Page 27 of Cinderella and the Daddy

Instead, I close my eyes and let myself be held, just for this moment, by the man who stole me and might be stealing my heart in the process.

He steps back and does up his pants.

I realize I have never seen his body naked. Only his cock.

I push my dress down and pick up the torn panties. I hang them off my finger. “Is this your kink?” I tease.

He looks bored as he stares at the panties. “They get in the way.”

I smirk and am about to retort when I hear a male clear his throat.

I gasp and close my hand around the panties.

“Sir, we’ve got a problem,” a man says from down the hall.

“How long has he been there?” I whisper.

Luka doesn’t answer.

“Tell me,” Luka says as he walks toward him.

He stops halfway between the guard and me. “My bed,” he orders.

“Me?”

He raises that one eyebrow.

Duh.

Who else?

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LUKA

The sight of her walking away from me, that silk dress clinging to every curve I've claimed, makes my cock twitch again. I'm not finished with her yet. That body is mine—every inch of it. Knowing I'm the first and only man to touch her makes me fucking feral. The thought of her beneath me, around me, crying out my name... It's an addiction I can't shake.

But business calls.

I follow Mark down the hall to my office, my mind still half-focused on the taste of Cindy's skin, the sound of her moans echoing off the walls. When we reach my office, Mark closes the door behind us, and his expression turns grim.

"What's the problem?" I ask, moving behind my desk and pouring myself three fingers of vodka.

"Charles Tremaine has been making calls from his business line," Mark says, pulling out a tablet. "We've been monitoring his work and personal communications since you took the girl.He's reached out to the Kozlov family three times in the past week."

I freeze, the glass halfway to my lips. "The Kozlovs."

"Gets worse. Anna Tremaine—the daughter you saw tonight—has been sleeping with Adrian Kozlov for months. Our sources say she's been feeding him information about her father's debts and his business operations."

The vodka burns as it goes down, but it's nothing compared to the cold fury building in my chest. I set the glass down carefully, my mind racing through the implications.

Anna was at the dinner tonight, draped all over Adrian like a fucking trophy. She saw Cindy with me. Saw how I reacted to her, how protective I became. And now I'm wondering if Cindy's phone call yesterday was as innocent as I thought.

"When was the last contact?" I ask.

"Today. Right after you left for dinner."

I curse under my breath. The timing is too convenient. Cindy makes her call, gets caught, and suddenly her father is reaching out to my rivals? Either it's a coincidence or I've been played by a woman who looked at me with those deep blue eyes and lied through her teeth.