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But why? Surely Sal’s boss can’t be stupid enough to try to take out the leader of the Martynov empire?

Letting his hand drop from my throat to my chest, then to my waist, Konstantin slips two fingers into the waistline of my skirt. He tugs it, pulling me closer gently. His lips ghost my ear.

“Do you want to go back to him?” he whispers. “Do you miss him?”

I shake my head, throat thick with emotion.

That’s the last thing I want.

Nipping my earlobe, Konstantin turns me until I’m backed up against the counter. I feel like a prey animal again, body trembling.

I like it.

“If I find out that you’re with him, I’ll gut him. I’ll make you watch. And then I’ll make it clear that you’re mine,malen'kiy volk.Do you understand?”

“I… I don’t want him,” I stutter, pressing my thighs together to try to relieve the pressure of how badly I want him right now. How badly I want him toclaimme.

“I just want you,” I whisper.

Konstantin pulls back, frowning at my confession. I can’t help myself and let the rest pour out: “I’ve wanted you since I started working at the Spire,” I admit. “Even when I was with Sal, all I could think about was you.”

He steps away, eyes scanning me as if looking for a lie.

He won’t find one.

“You’re not telling me everything,” he finally grunts. I crouch down to pick up my lunch bag, not attempting to answer. He’s right; I’m not telling him everything.

I can’t tell him the truth—that I’m starting to fall for him.

The sound of a car arriving draws our attention. Konstantin slicks back his hair, fingers dancing down his buttons quickly.

For a moment, I imagine an alternate reality where he comes to me, kisses me. Promises to celebrate my first day when I get back by stripping off my clothes and making me come on his face.

But reality is harsh; he barely gives me a second glance before striding toward the front door, opening it, and disappearing.

Chapter 16

Konstantin

The security system alerts me that someone has entered the front door, and I glance up from looking through the auction house’s portfolio. There are a few items in it I might want for myself; one is a toy that my brother and I had when we were growing up. I’d found it for him, discarded on the street, and brought it home. Mikhail’s smile swims in my memory as I stand and go to the wall, hitting a button that reveals a hidden screen.

There are two people in my foyer.

Lev doesn’t surprise me, though he should be making the rounds at the nightclubs with his men and collecting dues.

But the sight of Audrey Wolfe in a silky nightdress does something to me that I can’t explain.

A rush of hot anger, worry, and exasperation runs through me.

The woman can’t listen.Won’tlisten.

Or she just likes the things I do to her when she disobeys. Miss Wolfe is quite responsive to spanking. The thought brings a short-lived smile before I head for the staircase, shoes echoing on the steel.

“Why did you bring her here?” I ask, staring at Lev and ignoring Audrey completely.

She opens her mouth to speak, but a quick look silences her. My gaze drops to her feet; she’s wearing only house slippers embroidered with flowers, arms wrapped around herself against the chill night air.

I want nothing more than to take her in my arms. That realization sends another shot of worry through me.