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  With a growl, he flips me over his shoulder and his large palm smacks my backside once, twice, three times.

  “I said no fighting,” he says. “You are mine now, Sadie. You will obey me.”

  I’m quickly subdued by shock with the rapid spanking he gives me.

  Shocked into reluctant submission.

  Chapter Five

  Kazimir

  My timid librarian isn’t so subdued anymore when she sees the plane, but her flailing body responds to my correction. My palm tingles from spanking her shapely bottom, and the brief correction ignites in me the desire to punish her more. Harder. Harsher. I inhale the cool air deeply, and control my impulses. There will be time to train her. First, I get her home.

  Her little body trembles over my shoulder and I tighten my grip. I will not coddle her, but her submission is for her own good.

  When I begin the ascent toward the plane, she flails again.

  “Enough,” I rasp out. She stills. “You will come with me.”

  All she can do is moan, her speaking silenced by the gag. My men stand at attention, ready for my command. One eyes her shapely form over my shoulder, but a sharp look makes him tear his eyes away. None of them will touch her. None will even look at her. Sadie belongs to me.

  At the top of the flight of stairs leading to the plane, I slide her down so I can cradle her in my arms, the heat of her body pressed up against mine making my stomach tighten. I hold her close, clutching her arms. A warning to obey that feels much too similar to an embrace. When her eyes meet mine, I read more than fear. If I take her gag off, she’ll assault me with a litany of profanity from her virgin mouth. I’d have to punish her if she swore at me, and space is limited on a plane like this, so for now she’ll remain gagged.

  I slide my palm against her scalp and weave my fingers through her hair. Gripping. Warning. I inhale the scent of her fear and sweet feminine innocence. I want to take her mouth with mine until her knees buckle.

  At the tight pull, she stills. I glide my second palm to the small of her back. So delicate. So fragile. I want to lick that sacred place and mark her. I swallow hard and issue a ragged command.

  “Be a good little girl and no harm will come to you.” My accent thickens when I’m aroused. “There will be time to teach you your place, and I can be an exacting master. But for now, obey and you will find our trip easier to endure.”

  Though she’s silenced, her eyes communicate two words very clearly.

  Fuck you.

  If she stated those words, I’d have to punish her. The gag, for now, is for her own good.

  “You want to curse me out,” I tell her. “The sooner you learn your place, the better it will be for you.”

  I turn to face the men outside who wait like soldiers for my command.

  “Come,” I instruct in English. While they obey, I carry her to the back of the plane, drop her into a seat, and buckle her in. I unfasten her cuffs and give her a look that dares her to defy me. But I don’t take my place beside her yet. I need to be sure everything goes according to plan.

  Though it’s dark out, bright lighting outside the small window illuminates what I need to see. Luggage secure and fastened, neatly packed and tucked under our aircraft. Our pilot sits up front with his co-pilot, silent and ready to obey. We pay him amply for the work he does. He asks no questions.

  I have two men traveling home with me under my command: Demyan and Maksym, as twin brothers Filip and Vladak will travel apart from us since they have work to attend to before coming home. Each have various roles of support in our small army of brothers, though Filip and Vladak are the only blood relatives.

  Demyan sits to the left of Sadie. With his blond hair and blue eyes, he attracts the ladies easily, but he never settles down. The lives that we live are dangerous, and our lifelong allegiance to the brotherhood of the Bratva means most of us choose not to raise a family. Maksym, Demyan’s closest companion, as both of them are the main protection in our brotherhood, is the one exception to the rule. He’s broad and heavily bearded with long hair and black eyes that often grow wistful, likely thinking of the woman he’s left at home.

  All men pay tribute to Dimitri, the father of our group, and all men defer to my authority.

  Sadie observes everything, but my instinct says she’s only observing every detail she can. At this stage, she’s likely plotting her escape. An attempt would be futile, but I still expect her to try.

  The five of us men converse in rapid-fire Russian. I watch the frustration in her eyes when she realizes she can’t understand a word we say.

