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And I never for a second believed that she would comply.
Fuck!
My cock twitched in my pants, and blood boiled in my veins when I remembered her body in those damn underwear that left nothing to the imagination, followed by the moment her bralette came off. At the sight of her pink hard tits, I was ready to lose it. I was ready to stand up from the fucking bed, turn her the fuck around, and take her from behind.
I’d pictured it—achedfor it. To see her essence on my cock, grip her slender hips, and kiss her hard and senselessuntil her knees buckled. My desire for the woman was almost brainless, and it irked me. Made me feel weak and out of control. And losing control over anything was sufficient enough to make me furious.
I was in the kitchen, leaning on the island and refilling the glass in my grasp, ready to drink, when Freya emerged from the hallway. My thirst changed course when our gazes met from across the room. With her makeup and heels on, she was even more gorgeous.
I pushed myself off the counter with a clamped jaw, abandoned the glass, and went up to her.
Her blush was evident, and it made me remember how her heartbeat had sped up when I stood behind her by the dresser. I’d seen her conflicting desire, felt her body tremble when my fingers brushed down her spine, and wanted to devour her on the spot.
After a brief acknowledgment, Anna disappeared behind us, and Freya glanced around. She smacked her lips together and fidgeted with her fingers. I saw the flash of her gripping the dresser tightly and remembered how good and warm her body had felt pressed against mine.
“Will you finally tell me where we’re going?”
My nostrils flared; the memories were doing no good.
“Don’t ask questions,” I snapped, and she flinched. “Be a silent, pretty doll for me tonight.” I turned my back and led the way, and I thought I heard her mutter “asshole” under her breath.
We got to the elevator, and the ride down was. After we exited, the only sound was her heels clicking against the concrete while we walked to the car.
Close to the exit, Anatoly stood by the door with one hand in his coat pocket and the other raised to his mouth witha cigarette between his fingers. The butt glowed red, and he exhaled clouds of white smoke while we advanced.
Beside me, Freya clutched a handful of her dress, struggling to avoid stumbling over her own feet as she mumbled under her breath. Her words were barely audible, but I managed to catch a snippet—and it was enough to set my temper flaring.
I twisted to the side, snatched her by the wrist, and yanked her closer. When I lowered my face, her eyes bulged animatedly, flickered from my fingers and back to my face, and morphed from annoyed to confused.
“Wh—what are you doing?”
But I ignored the fear and held her anyway.
“Listen to me. Don’t you dare try anything stupid tonight. You must be on your best behavior. Emphasis onmust. Do exactly as I say, and don’t try to act fucking smart. You already know what I’m capable of. I have your mother, your friend, Ruby, and Zeya within reach. I don’t even have to snap a finger. I can end their lives at any moment and make it seem like an accident.”
For the first time since I’d crossed paths with the daring detective, I saw her truly broken. Her gaze faltered like a shattered mirror. I’d mentioned the one thing I knew would crack her composure—her loved ones.
Helplessness seeped into her eyes, and her voice trembled as she whispered, “Don’t...don’t do that.”
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the desperation in her tone. I didn’t expect her to plead the threat. “Don’t dowhat, Freya?”
Hearing me call her name, her lips quivered with more intensity. “Just, please...keep them safe. I don’t want any harm to come to them. Please, I’ll do whatever you want.”
A smirk spread across my face, and I savored the taste of control. This was what I had been waiting for—the moment she realizedIheld all the cards.
“Whatever I want?” I repeated, my voice dripping with amusement. “You have no idea what I want. But you will find out soon enough.”
Her eyes darted around the empty parking lot, as if searching for an escape or a lifeline. But there was none. She was trapped, and I was the one holding all the keys. I took another step closer, my eyes never leaving hers.
“What I want is what I’ve said—for now. Don’t stir up shit where we are going, and they’ll be safe.”
Her face crumpled, and she looked away, unable to meet my gaze. I walked away from her, knowing I’d won this small battle, and the triumph was intoxicating. But I also knew that Detective Freya Fox was far from defeated. She would plot, she would scheme, and she would try to find a way to break free because she was a fighter.
And I would be ready.
Chapter 12 – Freya
How on Earth did I find the man attractive?
