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I advance toward her, anger pouring from my body. “Where the fuck is he?”

I didn’t watch the footage for long, but I saw him touch her.

Saw his slimy-ass hand brush her thigh and hair.

The fucker had the audacity to touch what’s mine.

As soon as I’m done with Genesis, I’ll pull up the audio and listen to every word of their conversation.

She squints, backing up against the desk. “Dima?”

“No, fucking Barney. Of course, Dima.”

“He left.”

“You didn’t think to tell me he was here?” I snarl. “Matter of fact, why did you leave this office? I was very clear when I told you not to.”

“I got bored.”

“Maybe I should get bored with you and give you to the Russians.”

“Maybe I should go to the Russians because I’m sick and tired of hearing you threaten me with it.”

“You want him to kill you?” I ask, advancing toward her. “You want him to beat and rape you? Is that what you want? Because trust me, Genesis, he won’t give a shit about a contract, or clauses you want, or taking care of you. He will fuck you, over and over and over, when he wants and how he wants. Is being a pain in my ass worth that?”

I’m toe to toe with her, pressing her body against the desk so tight that she can’t move. Forcing her legs open, I stand between them.

“I was in a private place,” she breathes out. “Inyourbusiness. I’m safe here.”

Raising my hand, I cup her face. “You’re not safe anywhere.” I squeeze her cheek. “What’d the fucker say to you?”

She tries to look away, but I don’t allow it.

“He said soon, I’ll be his.”

I get in her face, my nose against hers. “Those words led you to believe you were safe?”

It seems Dima isn’t giving up on his plan to wed Genesis.

He’s about to become a goddamn problem.

I make a mental note to call Yaroslav and ask what the fuck. This isn’t how deals are done. This is how men die over deals.

First, though, I need to handle Genesis.

I drop my hand to her throat to press her flat against the desk. Her pleated skirt rises, showing off her toned thighs andblack panties. I lick my lips, hovering over her body, and smile at the feel of her pulse in her neck against my thumb.

Using my free hand, I push her skirt up farther and slip my hand beneath her panties. She’s soaked for me.

“I don’t tolerate disobedience.” I spread her pussy lips, tilt her ass up, and shove two fingers inside her.

She gasps, her hips jerking backward.

I smile again and slowly drag them out of her. She fights for breaths as I backtrack a step and yank her upright.

Her lust-filled eyes clash with mine.

I smell the alcohol on her lips.