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tried to stop them, a lethal combat would have ensued.
    “Very well,” the Russian said, his accent thick. “We will contact you within the week. But eh,” his cold eyes flickered over Kirk's shoulder to where Evelyn stood in the center of her apartment, clutching a jacket to her breast. She had very quickly worked out what was going on and had taken refuge in silence. “Do not touch her, eh comrade. Vlad wants her pure.”
    The assumption that she was pure was something of a stretch, Kirk thought. He did not reply, not deigning to acknowledge the warning and the threat behind it. Vlad considered Evelyn his already. He would abide by the terms of the agreement, as far as they could be enforced, but he wanted her.
    The Russians turned and walked away, leaving Kirk with bile rising in his throat. The casual way they talked about human flesh was indicative of their many crimes against decency, against humanity. To them a woman was a commodity to be traded, her mind and wishes secondary to the desires of the male.
    He shut the door and turned to Evelyn, who had gone pale with fear. Good. She needed to be afraid. “We're leaving.” This time, there was no resistance, she gathered her few belongings mutely and when he indicated that she should, she took his hand and allowed him to lead her down to his car as mildly as a lamb.
     
     
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    “You will never set foot outside that door without my permission, you understand?”  Kirk's expression was severe and Eve shied away from him, taking refuge by the arm of the couch she was sitting on as he paced back and forth in front of her. The curtains had been drawn closed tightly all around the house and all the windows and doors were bolted. He was concerned, that much was obvious. She didn't need him to tell her that, she could see it in the tense planes of his face, in the rigid way he held his shoulders. He was in a heightened state of alertness and had been since the Russians had paid their little visit to her apartment.
    The entire long and complicated drive back to his home had been conducted in a heavy silence she'd found almost intolerable. Her composure was on the edge of deserting her completely. She'd finally come to understand that this wasn't a matter of her father's that could be avoided by returning to her life. This was a matter of hers. They wanted her.
    “Why?” She whispered the question to herself.
    “Why?” Kirk rounded on her, looming over her. “Because I tell you so.”
    She uttered a cry of surprise and fear at his sudden and angry reaction. “No, I was wondering why they want me so badly,” she explained, her voice a soft whimper.
    “Oh,” his posture relaxed slightly. “Vlad is a rich man. He is accustomed to getting what he wants. The fact that you're difficult to get is probably whetting his appetite all the more,” Kirk speculated.
    “I don't want him to have me,” Eve said softly.
    “Well you're not helping your situation by running out of the house the moment my back is turned,” he lectured her. “You will suffer the consequences for that, young lady.”
    “What are they?” Her lip curled. “What could you possibly do to me that's worse than what the Russians will do?”
    He shook his head at her, his hands clenching and unclenching by his side. His frustration was a palpable force. “I don't want to hurt you. I want you to do as you're told.”
    “I will,” she promised.
    His response to her facile promise was a low growl. “No, you won't. I've seen how you behave Evelyn, you pretend to go along with what I say and the moment my back is turned you do whatever you were planning to do in the first place.”
    Her smirk was hard to hide. She'd gotten him good on their first go round. He'd taken her for some dim bimbo and she'd proved otherwise. But it was his turn to surprise her and prove a point. “I'm going to spank you,” he said suddenly, as if he'd just snapped to a decision.
    All she could do was