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property so you’ll understand my caution about any plans you might have been making to dig anywhere near the house.”
    “Yeah, hidden tunnels would be kind of hard to explain to a construction crew, but not to worry. I have no plans to dig anything, except maybe a few pansies and tulip bulbs.”
    “That should be safe enough,” he agreed with a sharp-toothed smile as he led her down a dark, winding spiral staircase.
    He took a flashlight from his pocket and gave it to her. Apparently he could see in the dark but had brought the light for her. It was a thoughtful gesture that seemed oddly kind considering the dire situation.
    When they had walked a distance down a relatively straight and surprisingly well-appointed tunnel, he unlocked a massive steel door, inputting several combinations of numbers and at least two keys before it swung open with hardly a sound. He motioned her to precede him and with a wave of his hand, lit several candles to illuminate the spacious room.
    “Take a look around.” He swept his hand out in a welcoming gesture.
    They were in her living room. Well, not her living room, but a replica of the room in her house above ground that was the same size, shape and position to the front door. She moved forward, noting the lovely, antique furniture. In pristine condition, it was the elaborate décor of a bygone era.
    It was beautiful.
    The doors from the living room led off in the same configuration as her home above, though the rooms were used for different purposes. Her kitchen, for example, was a very masculine study complete with wingchairs, a beautiful writing desk and an elaborate computer station. As she explored further, she found a spacious bath with waterworks probably shared from the house above.
    She avoided the door that would lead to the master bedroom, but Dmitri was behind her every step of the way. He cornered her in the room next door, a room he used as a library, though it had comfortable chairs and a sofa near the door.
    “So what is your answer to my proposal, Carly?”
    She faced him squarely, her heart in her throat. “Do I really have any choice?”
    He shook his head slowly. “No. Neither of us has any choice in this at all, I fear.” He moved closer, taking her in his arms, gently but securely.
    “Fate has decided for us, my sweet. You are mine.”

Chapter Five
    “I’m not a promiscuous woman, Dmitri.”
    “I know.” He smiled gently. “I value your discretion and the fact that I will be the only man to know your beautiful body from this moment forward. You will be mine completely, Carly. Don’t expect me to be able to share you or let you go.”
    He brought his lips down to hers, probing inside with his hot tongue, unable to wait, but she was with him every step of the way. A little hesitant at first, she was soon grabbing at his clothes, pushing the jacket from his shoulders with eager hands. She wanted more of him. For real this time.
    He took her to the sofa, tucking her under his large frame as he tore at her clothing. The coat had been dropped in the living room, thankfully, but the button down shirt and jeans she wore were definitely in his way. Buttons popped and scattered as he tore the shirt open, literally ripping it from her body. Her jeans were harder to deal with but he dispatched them just as easily with his great strength. The lace of her bra was gone with the snap of his fingers as was the little scrap of lace between her succulent thighs.
    When she was naked, he sat back and looked his fill. She was gorgeous, as he knew she would be. Generous breasts and a womanly, hourglass figure nearly had him drooling. She had the body of a 1940s pinup girl. His own personal wet dream come true. Lifting her in his arms, he took her into his bedroom, where he had dreamed of having her for many long nights.
    “This is the room from the dream.” She seemed to recognize the opulent four-poster bed and the tapestry wall hangings as he deposited her on the plush