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“Is that so?” I inquire. I gesture to the chair, waiting for her to take a seat.
“Yeah, my day seemed twice as long without you here,” she says in a flirty voice. “I almost forgot what you look like.”
“Well, now that I’m here, I’ll make sure you get a good look,” I say, and begin opening the bottle of wine.
“Good,” she replies with an air of nonchalance.
I have no intention of telling her how much I crave her. Not until she’s all the way in. The truth is that I need her. Not only to be mine, but also to stay alive and keep my enemies at bay.
“I have a little something for you.”
Her eyebrows raise, her green eyes lighting up.
I walk over to the box of books I’ve brought. There are six of them stored inside, and I intend to give her another series if she keeps up her good behavior.
“Are these for me?”
“You were starting to get bored, no? I figured that it’s time to give you more reading material.”
There’s an undeniable surge of fondness blooming in my chest when her lips twitch in excitement. She quickly suppresses her smile and fakes indifference.
“Unless they’re more realistic than the crap you’ve given me before, I don’t care for them much,” she lies. “There’s just no way that any self-respecting woman would fall for her captor. No woman wants to be kidnapped, held against her will, and fucked into submission. That’s absurd.”
“Are you sure about that?” I challenge, handing her the first book. I quickly hide the next one behind the bottles of wine, excited to reveal them once her hunger for dirty mafia romance becomes too big to hide.
She clears her throat. She’s obviously flustered. It’s ridiculous how she constantly denies the simple truth, too proud to admit that being captivated by an enemy could be her darkest fantasy.
I have no doubt that she has turned her frustrations at me into self-pleasure. I’ve only spent so much time with her, and yet, I can tell she’s horny.
“Are we going to eat or what?” she snaps.
I smile.
“Have I told you that you’re hot when you’re angry?”
The expression on her face is impossible to comprehend. It’s a mixture of disbelief and pleasure. She can’t hide the darkening of her eyes. Once again, she lowers her gaze. Katarina’s lips curve up in a tight smile, and she shakes her head.
“Do you want me to pour you a glass?”
“Please.”
Her voice is sweet. Of course, my princess wants to tell me to shove the drink up my ass, but she’s too smart to say it out loud.
I can’t help it. For the first time since I’ve met her, she’s cracking me up.
What the fuck is happening to me?
It’s a lot easier to hold on to anger when I’m not near her.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I focus back on her. Katarina glances at me, but quickly averts her eyes when she notices that I’m watching her. She loves the attention. It won’t be long until she craves it.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, as I drop the napkin onto my lap and start uncovering the platters. “Eat before it gets cold.”
She silently digs into her food, eating as if she hasn’t had a good meal in a week.
As always, we begin with no conversation. It’s for the best. I want her to stew in her lust and slowly lose her mind over it.
It’s only when we come to dessert that she looks up from her plate. “Tell me about your day.”
