Page 43 of Captured Obsession

I grab her by the throat gently. “Do you think you have a few more screams for me,mishka?”

“Only if you give me something to scream about.” I hear the challenge in her tone, and it has my cock twitching.

My obsession for this pretty little captive is growing at an alarming rate. I’m already in deep, desperate for every touch she’ll permit me. And this fixation could prove deadly for both of us.

17

NIKOLAI

“What?” she demands as she scoops up another handful of popcorn.

“For someone who doesn't seem to like eating, you can certainly put back a bag of popcorn with ease.”

She shrugs. “Well, I've been burning more calories than usual.” She gives me a pointed look. Those same eyes giving me a come-fuck-me look this morning were what had me bending her over the breakfast table, gagging her with my hand so when she screamed my name, my men wouldn't hear her.

A suggestive smile plays on her lips as she looks back to the television. Much to my surprise, she didn't argue when I sat down beside her on the bed, even though it was a part of our pinkie promise. Though she still made it very clear I’m not welcome by creating apillow wall between us. Not that it bothers me in the least; my cock is still hard for her.

I scan my gaze along her bare legs, and the rest of her that's covered by an identical silk pajama set to the one I destroyed the other night. I have every intention of ripping her clothes off, but for now, I'm willing to play her game. Patience is not a virtue of mine; however, my denied pleasure does offer a bizarre thrill that I don't often get.

Maybe it's because I find amusement in the fact that this little doll thinks she's in control of the situation.

A woman on the television screams at another woman, accusing her of having an affair with her husband. I don't know why people watch this shit. It's clearly scripted, with terrible actors. But despite that, Sienna looks enthralled.

I study her as the scene unfolds, ensuring it doesn’t dig up unnecessary thoughts of her ex-fiancé. Because there is no room for him to come between us—not even as a ghost. It’s taking every ounce of my self-control to not go kill him after reading multiple public speculations around the matter.

I may be a killer, but what people are willing to publicly print and exploit in the name of entertainment is absolutely heinous. If people stopped caring so much what others were doing in their lives, then perhaps they would sit with themselves long enough to realize how shitty their own lives actually are.

I then mentally curate a list of everyone who singled Sienna out and created some bullshit claim about her thoughts on the matter when I know for a fact nobody has spoken to her directly because she’s been under my supervision for weeks. It might take me a few years to kill them all, but I consider myself a dedicated mercenary.

My phone rings, and when I look down, I see it's one of my men stationed in New York to keep an eye on the Armanis.

I rise from the bed and step out into the hall, so Sienna doesn't overhear. I've given Andrei and Sergey the evening off, so I’m alone at the moment.

“This better be good,” I say as I answer the phone.

“Depends what your objective is. I don’t know if your man is capable of speaking right now—not coherently anyway. A broken jaw isn’t helpful when it comes to conversing,” a man with an Italian accent replies. A wicked smile crosses my lips at the knowledge I’m speaking with Luca Armani. I can feel his energy seep through the phone, rivaling my own inner beast.Finally.

“I must confess, I’m disappointed in how long it's taken you to track back to me.”

“I don’t play with small fish, especially a cheap sellout who has no loyalty to any particular family. However, it would appear you have something that my wife deeply wants returned.”

I lean against the wall, still smiling, enjoying how antagonizing this situation is.

“I’m flattered you did research on me. It's not like I try to hide it.”

“Your actions would seem otherwise,Udav. What do you want?” This seems awfully diplomatic. I expected him to barge in raining fire, not engage in a simple ransom inquiry. Then again, maybe his wife won’t let him risk Sienna’s safety like that.

“It's not whatIwant. Your issue is with my boss. I'm just a pawn doing as he's told.”

Luca is silent for a moment, then calmly asks, “Is this revenge for The Lion’s fall?”

It’s easy to come to that conclusion, but the truth is that my new boss is as simple as he is egotistical. But the fact remains Luca Armani and Dmitri Volkov were involved in The Lion’s death, and he’s most likely been waiting for retaliation from the bratva.

“Something like that,” I lie.

“Tell your boss to stop hiding and make arrangements for a meeting. I'm sure you understand that it goes without saying that if Sienna Falcone has been harmed in any way, you will all fucking die. I demand to speak to her to ensure she’s safe and unharmed.”

Now I do bare my fangs. “She’s safe and well,” I growl, then I hang up.