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She smirked, dragging her mouth up to hover near his belt. “What? A wife can’t worship her husband?” Her grin sharpened as she met his eyes. “Or are you scared I’ll bite your cock off?”

Makros let out a rough, amused sound—half laugh, half growl. He set the glass aside and leaned in, the lamp casting shadows across his face. “You don’t scare me, Leila,” he rasped, threading his fingers deep into her hair, tugging her head back just enough to force her to look up at him. “Whatever game you’re playing... fuck it. I’ll play.”

She didn’t hesitate. Her hands worked quickly, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, freeing him. He was already hard, already ready for her, thick, hot, pulsing in her palm as she stroked him once, slow, deliberate, watching his jaw tighten at the contact.

Then her mouth was on him, tongue teasing, lips wrapping around the head as she took him in inch by inch, the weight ofhim heavy on her tongue. He groaned, hips jerking slightly as her hands gripped his thighs to steady herself.

“Fuck, Leila...” he hissed, his hand tightening in her hair, guiding her pace. “Just like that.”

She gave him everything, her mouth, her throat, her submission wrapped in fire. The room filled with the wet sounds of her devotion, the low grunts of his pleasure, the quiet clink of the wineglass being knocked off the nightstand as he lost himself in her.

When it was over, Makros collapsed back onto the bed like a man undone, sprawled with satisfaction, the scent of sweat and sex thick around them. His breathing slowed, lips parted, a lazy king sated in his throne.

Leila lay beside him, the sheets twisted around her body. Her eyes were closed, her breath even but she wasn’t sleeping.

She was waiting. And when his breathing dipped into deep, oblivious sleep, she stirred—softly, silently, her body moving like a whisper in the dark.

She slipped out of bed, moving silently across the room to his desk. Her fingers moved nimbly, rifling through several papers she had no business touching, reading each one hastily before returning it to its exact position.

Then she saw it.

The file with the details on the second spy.

She memorized the phone number, all of the details of the communications with Vincenzo.

Now she needed only a way of reaching Dimitri. She knew exactly who could help.

Stefanos.

Chapter Thirty Nine

Act of Seduction

Leila was well-versed in Crete's game now. She had taken time to observe Makros, learning all about how he worked. His strength, his violence, his arrogance, everything that made him invincible in other people's eyes.

But he had a weakness.

Her.

Makros had taken an early lead. He had sent Dragon to the spy. But if she could reach the spy before him, she stood a chance.

Her heart raced as she closed the drawer, putting everything back in its proper position before slipping out of the door.

There was one major problem.

She didn't have a phone.

Makros still didn't trust her with one. Which meant she would have to find another way to contact the spy. She knew just where to start.

Leila moved through the house with practiced silence, slipping into the hallways with the quiet fluidity of someone who had spent way too much time studying where the cameras spun and where the guards were standing watch. She had only just made the turn when a voice pierced the quiet.

"Out late, aren't you?"

She stopped in her tracks.

Nicolai.

He leaned against the wall near the stairs, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. His intense eyes surveyed her, not as Makros did—possessive and hungry but with something more analytical.