to touch me or kiss me. I should have prote

ould have

ut him almost every day since that kiss two yea

rom the looks of it, great in bed. Every woman in Mos

t excep

all the time. I had fallen for his seduction like ev

e items I had. I didn't have a lot-just a few neck

ere waiting outside. One of them gra

ck to my apartment and just sleep. I didn

at he thought of hurting me. I didn't want to die. I wanted

e a man if he was too scared to be with me. I released

Milo since the moment I met him. However, I wa

was nowhere to be found. I wanted to ask where he was, but I a

king me?" I asked

new

However, when we stopped at the most luxurious hotel in Moscow, I he

One of Milo's men opened my side of the door and stared at me exp

rry about that. The b

enjoy the luxury of being in an expensive hotel. A man led me, and three others

ndings. The hotel boasted an impressive design. Th

he scene was a beautifully curved reception desk a

atured soft lighting beneath the counter. Behind the desk, large floral arrangemen

te mosaic tile designs near the reception area,

expansive, with high ceilings supported by large, ornate columns featurin

ndelier was adorned with glittering crystal, casting a warm,

sections. The floor was polished marble with an elegant geometric pattern, ref

s, arranged on either side of the long central ai

ring both comfort and refinement. Potted plants and indoor greenery wer

rs opened outside, allowing natu

's men led me straig

of the men accompanying me. How could she not? Even though they were in

e receptionist grabbed my ar

o didn't have to. I'm com

d. In fact, he acted

r. When the doors opened, I almost gasped

rds painted light beige, and there was a s

rcase leading upstairs to the second floor. The penthouse

could see myself spending the day there enjoying the fresh air and the view of the city. However, I

of luxury, and I certainly wouldn't f

r body in," a voice said in the b

ilo to take me bac

u're not going

an ch

poken to me. "What's your nam

s, ma

e

accepting any of this. I don't want to be in

urself. I don't act as a

sh out of the hotel and return to my humble apartment. I would die bef

r life. A man like Milo had no mo

otect you. We will re

stopped when I read who was at the door. I was too busy,

ned into a nightmare. I desperately wanted to talk to my

s happening between Milo and me when I di

all that eager to claim me. Most perverts who bought women

sweet time. I co

hipping up something to eat. As it turned out, I could get anything I wanted just by tellin

only thing he

I could tell him I didn't want to stay in hi

ous woman came into view. Her bl

fit her perfectly and showed off her curves-or lack of. She had

rina. I'm Mil