  Demyan mutters something about Dimitri being pleased we left on time, and says the girl looks compliant enough. With a jeer, he makes a comment about sharing our loot and wares when we return.

  Maksym’s jaw clenches. He always has a soft spot for any girl under our command or instruction, and I give Demyan a look that makes him immediately silence.

  “The girl is mine,” I tell him in Russian. “You do not look at her. You do not touch her.” I give him a piercing look. “Am I clear?”

  His face pales when he nods and mutters, “Yes. I’m sorry.”

  I instruct them all to settle down and stay seated until we’re allowed up, allowing the anger that flared through me at his insinuation dissipate. We’ve covered all manner of business, and soon will undertake the ten-hour trip we have ahead of us. It’s evening, and I wish for Sadie to rest as much as she can.

  The sole attendant that meets our needs during air travel joints us in the back with a small cart of food and drinks after I escort Sadie to use the restroom. Once she’s comfortable, she’ll be seated by me. I order a drink for me and one for Sadie, remembering her fondness for wine back in the restaurant. She shakes her head when I offer it to her, and for a brief moment I consider allowing her to decline. But I only have ten hours to teach her. To begin her training. Neglecting to make her obey now would not be in her best interest.

  I remove her gag with a quick tug and scowl my disapproval for her defiance. “Abstaining is not an option.”

  Her face registers surprise with her raised brows and parted lips. “Excuse me?”

  “You must sleep tonight, so I would like you to do so as easily as possible. The wine will help us avoid harsher sedatives. Drink.”

  “You drugged me,” she accuses.

  “I had to.”

  She huffs out a breath and turns away from me, but I don’t let that stop me. I reach for her chin and grasp it between my thumb and finger, forcing her gaze to mine. “You will do as I say, or I will punish you in front of my brothers. Is that what you wish?” I don’t moderate my tone. I don’t bother to hide the fact that I will punish her. Sooner or later, she will defy me and earn a punishment I’ll be forced to administer. If my plan goes as expected, eventually she might like it, but she will learn to obey. She might as well learn now how little choice she has in this.

  “Punish me?” she asks, her pink cheeks flushing even pinker than before. “In front of them? What… how”

  She’s so innocent, it’s almost endearing. Almost. The fire in her eyes makes my dick hard even as I yearn to punish her. The sooner I strip her of her defiance, the sooner she submits her will to mine.

  “Do you need a demonstration?”

  She frowns. “You kidnapped and drugged me, and now I’m supposed to accept a drink from you like you’re wining and dining me in a restaurant?”

  “Yes,” I tell her without apology. “Now choose. Drink or punishment.”

  I watch as her pouty lips thin. I can almost see her internal battle.

  Leaning in, I whisper in her ear, this time only for her to hear. “You have a choice, Sadie. Have a drink, or I take you across my knees and punish you like a child. You’ll sit on a sore backside for the rest of our trip, and know my brothers watched your chastisement, and likely it got them hard as fuck.” The humiliation will likely be worse for her than the actual physical pain of my punishment. Still, I watch with in
terest as she grits her teeth and narrows her eyes at me. With a frown, her gaze roams the length of my body then back to my eyes, and I watch with pleasure as a faint blush colors her cheeks and neck.

  “You’d spank me?”

  “With pleasure.”

  She has much to learn.

  “Fine,” she finally hisses out, turning away.

  I nod and hand her the drink. It isn’t exactly compliance, but it’ll do for now. I’m observing her every move. Her body language. She’s been eyeing Maksym and Demyan since they got on the plane, and I can feel fear emanating from her like heat from a fire.

  “You’re afraid,” I tell her. “Why?”

  Blinking at me, she turns with a look of incredulity. “Excuse me? What part of normal human behavior are you unfamiliar with? You abducted me. You put me on a plane. I have no idea what you plan to do with me. In fact, I’ll admit to utter confusion as I’m sure normal abductions don’t typically happen the way this one did.”

