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Because even with come drying on my thighs, I don’t budge. Instead, I just fast forward until my video feed of Sophia’s room is live again.

Then, I just watch.

She hasn’t left the bed yet. No. She’s just gently rubbing her wrist and staring off into space. The blank look on her face is almost as alluring as when it’s contorted with anger or frustration or pleasure.

I’ve fucked her up just as badly as she’s fucked me up. At least I can find some solace in that.

For a while, I just watch my captured princess as she sits mindlessly in bed. She’s still naked. So am I. It’s strangely intimate. Eventually, her empty gaze even wanders directly into the camera.

Our eyes meet, and even though it’s not direct, the hair on the back of my neck still stands up.

… What are you thinking, Sophia?

Before I can do something stupid, like go back and ask her, I hear a familiar vibrating sound coming from my desk.

My cell phone is ringing.

“What?” I quickly answer.

“Have you gotten any answers from the girl?” It’s Ray. He probably feels more responsible for her kidnapping than he should, because he was with me on our trip to Louisiana.

“Yes,” I mindlessly mumble, eyes wandering back to the screen. Licking my lips, I think of how Sophia confessed to me. A virgin. Hell, she’s never even been kissed before.

She still hasn’t. Somehow, I held back.

“… And?”

“And what?”

“What did she tell you?” Ray pushes.

Fuck. What did she tell me?

Running a hand down my face, I try to pull my gaze from the screen. From her. But I can’t.

I want to make you tell me so much more, princess.

“I’ll tell you later,” I deflect. “When I have all of the pieces to this puzzle.”

“So, we’re dealing with a whole puzzle now, huh? Fuck. I hate puzzles.”

“So do I,” I mumble. Finally, something gives in and I find the strength to push myself off my chair and turn away from the screen. Away from her. “Any word from the Greeks?”

“Plenty.”

“Anything specific?”

“They’re threatening a whole lot. Well, some of them are. That Retsos fucker we met in the swamp is trying his best to sound threatening, but I can tell he’s desperate. Far more desperate than those who are calling us with death threats. I was hoping you’d be able to tell me why there was such a discrepancy in their reactions…”

“Why would I be able to tell you that?” I huff, stumbling out of my dark office and back into my bedroom. Immediately, I head back for the bathroom. I’ve made another fucking mess. I need to clean myself up before I do anything else.

“…. Uh, because you have the girl that this Retsos fuck met us with. You know, the fucking Xiphias princess… What have you really gotten out of her, Leo—”

“Enough,” I interrupt. Turning the shower on, I step back and watch the steam rise again. “I’ll get the answers we need. That’s why I took the girl in the first place…”

“You assassins seem to be better at stealing people than you are at getting them to talk. Me, on the other hand, I could get that pretty little Greek bird to sing in a second, just lock me in a room with her and—”

“I said, ENOUGH!” I command. My voice echoes like thunder around the bathroom and I squeeze my cell phone so hard I can feel it bend beneath my grip. “She’s mine. And that’s that. Understand?”

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