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I freeze when I hear the key turning in the lock again. Did she forget to say something, like,next time you try to seduce my boss I’ll cut out your tongue?

Clutching the dress in front of me, I face the door, expecting to see short black curls and dark eyes, but my heart leaps into my throat when I find myself staring at Leonid Ivanov’s expensively clad chest.

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Somethinginside me uncoils and then scurries to tie itself back up in knots when I open the door to find her standing by the bed naked. My breath hitches. My cock instinctively rises to the occasion, bulging against my pants.

Tamara didn’t warn me that I would find her undressed.

I glance back along the corridor, but Tamara has already vanished. Did she deliberately withhold this information? Is she angry with me for being too lenient with the printzessa, or is she still upset with me about our conversation the evening before? Because she believes that Gianna’s presence changes everything.

I haven’t seen Ivana since the cold room—she is no doubt releasing her frustration in the shooting range or on the first poor unsuspecting guy who offers to buy her a drink at the casino.

I’m here because I need to set the wheels in motion to complete the mission and return Gianna to her family. Tainted, as I’d so nonchalantly pointed out to my father. Whatever twisted scenario my father might’ve painted inside his head when I revealed my intentions, he should know me well enough to understand that I would never corrupt the printzessa against her will. I am not a monster. Not that kind of monster anyway.

No, Gianna will come to me of her own free will. She will be unable to resist my obvious charms. She will succumb to my advances and beg me to take her, and that’s how I will deliver her back to Xander and Melissa: panting, wet, and so desperate for me that no one else will ever do.

I mentally shake myself.

I’m an asshole, I won’t deny it, but I’m not normally such a conceited, arrogant asshole who thinks women will fall at my feet and beg for me to fuck them in every available orifice. Sure, it has happened before. On several occasions. But I never take the women up on these offers because my cock shrinks far too quickly when I’m with someone who has no self-respect. He’s a fussy fucker.

I already knew that corrupting Gianna Sedric would be a challenge. It was part of the attraction when I gave the order to kidnap her rather than her sister Melissa. But I’m starting to realize that perhaps I underestimated her, and this sends an unexpected buzz of excitement shooting through my veins that is better than any shot of Billionaire Vodka.

It has been a long while since I have experienced the thrill of anticipation, and I didn’t even realize how much I missed it until our little game over breakfast yesterday.

Even now, standing there naked with the gray dress barely covering her breasts and pussy, she faces me squarely, her turquoise eyes locked onto mine. She is vulnerable, but she hides it beneath the veneer of Sedric pride. Perhaps she is more like her family than she realizes.

I allow my gaze to roam her body. I can see the swell of her breasts on either side of the flimsy fabric barrier, the curve of her pale hips, the dip of her waist. She has a tiny mole on her left hip, and I can already imagine how it would feel to track my tongue around it before making my way to her exposed sex.

My cock twitches, and I raise my eyes to meet hers. She still watches me coolly, as if daring me to come any closer. This should ignite my anger; she should, after all, be intimidated by me, her captor. But I still recall the way it felt when she pressed her trembling body against me beneath the comforter, like a wounded bird, and I want to know how it will feel when she comes to me willingly.

Her hair is still damp from the shower. I can smell jasmine and something else that makes my balls throb. Her natural smell perhaps. Or the promise of sex. Because with my eyes lingering on the inviting curve of her breasts, I’m struggling to think of anything else but taking her nipples between my teeth and nibbling on them until she groans with pleasure.

This is proving to be the most enjoyable mission yet, and it’s all thanks to Xander Amory. Perhaps I should send him a thank you note with a lock of Gianna’s hair.

My lips form a smile before I can stop myself.

Still, she doesn’t speak, and I wish I knew what she was thinking.

“How are you feeling?” My eyes track the dark angry bruise on her jaw, and she instinctively juts her chin, still defiant, wearing the mottled stain like a trophy.

“Are you asking because you care?”

She could back away into the bathroom and get dressed in private. She could ask me to turn around while she covers her nakedness with the dress. But she does neither. It occurs to me that Gianna is perhaps still taunting me after her seductive display at breakfast, but if that were the case, she would drop the dress and show me what I’m missing.

No. Gianna Sedric is proving to me that I don’t scare her. She is either very brave or very reckless. I cannot wait to find out which.

“Yes. You are important to me.”

“So important that you ordered Ivana to torture me?”

“I ordered her to teach you a lesson in obedience.” My conversation with Tamara slides back to the forefront of my mind.So long as you and the asset both believe this to be true, then we have nothing to worry about.“I am not here to talk about Ivana.”

“What are you here to talk about?”

“You, Gianna.”

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