  My instinct to teach her manners bolts through me but I temper the need to correct her physically. For now, I’ll instruct her.

  “What about this has been abnormal?” I ask casually, taking a sip from my drink. I know, of course, but I want to hear her take on this.

  “I’m drinking wine,” she says. “You’ve threatened to punish me, but you’ve otherwise not abused me. And you haven’t raped me yet.”

  My hands clench into fists. Her eyes travel to my white-knuckled attempt at composure. The very idea of rape disgusts me, though there are men in my brigade who have no such disgust.

  “You are drinking wine because you need to rest, and if I give you another sedative, you’ll be groggier than I wish. When we arrive, we will make an appearance. I prefer for you to be lucid when that happens.” I take another sip of my drink and let her think about what I said before I continue. “Though I have no compunction about punishment if you earn it, I will not beat you,” I tell her. “In fact, my eventual goal is that you’ll crave it. The pain, at least. Eventually, you will learn to want to please me.”

  “Never,” she hisses. “You’re delusional and utterly arrogant.”

  I allow her to have her petty little tantrum. To think she still controls any of this. I dismiss the look of disgust that crosses her features. I have no doubt the very idea repulses her now, though deep down inside a part of her wonders what I have in mind. Morbid curiosity?

  “I will not rape you,” I repeat with a smile. “But make no mistake. I will fuck you, Sadie, and when I do, you’ll like it.”

  “The idea of being touched by you disgusts me,” she says, but her body betrays her. The pink at her cheeks and neck deepens, her pupils dilate. She’s an unblemished virgin, ignorant of the pleasure I can command from her body. I’ll take my time, though. I’ll enjoy her while she’s mine, for a little while. Permanent relationships are not for men like me, and anything beyond what I plan to use her for will destroy Dimitri’s plan.

  I will marry her. Obtain her inheritance. Pay my tribute to Dimitri.

  Then I’ll be rid of her, as women only complicate our mission.

  After a while, the wine makes her eyes grow sleepy, and the hum of the plane and dimmed lights makes her eyelids droop. Her head lolls to the side, but she blinks her eyes rapidly, like a child trying to stay awake past bedtime.

  “Rest,” I instruct. I snap my fingers to our attendant and obtain a blanket for her. I open it and spread it across our laps, tucking it in beside her. When I touch her, she stiffens, but I ignore that. The sooner she grows comfortable with me, the better.

  “Put your head on my shoulder,” I order. I wait for her compliance, but she sits stiffened by my side.

  “Sadie,” I warn. “Do you think I don’t mean what I say?” I reach for her leg and give her a warning squeeze.

  Her training would be a lot easier if we had more room in the cabin. Taking her across my lap for a spanking would likely subdue her, but it could get a little trickier in here. We normally travel with more luxurious aircraft than this, but we left too quickly to make arrangements and had to settle for something smaller.

  “I don’t want to snuggle with you,” she spits out. It’s so cute, I can’t help but smile, but I quickly sober.

  “I’m not asking you to snuggle.” What a stupid American word. “When I get you to my bed, there will be plenty of time for that. I asked you to put your head on my shoulder. Now do so. I’m not going to ask a second time.”

  With an angry little huff, she finally does as she’s told and rests her head on my shoulder. Her body’s stiff and unyielding. I smile to myself. I’ll enjoy watching her reserve slip away as I mold her will to mine and show her the pleasures of submission. Eventually, her breathing calms, and she’s almost asleep when we hit a pocket of turbulence. The plane rocks like we’re a toy shaken in the hands of a giant. Sadie lets out a little scream and bolts upright, but I only hold onto the armrests and wait for news from the pilot. This might be just a pocket, or we could be hitting a serious patch.

  Demyan curses and Maksym looks green around the edges. The plane roils and tumbles. Sadie whimpers beside me. Instinctively, I take the hand closest to me in both of mine.

  “Breathe through your nose,” I command. “And close your eyes.”

  Her eyes close and her lips purse. Inhaling, her shoulders rise and fall with the intakes of breath.

