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Desire

Ivan’s POV

That little brat. I can't believe she actually punched me. I've been too soft with her when I shouldn't. I already knew she was one feisty little thing underneath what she was trying to portray, I knew she was trying to manipulate me and seduce me. Yet I found myself calling Maxim to my home office.

“Come in, Max,” I said as soon as I heard him knocking.

“Ivan, you called,” he said softly after closing the door.

I know he would find what I'm about to say very strange but whatever. I know what I'm doing.

“Smith’s brat needs clothes, other than the ones she has been putting on since she got here.”

No response, instead he looked at me like I just said he should hand over both of his kidneys to me. Fucking Maxim.

I ignored the look on his face.

“Well, the Feds are still searching for her, so we have to be discreet while getting some clothes for her. We’ll have Anna get some simple clothes in her size for the girl. To make sure we are safe.”

I stood up and walked to the closet in my office, I opened it and brought out a navy blue button-down shirt. I walked back to my desk.

“Here, give her this to wear for today. What she has on right now smells really bad.” I paused to look at Max, he'd said nothing but look at me like an alien.

“I don't want one of my rooms smelling like a dumpster,” I added quickly.

Silence.

“What the fuck! Max, is there something you’d like to say?” I snapped.

“I’m sorry Ivan, it's just that you have been acting weird. First, you changed our initial plans by kidnapping her, then you fed her properly and changed her location to one of YOUR rooms, the very one you sleep next to. And now you care about her dirty clothes? Ivan, we don't pamper captives, we've never done that, they are captives for a reason with all due respect.”

I'm beyond pissed, I know he's right but being my friend and my most trustworthy guard doesn't give him the right to question my actions.

“Watch your mouth, Maxim, you have no right to talk to me like that and I think you're forgetting your place here,” I said defensively.

“I'm sorry boss, I'm just worried. I don't want things to go south. I am sorry.”

“Let me worry about that, take this and give it to the captive. Don't forget to give Anna some money to shop for the girl, it must be in Anna’s size. Understood?”

“Yes, Ivan.” With that, he took the shirt and left.

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Looking at the time on my phone, it was 10:47 p.m. I hadn't planned to spend all that time working. I had spent the day working on the project we had for a new casino we would be opening. And half the time my mind kept taking me back to the breathtaking beauty I had in my adjoining room, upstairs.

Shit. Did I just think of her as a “breathtaking beauty”?

This is bad. I'm Ivan Kozlov and things like this shouldn't faze me or worry me too much.

I will either fuck her and get her out of my system or just use her to my advantage as quickly as possible and discard her.

It is not rocket science, I don't need to dwell on it.

My burner phone starts ringing, bringing me back to the present.

An unknown number. I smiled at it. The UK dialing code (+44), and the fact that this person is calling my burner phone means only one thing.

Tom Smith was finally calling my number.

Pressing a button on my intercom, “Maxim, come to my office. As soon as possible.”

My phone stops ringing. Two minutes later Max enters my office, “Ivan, what's going on?” he asked

“I think Smith is trying to reach me, he will call again, so just sit.”

He smiled, plopping down on a seat, and my phone started ringing again. This time I picked it up and put it on speaker.

Silence, just heavy breathing. Oh well, I can play this game as well.

After what felt like hours, “Kozlov, I believe you have something that belongs to me.” An angry Tom Smith said on the phone.

I let out a loud laugh. I've been trying to set a meeting with the bastard and he kept avoiding me, now he has time to actually call my number and dared to sound angry after the shit he pulled.

Truth is, I can have Smith killed all I have to do is send a word. But I don't want it that way. I have to make him pay.

“Smith, how lovely of you to finally call me after our supposed business arrangement,” I said with amusement evident in my voice.

“Quit playing dumb you fucking arsehole! I am not here to play games! I need my daughter back, you may have fooled everyone and have presented a strong alibi. But I know you, you fucker! I know you have my daughter! Her best friend is certain she went missing right after you met with my daughter.”

Mudak! [asshole/shithead]

“I would watch my tone if I were you, Mr. Smith. I can make your life miserable and nothing or anyone can save you from me. How dare you talk shit after what you did? You are a pathetic excuse of a man who is only loyal to no one but himself.”

“Bollocks–”

“Swear at me one more time you crazy bastard and I'll have your only heir eyes sent to you this instant!” I barked.

Silence.

Good. I'm in charge here and I don't make empty threats.

“Now you'll do as I say. I'll have Maxim send over some files to you and you'll sign them. No complaints whatsoever. You will not make any stupid decisions or mistakes. I'll fucking ruin you.” I said softly.

“Ivan, you–”

“If you dare tell anyone I took your daughter… I know you won't, you have more to lose but if you do, I'll remind you why I'm feared by many. I dare you, Smith. Fucking try me and see.”

When I thought he might not say anything more, “Kozlov, my daughter has got nothing to do with our issue. Do not harm her or touch her. I–”

“You're in no position to make demands you fucking piece of shit. I'll have you by your balls if you fucking try me,” I barked.

“As for your daughter, she's mine until I let her go. I will do as I damn well please with her. You don't want that? Then you better fucking cooperate and do as you are told!” I hung up.

The useless bastard.

Maxim breaks the silence. “Ivan, I'll forward the files to Smith right away. Thankfully there's progress now he has finally called. Once he signs the documents, we can send our sniper to finish him off.”

“I think we should torture him and not give him an easy death by just sending a sniper to hunt him down. The bastard deserves an excruciatingly painful death. Don't you think?”

Max smiles, “You know I'm down for things like that, let's just hope the he cooperates.”

“True, you may go. I have somewhere to be.”

“Da, nachal'nik.” [Yes, boss]

That “somewhere” was my captive’s room. I was itching to see her. Especially after her bastard father said I shouldn't touch her.

I love a good challenge. I’ll do whatever I want with her and I will take my time while at it. I'll make sure she's the one who ends up begging and eager for my dick.

I don't give a fuck about her being my enemy's daughter anymore.

Opening the door to her room, I found her on the bed in the shirt I gave Max to give her earlier. It was a lot bigger than her, stopping mid-thigh and exposing her long, straight, and pale legs.

I never knew anyone putting on nothing but my shirt could be such a turn-on. It is a sight to behold.

Blyad. [Damn]

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