He carried me all the way to the presidential suite on the top floor of an ultra-luxurious six-star hotel.
Along the way, I tried to signal for help from anyone who could see me. But whether it was the drug robbing me of coherent speech, or because Ivan had already warned every one of them—they all ducked their heads like frightened quail, refusing to meet my desperate eyes.
Ivan laid me gently on that enormous king-sized bed.
"Ivan... you're going to hell for this." I squeezed the words through clenched teeth.
He suddenly leaned down, pressing his scorching lips against my carotid artery, feeling the frantic pulse hammering there in terror. He let out a sigh of pure pleasure. "Darling, as long as you're in hell with me, it's paradise."
While whispering, he thrust into me without merc
