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I take a second, more tentative puff, and it goes a lot smoother this time. The taste isn't awful, and the sensation is nice. It's not like a cigarette, and the smell is far more pleasant.
"There you go," Zane purrs. "Wrap those lips around it nice and tight. Don't waste any of the smoke. Taste it on your tongue. Enjoy it."
His words are laced with sexual innuendos, and I know exactly what he's doing. He's teasing me, trying to get me flustered so I won't be able to resist him. I'm not stupid. I'm not going to fall for it.
Even if I might not hate the taste of the cigar, and the heat from the smoke as it slides into my mouth, and the way his eyes light up when he watches me.
"See, you like it," Zane says. "And we're just getting started."
Kiro laughs from the front seat, and I suddenly feel embarrassed.
I hand the cigar back to Zane. "I'd rather not have this."
He shakes his head. "Oh no, darling. Keep it. We have more."
I sigh, looking away. I can't believe this is happening. How did my quiet little life turn into this?
The rest of the car ride is quiet. Zane doesn't try to start a conversation again. Maybe he realizes I'm not in the mood, or maybe he's too busy thinking about what's going to happen when we arrive. My stomach twists into a tight knot as I try to anticipate the next phase of this horrible day.
We pull into the parking garage of a tall building, and then we climb out of the car. The building is much nicer than I had anticipated, but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. The car we came in was nothing like anything I’ve ridden in before. Whatever it is that Zane does, it obviously makes him a lot of money.
“No use in running, by the way,” Zane says as he puts his hand around my waist again. “There’s nowhere to go where my men won’t find you. In fact, that would be the best outcome if you decided to book it. With Maksim out on the prowl, you’re not safe anywhere but with me.”
I hate to admit that he’s right, so I remain silent, allowing him to escort me to an elevator and ride up into the building. Kiro gets out on the second floor, but Zane and I keep going up until we reach the top floor.
“My private office,” Zane says as the elevator door rolls open.
I walk down a long hallway with him, arriving at his office. As we step inside, I’m met by the smell of cedar and cigar smoke, intertwined with old leather and a chemically smell that reminds me of getting my oil changed at the mechanic. It’s something to do with guns, I assume. There are several of them mounted on the wall, various rifles and a black shotgun.
“Welcome to my private domain. There are no cameras here, no microphones, and nobody can hear what happens from outside this office. You’re sealed off from the rest of the world,” Zane says, waving vaguely around his office.
I don’t know whether to find that comforting or terrifying. I think I’d rather have people know where I am and what I’m doing, but Zane takes the opposite stance. He wants everything to stay as private as possible.
Lucky for him, he’s going to get his way. I have nobody. I have nothing. I’m about as private of a person as he could’ve chosen to kidnap.
“What I need you to do now is remove all of your clothing,” Zane says.
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Iblink a few times, caught by surprise. Did he really just tell me to undress?
“You have blood all over you. For one, that’s a biohazard, and two, I don’t want DNA evidence following you around. I have a robe in the bathroom that you can wear until we get you something new,” he explains.
“Oh,” I say, my cheeks still flushing red despite realizing he’s not trying to get me to expose myself to him.
I step toward the bathroom to change, but he holds up a hand to stop me. “Remove the clothing first, darling. I need to make sure you’re not carrying any weapons with you.”
“Seriously?” I ask with a scoff.
He gives me a dry smile as he sits down behind his desk. The leather chair creaks under his heavy body. “I’m completely serious. If you’re capable of stabbing Maksim, you’re capable of taking a stab at me. Remove your clothing.”
I glare at him as I peel off my shirt and pants, but I can’t maintain eye contact with him as I unclasp my bra and drop it on the ground. I know he’s getting off to this. He loves how vulnerable I am and how much power he has over me.
I’m trying not to feel so conflicted about this, but there’s a buzz in my lower belly that’s getting increasingly difficult to ignore. I hate Zane for what he’s doing to me, but I can’t ignore the excitement that it brings to my life. My nipples are so hard they ache, and there’s a moisture between my thighs that I would rather Zane not know about.
As I drop my panties on the floor, Zane exhales loudly through his nose. “Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks.
