Page 7 of Captured Obsession

I decide to stand behind my desk as I wait for Andrei to bring her to me. These types of tasks don't suit me. I much prefer the thrill and bloodlust of in-person, on-the-ground action. Not hiding behind someone else's whims.

I walk over to the windows and push open the shutters to let the sunlight spill into the room. I squint at the harshness of the sunny day. And as my eyesadjust, I can't help but think of this place as a prison in what many would consider paradise.

I'm used to slipping in and out of countries, but I’ve never once admired the warmer climates. I suppose it just doesn't suit my temperament. Not that I see beauty in living in Russia either. But using the boss’s hidden estate in Croatia feels like it's more suited to the little princess we harbor as opposed to me. Then again, The Wolf practically owns this island, and even if the little minx somehow was able to escape, she wouldn't get far. Unfortunately for her, once I have my prey, there’s no escape for them.

The doors open behind me, and Sienna walks in with a handful of clothes, and I notice that she's still wearing the same tight, fitted black dress from two days ago. Before Andrei or I can speak, she begins throwing the clothes at me.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think because you’re holding me prisoner that you can treat me like some kind of whore?”

I snatch one of the pieces of clothing from the air and let it hang in my fist. Then she throws another piece that completely covers my head. My jaw grinds as I whip it from my face.

“Careful, little doll, you don't want to see me angry.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Yeah, that goes for you too. Did you choose all of these clothes yourself? Do you have such poor taste?”

On the contrary, I think I have immaculate taste. But when I take a closer look at the clothes in my hands, a storm quietly swirls in my stomach.

I look over her shoulder at Andrei, and speak to him in Russian. “Who was put in charge of selecting these clothes for her? Bring him to me.”

This is what happens when you don't do every little thing yourself. I’m certain I’ve been very specific about her preferences, but it would appear someone has ignored me.

Sienna glances between us, most likely not understanding Russian, so I say to her, “I apologize for the indecent clothing my men have selected for you. This will be resolved immediately.”

“I'm not some little doll to be kept and dressed however you see fit. I've still received no explanation or update, and I need fucking fresh air. I'm going stir crazy in that room.”

I sit on the edge of my desk, mildly impressed by her demand. “You really don't understand the concept of being kidnapped, do you?” I'm surprised to see that she still has so much fire in her eyes, especially when I know she hasn’t been eating. If anything, I thought she'd be sulking this whole time.

And it makes her all the more intoxicating. Even without makeup, her skin is flawless, aside from the dark circles under her eyes from what I imagine to be lack of sleep. Her lips remain in that dignified poutthat I can very much imagine wrapped around my cock. And those long legs drive me fucking insane.

She’s like a beacon, and it irritates the shit out of me how my gaze follows her, because I don’t need temptations while on this task. She just needs to keep her head down and do as I say.

“I've always been one to adapt to my situations, and waiting around to negotiate doesn’t exactly thrill me,” she says when I don’t reply to her previous demands.

I try to hide the smile because a part of me respects her for not letting this break her. Who knows, she might have the backbone to be a part of this world like her friends after all.

“I heard you haven't been eating.” I shift the conversation.

“You and your men like to gossip.”

“Actually, it's insulting to Agata since she’s such a fine cook.”

“I need fresh air. You can't keep me locked up inside.”

My jaw tics at the way she also shifts the conversation.

“Too scared to be in your own busy mind? And what can you offer me if you've come here looking to negotiate? What is it that I can possibly gain from you?” I ask as I step toward her. She might be considered tall at six feet, but being six feet seven myself, I still tower over her, and intimidation is one of my many natural talents. But as I stop in front of her, thefire in her eyes seems to burn even brighter in challenge. I’ll give her credit for not backing down.

“I'll have you know that my time is quite costly,” she bites out.

I hold back a smirk. “We're on island time right now,mishka.”

“You might be, but I'm not.” Her scowl deepens, and when I look down, I get a very clear view of her cleavage and the vintage green Van Cleef necklace that rests there. Her citrus patchouli perfume flares in my nostrils, and my cock twitches.

“You should be more scared of me,” I say, and that’s the truth. There are plenty of ways I can instill fear into this woman, even while being impressed by her courage.

“Well, I'm not.”

Of that, I'm sure. “I could do very, very bad things to you,” I tell her as I reach out to cup her chin. She slaps my hand away, and my cock twitches at the fierce expression in her gaze.