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Chapter Forty Four: Dinner With Her Captor
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She looked in shock at the vulnerability in his eyes. Since she had known him, she had never seen him that way before. Something had changed in him somehow, she thought.The warm, generous man sitting across from her in exotic Moroccan garb seemed very different from the cold tycoon in a black suit she’d met in Hawaii. Had the desert really made him so different? Or was it just that she knew too much about the manbehind the suit?“I don’t like that you lied to me about Illyra,” she said slowly. “Or that you brought me out here against my will. But,” she sighed, taking a bite ofthe tajine as she looked at the sunset, “at the moment it’s a little hard for me to be angry.”He swallowed. Reaching across the table, he briefly took her hand. “Thank you.”"It's just a lot that you're apologizing. I didn't think you would ever do that."She shivered as their eyes met. Then he released her as the servant returned with a samovar of filigreed metal. He left it on the table in front ofViktor ,
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ANDREI AND ILLYRAThis dinner wasn’t going at all as he’d envisioned. Growling to himself, Andrei left the dinner tray on the table and raced inside. Taking the stairs two at a time, he went down the hall and shoved open the double doors to the master bedroom, knocking them back against the walls.Illyra whirled around with a gasp.Andrei took one look and his mouth went slack. His heart nearly stopped in his chest.She stood half-naked, wearing the expensive lingerie, a pale pink teddy and silk robe he’d had a servant buy for her in Kailua. “Make it tacky,” Andrei had instructed. “The sort of thing a stripper might wear.”He’d meant to humiliate her. In spite of Illyra’s corrupt, hollow soul, she’d always dressed modestly. She never showed any skin—ever. Even when she’d done her best to entice the men at the poker game, she’d lured them with her words, with her electrifying voice, with her angelic face and slender body. But she’d been completely covered from head to toe, with jeans
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Her expression changed as he said that. Snatching up the frayed sponge, she grabbed the bucket of cold wash water from the floor and, in a posture of clear fury, knelt down. He watched her slender, delectable body, wearing only the tiny slip of pink silk, moving back and forth on all fours as she scrubbed the floor. His mouth went dry.Illyra looked up.“Enjoying the show?” she said coldly. "I hope you are."Without a word, Andrei turned and left the bedroom. He returned a moment later with his own dinner tray and red wine. Still not speaking, he sat down in a cushioned chair near the marble fireplace. Calmly he unfolded his fine linen napkin across his lap.“Now I am,” he replied. "I need you to scrub efficiently."Sitting back comfortably in his chair, he took a sip of merlot. He had the satisfaction of seeing her eyes widen, of seeing her scowl. Then she turned back to her work, and he had the even greater satisfaction of watching Illyra on all fours, her body frosted with silvery
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“Leave it alone, Lyra,” he said harshly.Lyra knew she should just be quiet and drink her mint tea but shecouldn’t stop herself from replying in a heated tone, “Maybe if you justtalked to him, explained how he’d hurt you—”“He’d what, apologize?” Viktorground out. “Give me back my half of his large cartek wrapped in a nice gold bow?” His lips twisted. “Theremust be limits even to your optimism.”She looked up quickly, her cheeks hot. “You keep telling me to be honest,to be brave and bold, but what have you done lately that was any of thosethings?”He looked at her.“If I weren’t bound by my vow,” he said, “I’d do the bravest, boldest,most honest thing I can think of. And that’s kiss you.”She sucked in her breath.Exhaling, Viktor looked up, tilting his head back against his chair.“Look at the stars. They go on forever.”Lyra stared at him, her lips tingling, her heart twisting in her chest. Thenshe slowly followed his gaze. He was right about the stars. They had neverlooked
The Mafia King’s Pawn Chapter Forty Nine: Sharing The Bed
“Are you joking?” His hand tightened over hers. “How many womenwould have spent their last money to cross an ocean—and agree to marry aman like me—just to save an older sister who’s perfectly capable of takingcare of herself?”Lyra’s whole body was shaking. With an intake of breath, she pulledaway. “Anyone would have—”“You’re wrong.” He cut her off. “And that is what’s different about you.You’re not just brave. Not just strong. You don’t even know your ownpower. You are—” he kissed the back of her hand, causing a flash of heatacross her body as he whispered “—an elemental force.”Her body felt as if it was on fire. A breeze blew through the desert night,cooling her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest. She looked up at him.The wind caught at his black hair, blowing it against his tanned skin,against his high cheekbones that looked chiseled out of marble in the silvermoonlight and flickering glow of the lanterns.“Now do you understand? Now do you believe?” he said softly.
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“No way!” Lyra exploded. “I’m not sharing a bed with you! How could you even ask me to do that?! Never!"She folded her arms and stuck out her chin, glaring at Viktor in a way that told him everything he needed to know.He’d been right. She’d been planning to escape.Narrowing his eyes, Viktor folded his arms in turn and glared right backat her. “If I cannot trust you, I will keep you next to me all night long. I still have a feeling you want to escape and this is the only way to make sure that you don't sneak out at night.”She now looked near tears. “You’re being ridiculous! I told you already that I wouldn't escape.” She unfolded herarms. “Can’t you just trust me not to escape?”His eyebrow lifted. “Sure. I told you. All you need to do is give me yourword of honor.”Her eyes widened, and then her shoulders sagged as she looked away.“I can’t,” she whispered.Viktor brushed back some long tendrils of light brown hair that hadescaped her ponytail. “I know. That's why I am making
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“Look in that trunk.” He waved his hand behind him without looking towards her. “Over there. I think I might have something you could wear. They should fit.”“Really? Thanks.” He heard her go to the trunk and dig through it before she went towards the wooden screen painted with designs of flowers. “I guess I owe you. You have been taking care of me and all I have been doing is trying to run away.”“You can pay me back by not getting yourself killed,” he growled, still not turning around. “What was your plan of escape, anyway?”“My plan?” When he heard her voice muffled behind the screen, he knew it was safe to turn around. He saw her arms lifting over the top of the painted wooden panels as she pulled off her shirt. She tossed it over thescreen, followed by the white lacy bra he’d given her. He swallowed, feeling hot. She gave a low laugh. “You’re right, it was completely stupid. I hadn’t figured out the exact details, but I was going to steal a horse from your pen, fling myself on i
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“Then why do you want it so badly? Just because of your promise to yourfather?”“It was a deathbed vow...” He stopped. He’d told himself that same liefor years, but here in the darkness, lying in bed beside her, he couldn’t tell itagain. “Because I don’t want Andrei to have it. He doesn’t deserve ahome. Or a brother.”“What about you?” Lyra said softly. “What do you deserve?”Viktor looked away from her, towards his briefcase, which lookeddistinctly out of place in the corner of the tent. “Exactly what I will get,” hesaid. Retribution against his brother and the Mata Hari who’d caused theirrift. Total ownership of both Andreevich Mining and Southern Cross. Thatwould make him happy. Give him peace.It would. It had to. Looking at her shadowy form in the darkness, heturned the question back on her. “What will you do? With your life?”“I don’t know.” She swallowed. “Illyra always talked about sending me tocollege, but even if we had the money, I’m not sure that’s what I want.”
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