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Before I can reach out to snatch her ankle, she flips into the air, somersaulting onto the balcony. I’m on my feet in a flash, just in time to watch Isabella gracefully vault onto the balcony railing, using it like parallel bars. I know if I don’t act at this moment, she’s going to jump to the next floor.

But I’m frozen in a state of being both terrified and spellbound. Holding my breath as she controls a perfect handstand, walking one hand over the other, like she did earlier. Fuck, her lines are perfect. She has such control over her body and that ass… and those legs…

I realize that my life’s never going to be dull or the same again with Isabella in it. Before I can give my head a mental shake, she swings onto the balcony below.

“Holy fucking, hell!” I rush forward and lean over the balcony, only to see her do the same to the next floor. “Fuck, fuck!”

I scrape my hands through my hair, pivot, and rush to the door, calculating the best floor to trap her on.

Chapter 9

ISABELLA

Three Nights Ago - Andrey’s Apartment

Fuck, my shoulder aches from taking down Andrey. It was like trying to break through a solid brick wall. I should’ve used my other shoulder and not the already injured one to hit him with. But still, it was so worth it to see the look on the arrogant man’s face.

“Only a few more floors, Isabella,” I encourage myself as I drop onto the next balcony, then scream when a large muscular arm grabs me, spins me, and clamps around my waist. My eyes widen in shock. What the fuck!

“I think that’s enough exercise for one night,” Andrey hisses. His eyes are dark with anger. “As from this moment, and for the next two days, you will not see the outside of my apartment.”

“Just let me go!” I tell him. “I’ll disappear into the night, and you’ll never find me.”

“Oh, I’ll find you, princess,” Andrey assures me before dipping and, to my surprise, hoisting me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Time for your punishment.”

“Put me down, you bastard,” I hiss and start pounding his back, struggling.

Thwack! His hand hits my ass, and pain stings through it. “What the fuck!” I yell as he steps into the elevator. “Are you spanking me?”

Thwack! Another stinging slap hits me as the elevator starts to move. “Apologize for all the trouble you’ve caused me,” Andrey demands.

“Fuck you!” I sneer.

I’m wiggling more now, trying to get away and keep the tears from my eyes. I’ve never had a hiding, and it fucking hurts. Thwack, thwack.

“That’s because I have to ask you twice to apologize,” Andrey tells me. “Now, do as you’re told.”

“Fuck off!” I yell and start hammering his back: Thwack, thwack, thwack. Tears now sting my eyes. “Stop it, you fucking asshole.”

Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack. “The count’s going up, princess,” Andrey warns, and the tears are now streaming down my cheeks.

“Please stop,” I cry. “Please. I won’t try to escape again tonight. I promise.”

He gives me six thwacks as he steps out of the elevator and into his apartment. “Are we going for seven, princess?” Andrey walks down the hall and into a different room, where he dumps me on the bed and starts pulling off his belt.

Jesus, is he going to use the belt on me, and then, to my surprise, my clit throbs, and I can feel my pussy start to get wet. What the fuck? I swipe at the tears on my cheek as he pulls his belt from the hoops.

“Take off your clothes, princess,” Andrey orders. His eyes are dark pools as he stares at me aloofly. “Don’t make me ask again.”

“I…” My throat is suddenly dry as I start to scoot to the side of the bed.

“Did I give you permission to move from the spot I put you?” Andrey’s eyes narrow, and his voice has a dangerous lilt to it.

What the fuck! What the fuck! My heart starts hammering in my throat as I watch him look his belt over and hold it threateningly in his hands. My eyes widen in fear. Staying in the position I am, I kick the sneakers off and use my toes to pull off the socks.

Andrey stands staring at me, watching like a predator that’s trapped its prey and now playing a sick game with it. I pull off the shirt, slide off the tights, and then sit watching him.

“All of it!” Andrey says.

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