Adrian
I feed Kat another gummy and pull her panties on. I just made her orgasm twiceonce with my tongue, once on my dick. She’s completely blissed out, but I’m sick to my stomach.
I can’t believe I’m doing the same thing those mudaks at the rave did to her. The same sordid shit that was done to Nadia. But it was the best way I could come up with for keeping her quiet while I get her on the ship.
I have a plan. It’s a damn flimsy one, but it’s the only one my conscience can accept. The one where I somehow make her halfway willing. And sadly, giving her the CBD gummies labeled for anxiety is part of that plan.
So is sex.
I move quickly, dressing Kat back in her tiny skirt, bra, and one of my t-shirts. She’s floppy and compliant as a rag doll. Her hands are still freeI let her sleep with the zip ties offbut that’s about to change.
“Okay, malyshka. It’s time to move. I need to put your zip ties back onjust for a while.”
“No,” she pouts, but there’s no fight behind the words. She’s all floppy-sulky. I pick up her wrists and kiss them before I roll her to her side and fasten her hands behind her back. This is the most dangerous part of my plan. The part where many things could go wrong. I can’t have her making any sound or getting free.
I fasten another zip tie around her ankles, and she gasps in exaggerated outrage. “What are you doing, Adrian?”
“I’m moving you,” I explain again. “If you’re good, I can cut these free when we get to our destination.”
“I won’t be good,” she threatens.
A rush of fondness surges, and when it mingles with my guilt, I’m tempted to abort the whole mission. But no. I can’t. I’m so damn close now. Besides, she knows everything about me. I stupidly, idiotically, gave her every detail, so her father could come after me and the Chicago Bratva. There’s no stopping now. Not until he’s dead.
“I know, dietka.” I stroke my thumb down the curve of her cheek. “But I can handle you.”
That’s what she likes. Being bad and getting gently punished. I’m using that kink against her no, for herfuck, I don’t even know anymore.
I’m using her kink to try to make this work for her.
Bozhe moi, I hope it does. Traumatizing her would be unforgivable.
I leave her on the bed and wheel the large crate Feodor delivered with the van over to the side of the bed. I brought it in last night while she slept. At the same time, I scrubbed the place of all traces of our fingerprints or DNA.
Her eyes fly wide now, and she shakes her head. “No, no, no, no.”
“It’s okay, malyshka.” I scoop her wiggling, protesting form up and pivot to gently lay her in the soft bed of shredded paper inside the crate. “Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to pretend I’m giving you a little cage time before your punishment.”
She stills for a moment, her blue gaze wide. “What?” she croaks. Her nipples bead up beneath my white shirt.
I lightly brush my thumb across one. “It’s a game, dietka. You’ve been a bad girl. I’m putting you in your cage to wait for your punishment.”
“N-no.” I can tell she’s tweaked by the suggestion. Her eyes dilate, lips part.
I nod firmly. “I need you to be a good girl.”
“No, Adrian.” She’s scared. Of course, she is. The gummies seem to take the edge of it, though. Her body remains relatively relaxed. “You can’t do this.”
“Please, Kateryna. I don’t want to make threats or knock you out. Play this game with me.”
She locks eyes on me, searching my face. “Where are we going?”
I shake my head and tie the gag around her mouth. “No!” she screams around it.
“Just until you’re in the van.” I tuck a sweater around her, so she won’t get cold, close the lid of the crate, grab my packed duffel bag and quickly finish wiping the apartment of any prints or DNA either of us left behind before I wheel her out. Then I lock the door and leave the key under the mat for the landlord.
As soon as I get the crate loaded in the vanthank fuck for the liftgateI open the lid to the crate and take off the gag, placing my finger on her lips. “See? You can trust me, no?”
Kat’s startled gaze skitters around the ceiling of the van and back to my face.
“Be good.” I leave her in the back with the lid off and shut the back gate then jog around to the driver’s side. My phone rings, and I check the screen.
Ravil.
I decline the call, even though I know it will cost me when I see him again.
If I see him again.
I check under the front seat of the van and find Feodor left me a pistol as I asked. I tuck it in my jacket pocket now.
“Adrian?” The fearful pitch of Kat’s voice makes my chest cold.
“Right here. I’ll be with you the whole time. I’m not selling you. I’m not leaving you. Okay?”
“Cage time,” she says weakly and relief rushes through me.
I was asking a lot for her to turn this into a sexual fantasy and not a terror, but she’s trying.
Driving in the UK is a total pain in the ass because of the left-hand side of the road, but I handle it. I get to the dock, where I climb in the back of the van.
“Gag goes back on, malyshka. After your cage time, I’ll give you everything you need. Da?”
She closes her eyes and hums softly like she’s working to keep herself from freaking out.
“Good girl,” I murmur and reattach the gag then close the lid.
I sure as hell hope this works.
I unload the crate from the van and wheel it in front of my shipping container. The guy named Rodion is there, waiting for me. I give him 200 pounds, and he opens it up and lets me in with the crate, closing it behind me.
I immediately remove the lid from the crate, so Kat can get eyes on me. “I’m still here,” I say, as if my presence is a comfort to her. As if I’m not the guy who has her tied up in a crate about to set sail for America.
She tries to speak around the gag, but I hold my finger to her lips.
“Gag stays on a little longer.” I stroke her face and lightly fondle her breasts, trying to make this pleasurable instead of frightening. It seems to work. After a few minutes, she makes a soft humming noise and lets her eyes drift closed.
I stroke my hand over her scantily clad ass, admiring her form with my palm. I keep her relaxed and calm this way for more than an hour when our shipping container is finally lifted and transported onto the freight ship.
Once there, I remove her gag. Her lids flutter open. “Where are we?” Her voice sounds hoarse. I fumble in my bag for a bottle of water and lift her to a sitting position to take a drink.
“Are we on a ship?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes are wide and horrified. She looks around the inside of the shipping container. “Why?”
This is how my sister was transported to America.
I don’t tell her that, though. My original idea of reenacting, or mostly pretending to reenact all the things done to Nadia now seems horrific. What was I thinking?
This whole plan is starting to feel half-baked. Is that the real reason I won’t call Ravil back? Because I’m certain he’ll tell me to abort-mission? That I’m out of my mind?
Fuck.
Now I’m not only out of my mind, but I’ve dragged Kat with me. Wild, sweet, beautiful Kat. The girl who is quickly becoming something precious to me.
Even though it’s not safe yet, I pull out my knife and cut her wrists and ankles loose. “Come here, malyshka.” I reach in to lift her out. Instead of using my help to climb out, she clings to me like a koala bear, wrapping her slender legs around my waist and burying her face in my neck.
“I’m sorry, Kateryna. I know that sucked.”
“It did,” she agrees but doesn’t sound all that upset.
I stand holding her, rocking from side to side like she’s a baby needing comfort. After a moment, she says, “I do want to play cage with you, though.”
A puff of laughter escapes my chest. “Good. Because we will have plenty of time to kill on this ship.”
“Where are we going?”
“America.”
“My father isn’t in America.”
My senses sharpen. “Where is he?”
“If I tell you, will you let me go?”
I only consider it for a moment. “Nyet.” It’s impossible. I’d never get near him without her as my bait.
“Why not?” She sounds offended.
“I won’t make you responsible for your father’s demise. That isn’t right.”
“And this is?” She kicks her legs, and I put her down on her feet. She glares at me. “I think you have a contorted notion of right and wrong, Adrian.”