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Walking slowly, the tip of the cigarette hissing as it burns, I leave Igor curled up in the fetal position as I take out my burner phone and make a call to 911. With the majority of the workers already out of the building, there’s little chance anyone would have found him before morning. I’ll figure out tomorrow how he managed to get a jump on me in the first place. Peter better have a good explanation for this lapse in security.
Once in my car, I take a deep, steadying breath and force myself to think about other things. Things like having dinner with my fiancée. I’ll have to bring my best game tonight. Despite what I told Igor, I have no intention of forcing myself on her.
Soon, she’ll be asking me to touch her.
She’ll be begging for me to fuck her.
And I’ll be more than happy to oblige.
TWENTY
NIKOLAI
I grab the stack of books and put them on the bottom shelf of the food trolley.
My blonde vixen might try to hide her growing interest in dark romance, but the burning pit of desire in her eyes makes it clear where her thoughts are. With nothing else to do, I’m sure she has read them and let her fantasies run amok.
It’s exactly what I intended.
I want to be her first thought when she wakes up, the last one before she goes to sleep, and the star in all her fantasies throughout the day.
“Is that all?” I ask when Olga brings me another set of plates, placing them on the middle shelf.
“Yes, sir,” she replies.
I thank her and motion for her to move aside.
She’s learned to trust my judgment, and she knows better than to question me. She’s not privy to my plans, and she never asks.
She closes the big painting that conceals the entrance to the Prohibition Era tunnels behind me. It’s important that no one besides me and my team knows of its existence.
Katarina greeted me enthusiastically yesterday, ready to continue our little foreplay. If her face hadn’t been flushed in anticipation, her swollen, parted lips and the roaming of her green eyes over my face and down my chest would’ve been dead giveaways. Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t in the mood to give her what she craved.
At least not yet.
Not until she begs me for it.
There’s nothing quite like the look of a woman ready to be fucked. I will have her soon, and once I do, it will be with her pleasure in mind. Because knowing that I’m in control of her body and heart is the only way I’ll be able to trust her.
And once that time comes, she’ll be tethered to me to for an eternity, never to go back to her father again.
Taking her away from him for good is the only suitable revenge.
With a slight shake of my head, the thoughts are banished into the deepest corners of my heart. If my plan is to work, that part of me needs to remain hidden. Katarina can’t get even a glimpse of it.
When I reach the door, I press my thumb against the scanner. It’s connected to the security system and has been programmed not to sound an alarm if I hold the plate for at least three seconds. The door opens for me. I take it one step at a time, pushing the food trolley inside and then making sure it closes behind me.
Olga has already set up the table and the chairs. I’ve also sent her new clothes. I want to see how good the outfits look on her, and maybe even peel one off her. After yesterday, I doubt she’ll be able to hold back for much longer—not after we dive into the wine I’ve brought.
Katarina comes out of the bathroom just as I finish setting up. She’s wearing a tight green dress that matches her eyes and makes my breath catch in my throat.
I can’t let it show. Not yet.
For my plan to be successful, I must not lose my cool, regardless of how hard she makes it.
“Good evening, serdtse,” I say, wanting her to get used to her nickname. “How was your day?”
A nervous laugh falls from her lips. “Boring.”
