I knocked Dimitri into the hood of his car, twisted his arms behind his back, and slammed a pair of cuffs around his wrists.

The man was strong and masculine, and yet he did not stand a chance against the fury of a purpose-driven

Russian policewoman in a tight-fitting uniform. He struggled against the scorching hot hood of his car, but could not

pick himself up. I could giggle over his helplessness as I pinned him down, but I resisted the

urge to give in to the fluttery emotion inside of me. Why am I being arrested? He groaned. Let go of me. Come with me, and you'll find out.

My voice was too breathy for recognition, but he heard the words anyway. My Mustang was just

across the street. So I gingerly heaved him off the hood of his car, pulled him with me, and jay walked to

the street where my glossy black Mustang awaited us.

Dimitri seemed to have no idea when to give up.

He kept wiggling as I frog marched him to my car. I clicked my tongue at him. I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Resisting arrest will only make things worse for you. You know that. And I won't hesitate to give you

what you're asking for. My voice was crisp and clear. Each word with the precision of a flaming bullet.

I yanked open the left door to the passenger seat of my car and shoved him in. This time,

he didn't try to resist. He sat still, his eyes on me as I shut the door. I walked around the car to the front passenger seat,

ducked behind the wheel, and drove off to my apartment. We arrived in no time. I led him into my

bedroom and shoved him into a wall so his hard muscular chest was flat against the soft

mounds of my chest. I wrapped the fingers of his

right hand around his neck and grabbed his right hand with my left hand. He gasped, but did not say a word.

You're going to save yourself now, Dimitri. I clicked my tongue. Dmitri? No way. Only a real man deserves a name

so masculine. So I'll call you Lada. That's what a sissy like you deserves, ain't it? He swallowed a lump in

his throat. I could tell my words were hitting home, exactly what I wanted.

What would you have me do?

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