he’d pull out that cream again. As intense as it was, at least it would help push her over the edge of her fears and into his bed.
She screwed up the last bit of courage she had and pulled off the T-shirt and sweatpants.
“That’s better.”
She got into the bed. Anton took the glasses off and put them on top of his book on the bedside table. He touched the side of her cheek, and she felt herself melting into his warmth. There was relief in him touching her. It shut off the swirling thoughts inside her head.
Because when his hands were on her, there was no right or wrong. He wasn’t a criminal. She wasn’t a victim. Her sister hadn’t been in danger. Her life hadn’t changed. Everything was okay. Nothing mattered but the way this felt.
She closed her eyes and pretended it was the night before. She hadn’t had too much to drink. She’d gone home with him. She was in his bed—all according to plan. Her plan, not his.
He pulled her closer until his mouth covered hers in the warmest, most comforting kiss she’d ever been enveloped in. Everything about his body touching hers was right, no matter how much else was wrong.
She was probably crazy. She had to be crazy. Some undiagnosed issue that was only becoming obvious in captivity. But if this was crazy, fuck sanity.
Anton broke the kiss, and she opened her eyes suddenly to look into the most intense gaze she’d ever been subject to. “I’m going to fuck you without any bells or whistles or toys tonight. You don’t have to worry about anything I’m going to do. I will make you feel good. And it’s just us tonight. Okay?”
She nodded, still not able to call him what he wanted. She just needed a moment to catch her breath and… figure this out. Everything about all of this was so wrong, but if it was so wrong, why was her body responding like this? She’d never been this turned on in her life. And there was no arousal cream to blame this time. It was all that accent, those abs, that warm confident touch, the quiet power that had rolled off him from the moment she’d first laid eyes on him.
“Lie back, pet.”
He took something out of the dresser drawer. A blindfold. She couldn’t help the fear that swamped her.
“I’m not going to hurt you, kiska. I just want you to focus on how you feel and nothing else. Close your eyes. What can it hurt to just relax and see what happens?”
He was the devil. All smooth temptation. His voice silk and aged scotch. What else was she going to do? Annette sighed and leaned back against the pillows and shut her eyes.
When the blindfold was secure, he raised her arms over her head, and suddenly, he had more silk to tie her wrists to the headboard. Then his warm mouth was on her neck, raining kisses over her skin as it pebbled with goosebumps in response. He began to speak in a low, soothing voice in Russian.
The only word she understood was kiska when it came tripping out of his mouth every now and then, punctuated sharply by a litany of words and phrases she might never decode.
His hands were so warm as they stroked lightly over her skin. It was less massage this time and more a gentle petting sensation. Her breath caught in her throat when he began to rub between her legs, still speaking softly to her in Russian.
A part of her desperately wanted to know what he was saying, but another part of her was simply caught up in the magic of the sounds rolling off his tongue, this beautiful mystery that told her everything she needed to know just by his tone.
This must be what mating must have felt like for humans before language could come and complicate the dance. Just sounds that no one could decipher. Just the feelings, not the content.
He kissed a trail down her belly, and then his tongue was between her legs, slowly and carefully licking the tender sensitive flesh, the center of her pleasure, which the other two bumbling idiots hadn’t been able to find with a map and a flashlight. But Anton knew the map of her body as if he’d drawn it up himself. His expert tongue caused her hips to arch off the bed, pushing harder against his mouth. Neither of the men she’d previously been with had ever done this.
A whimper escaped her throat. It was answered with a chuckle and more Russian. She wondered if he even realized he wasn’t speaking English right now.
All of a sudden he released her wrists from their restraints. “I want you on your hands and knees.” These were the first words she’d understood in twenty minutes.
“Master, please...” She was so close. Would he just… leave her like this?
“Now,” he said.
She rushed to obey him. A moment later he thrust into her. When he filled her, it took her breath away. He began to move inside her with an aching slowness. His fingers trailed gently over her back and then dug hard into her hips as he increased his pace.
Annette was absolutely one hundred percent sure she was one of the many women who simply couldn’t come from intercourse alone. But then, no one had ever spent so much careful time getting her ready for him before Anton.
“Come,” he practically growled in her ear. “Do it right now like a good little slut.”
In a rational world, that would have shut her down. It should have been impossible. But the Russian was a drug, and the high rode her as much as she rode it until the pleasure he’d demanded from her came in a rush that felt like possession, ripping a scream from her throat.
Anton’s pleasure followed quickly behind hers, and then he pulled out of her, collapsed onto the bed, and pulled her body flush against his.
“Now, sleep.”