  “Good,” I tell her. “This is just a little turbulence. We’ll find out what’s going on as soon as the pilot can tell us.”

  Silently, she nods. The plane settles to a steady hum.

  Such a pretty girl. I admire the slope of her nose and curve of her chin, the disheveled hair that looks like she just got out of bed. The image of “just fucked’ hair makes me hard. She may look like a nondescript nobody, but to me, I see nothing but her hidden potential. I revel in my plans for her, and when I close my eyes, my mind wanders to images of what I’ll do to her.

  Lips, teeth, tongue. I’ll explore her intimately. Dominate her mind and body. Submit her will to mine.

  I wait until she falls asleep before I close my eyes. As I drift off to sleep, the plane vibrates and dips. Sadie sits bolt upright, and even Demyan and Maksym look troubled by the sudden change. I reach for her hand and expect her to pull away, but instead she holds on tighter, her face paling.

  “What’s happening?” she hisses. “God. You took me from my home and against my will and now you’re going to kill us.” The staid librarian has a temper.

  “Quiet,” I order. “Sit and hold my hand and focus on your breathing.” I don’t have the patience for her anger right now.

  “Yes, sir,” she says in mockery. My hand instinctively tightens on hers. She quiets.

  I issue rapid commands in Russian to our attendant, who quickly goes to the front of the plane for details. She returns a moment later and comes straight to me.

  “There’s nothing we need to fear, sir,” she says. “The pilot says we’ll settle soon.”

  “Thank you.”

  She leaves. Demyan closes his eyes and Maksym looks out the window.

  “Head on my shoulder,” I order Sadie.

  “Fine,” she whispers. “Might as well order me to kiss you or tell you I love you. If ordering people to do things they should do of their own free will gets your rocks off, lucky you.”

  I dislike her rudeness, and console myself with the knowledge that soon, her temper and sharp tongue will be trained. Soon, we will be home. Still, I won’t allow her to run her mouth at me.

  “Quiet. You’ve lost your privilege of speaking. Do so again and I’ll gag you.”

  Though she fumes, she obeys.

  I’ll give her a better use for that mouth. In time.

  Chapter Six

  Sadie

  With his shoulder as hard as a coffee table, I don’t expect to actually relax, but since sleep is the only escape for me, I’m grateful when it finally comes. I’m not sure how long I’m asleep, but when I wake, there’s
a crick in my neck and the sun is rising out the window. I lift my head and try to stretch. Kazimir’s hands are folded on his lap, his eyes closed, but I doubt he’s really asleep. Does a man like him, who commands people and steals women just because he wants to, really ever sleep?

  The blond man to my left is eyeing me in a way that makes my skin crawl. Kazimir seduced me, tricked me, then took me, and yet this blond guy is creepier. There’s something about those eyes that look predatory, and it unnerves me. The other man, the burly, dark-haired one, seems more of a gentle giant. There were others where he brought me, but it looks like we’re the only ones who came aboard this plane.

  How many of them are there? What will they do with me? What purpose do they have for a girl like me?

  My mind reels with the need to escape, the need to formulate a plan. I have no friends at home, my only contact my boss. Whatever country we’re going to must have an American embassy, or some type of police I could go to.

  How will I know who to trust? How will I know who’s on their payroll?

  The books he checked out of the library were about Russian military leaders, and a name like Kazimir definitely fits the bill.

  Are we going to Russia?

  My stomach drops. Russia is so very, very far away from home. The only image I have in my mind of Russia is what I know from my youth: cold, distant, and communist. Are they still a communist country? I frown, trying to remember. I really should have paid more attention to these things.

  Escape will be difficult with these huge, muscular men everywhere I turn. And then there’s the matter of how far away from home I am. My heart sinks. For now, my purpose is survival. Though I long to be home, I can’t get home if I’m dead.

  Will he kill me, though? Does he want to? Why would he? He’s told me he doesn’t wish to harm or rape me, though he doesn’t seem to have any reservations at all about punishing me.