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I do as he says, attempting to push the thoughts from my head about the calories I’m consuming as he massages my thighs. I give him the empty mug with a small smile and without taking his eyes off me, he places it on the nightstand.

Then he squirts some moisturizer in his hand and starts kneading the rest of my body with expert precision. I moan; it feels so good.?

“Your piercings, did they hurt?” I ask quietly.

He thinks for a moment before answering, “Everyone has their own pain threshold. Mine’s high. Do you enjoy them?”?

I bite my lip, and he leans into me. “It feels different. Good different. I didn’t know that piercing was even a thing.”?

He kisses the spot behind my ear. “As long as you enjoy it. I aim to please.” He smiles against my skin, and I feel tingly all over. I can’t say anything else. I merely relax in his presence.?

Viktor massages me for half an hour and then brushes my hair. I'm surprised when he gives me a shirt to wear and puts me in his bed. I can’t hide my smile. Tonight was a new experience, and I can’t wait to try more with him.

He lies next to me and pulls me to his chest, kissing me on the forehead. “Sleep well, little doll.”?

I contentedly drift off in his warmth.

Chapter nineteen

Viktor

Forthefirsttimein a while, I sleep through the night. No distractions, no stress. Just me and Amaia.?

I’m surprised that she trusted me enough to tie her down, not once using her safe word. She’s like everything I’ve ever dreamed of. The perfect woman to me. I pull her closer against me, not yet wanting to leave the bed. But I know I need to. My chef will be here soon for breakfast, and before that I need to make a call. Make sure Dmitri’s body has been dumped. Hopefully, it will bring Ivan out of hiding.?

I pull my arm out gently from under her, covering her back up with the sheets, no matter how much I’d rather stare at her. I’m sure she’d appreciate being covered up. Picking up my pants, I quickly pull them on and sneak out of the bedroom. I pull up my contacts and step into my office. I sit on my large wingback leather chair and lean back.?

“Did you get rid of it?” I ask by way of greeting. Konstantin is used to me being blunt in the most important matters.

His gruff voice answers immediately, “We did last night, boss.”?

“Perfect. We will have a meeting later this evening. We need to talk backup plans for Ivan. None of them will include using Amaia as bait.” I have to mention her, as everyone now knows she is Ivan’s daughter, but she is also off-limits.?

“We’ll keep an eye on her too,” he promises.

I hang up, not needing anything else. I consider giving Konstantin a raise for dealing with me. I’ll see how things work out after The Koskovich's are dealt with. A deep sigh leaves my chest, at least that’s one thing out the way. I leave my office and walk downstairs.

My chef, Joan, smiles as she enters the front door, her greying hair in a tight bun. The wrinkles crinkle in the corner of her eyes reminding me of my mother. They would be the same age right now if she were still alive . “Good morning, Mister Petrov. I’m sorry I am late. I’ll get your breakfast prepared right now.” She hangs up her coat and rushes through the foyer and dining room and into the kitchen, putting on the clean white apron over her beige pants and white shirt. She gathers some ingredients to prepare breakfast. .

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I lean against the countertop and quickly gaze out the window. “Please, I’ve told you many times, just call me Viktor. Also, I have a special guest with me this morning. Can you make sure to make an extra dish for her, please?” I turn back to her with a smile, I always respect my staff. I’ve known Joan for a long time, and I don’t like to see her as an employee. She’s a friend. I’d be lost without her.?

“Of course, Mister…Viktor.” She nods, a small smile twitching in the corner of her mouth. I never bring women home and keep them in my room all night.

I’m pulled from my thoughts when small footsteps come from the stairs. Amaia appears, still wearing my shirt. She freezes and pulls down at the hem as if it could cover anything else. Even though it already reaches her knees.

“Actually, I have to go. I need to train,” she stammers, mentioning her ballet.

My brows furrow. She has a sweet, innocent voice that would sound convincing, but she doesn’t have to go. Training this hard after a show isn’t mandatory. I researched ballet stuff to try and get the hang of it for when I finally got her to myself.?

She tucks her hair behind her ears and gives me a small smile before running back up the stairs. I apologize to Joan and follow Amaia. She is using training as an excuse to skip a meal.?

I push the door open as she’s looking for other clothes to wear, but she stops when she notices me.

“You don’t need to train. After last night, you should relax. Let me treat you today.”?

She shakes her head. “I can’t. I’m fulfilling my dreams, and no man can get in my way. I promised myself years ago. If I call in sick, I can’t go to the celebration this evening either.”?

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