Page 8 of Captured Obsession

“My body is not part of these negotiations,” she seethes.

I lean in with a ruthless smile, brushing my lips against her ear. “I’ll remind you the men here don't play fair. It's in your best interest not to attempt any form of negotiation with anyone if you want to remain untouched.”

Her breath hitches, and as I study her in my peripheral vision, I'm certain her body shudders, notin fear but in anticipation. I lean away and turn back toward the desk, the smell of her too enticing.

I'm not a man who struggles with women. They serve a purpose—to provide me with a release. But no other woman I’ve met has carried the same fire that this one does. She demands to be seen. To be heard. To be taken seriously.

“I'll make a deal with you. I'll take you outside, allow you to receive some fresh air, and you’ll choose your own clothing,” I offer. “I'm most hospitable as you are a guest here, not a prisoner.”

“You make it sound like a dog being walked by its master.”

“Doesn't that just thrill you?” I ask, pocketing my hands as I lean against the edge of the desk.

There’s another hitch in her breathing, and I become more curious as to what this little minx might be into. I could break her effortlessly. Who knows, perhaps she'd be the type to easily be trained. Not that I've ever used a sexual partner more than once.

“I might even let you go off the leash.”

Her gaze narrows, broadcasting how pissed she is by the comment. I can't help but feel smug.

“What do you require from me?” she asks.

Ah, a smart woman after all.

“From now on, you join me for breakfast every morning. And you will eat.” She doesn't seem too impressed by the demand, which I find odd, consideringshe literally needs to eat to survive. “Do we have a deal?”

“How good is the walk?” she grits out.

“Once in a lifetime, since you’ll be in my presence,” I reply, working hard to keep from smiling.

“Sounds like I drew the short stick.”

“Udav,” Andrei says as he enters the room with one of my men trailing him. Andrei nods politely at Sienna, and I suspect it’s out of guilt from being the one who assisted in cornering her in the alleyway. I can tell in his expression that it doesn’t sit well with him.

The other man’s gaze immediately drops to the floor, and he knows better than to speak before being addressed. I can smell the fear from here, and there’s a noticeable drop of sweat running from his hairline to his eyebrow.

“Did you think this would be funny?” I ask him in Russian. Sienna looks between us, seemingly confused.

“No, sir, I simply thought it would be a waste to not see her body. We thought it would be a perk?—”

I cut him off. “We?” He goes quiet, and I look at Andrei. “Have any other men approached her room?”

“No,Udav, not on my watch.”

I glower back at the man cowering before me. “I'll need those other names.”

“I misspoke. I acted alone,” he says quickly.

Lie. My gaze narrows, locking in on my prey.

I turn to Sienna and flick my hand to indicate thatshe should step to the side. Surprisingly, she does it. Taking not one but two steps back.

“Then you alone shall die for their sins and misjudgment to act selfishly while under my command.” I pull out my gun, ignoring the shrill sound that comes from Sienna as she covers her mouth. I pull the trigger and shoot the man right between his brows. Andrei closes his eyes and turns away as blood splatters against his face.

As the body drops to the floor, I walk over to Andrei and offer him one of the dresses. “To clean your face. I'll also have you ready my car. I'll be taking the little doll out today.”

When I turn around, Sienna is staring into space as if her soul has escaped her, her body trembling. For just a split second, I wonder if perhaps I should've asked her to leave the room first. Then again, there's no point in pretending I'm something I'm not.

This jolt of fear might better act as a reminder for her to not be so demanding around me.