Page 33 of Diamond Don

“Small correction, Kat: you work for me. So you will live under my roof while our arrangement is in place. I need to know where to find you when I need you. I don’t have time to waste tracking you down.”

“Uh, hello? Have you heard of cell phones? Or email?”

“Why bother with any of that when I can just have you right where I want you?”

“And where is that?”

“Under my thumb, of course.” I wink, unable to resist provoking her further.

As I’ve learned today, Kat looks especially hot when mad. Unsurprisingly, of course. The woman can’t do anything without driving me crazy with lust.

I study her as her temper flares up, deciding to cut her off before she explodes on me. I don’t know if I can stop myself from kissing her senseless if she goes off on me again.

“Besides, the two of us living under the same roof will work well with your cover.”

My statement triggers her curiosity, as I suspected it would.

“What do you mean by that? My cover? What cover?” she asks.

I smile in response. “All in due time, Kat. I’ll explain everything you need to know tomorrow. You had a long, trying day. Let’s get you out of these cuffs and put some food in your stomach.”

“You’re kidding me, right? Nikolai, you can’t just tell me that and expect me to drop it. You can’t just say I’ll be virtually your prisoner for God knows how long and tell me it will all make sense eventually.”

“I had no idea you had such a flair for the dramatic, Kat. You won’t be my prisoner. You’ll work for me. And as your boss, I get to make certain demands of you. I am, after all, compensating you very generously.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes, Kat, it is. For starters, I’m sparing your and your friend’s lives. I’d say that ordering you to live in my home is not too much to ask in exchange for that. You might even enjoy yourself. It’s a pretty nice place if I do say so myself. And it’s not like you are locked in here. Naturally, you can come and go as you wish. With an escort, of course. And as long as there’s no conflict with my plans for you for the day, obviously.”

“How generous of you, Nik,” she says, sarcasm dripping from her every word.

“I’m glad you think so. Now, what do you say we finally get you out of these restraints and get you something to eat so you can get some rest? You have a big day tomorrow.”

Wordlessly, she holds out her cuffed arms in my direction.

My smile grows bigger. “That’s a good girl,” I say, moving towards her to remove the leather straps around her wrists. Careful not to touch her more than necessary, I quickly unlock the cuffs, and the pieces fall to the bed.

Kat makes a scene out of stretching her arms and rubbing her wrists. I glance at the skin there and see no wounds. The area looks a little red, but she is milking it as much as possible.

I ignore her little show, moving on to her ankles. I grab one of them and yank her in my direction. Kat yelps as I drag her over the bed until she is close enough for me to work on the restraints’ locks.

I kneel on the bed between her legs, and she gasps loudly.

“Everything okay there, Kat?” I ask, feigning innocence.

She narrows her eyes at me before trying to kick me with her right leg. Dodging her strike, I grab her leg before her foot connects with my face. Eyes locked with hers, I slide my hand down her thigh, past her knee, as she disapprovingly watches me.

Still maintaining eye contact, I wrap my hand around her ankle. Without warning, I yank it until her foot leans against my chest and her ass rests against my thighs.

Kat opens her mouth—surely to protest—but she seems to think better of it. After a second, she bites her bottom lip, our eyes still linked.

Hesitantly, Kat raises her arms, grazing her lips with her fingertips. She slides her foot down from my shoulder—down my chest, my stomach—until she reaches my cock, already straining against the fabric of my pants. A frustrated groan escapes me before I can stop it.

Transfixed, I stare at her hands as Kat slowly drags them down her body, caressing it along the way—past her neck, over her breasts, her stomach—before she cups herself between her legs, spreading them wide.

Crazed with lust, I sigh as a hazy, familiar feeling builds inside me. Just when I feel like it’s about to take over me, she moans.

“Ah, Nik…”

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