Five: Attraction.

Ivan’s POV

I strode away from the captive’s room, heading towards my home office, my mood darker than usual. I had just asked a guard to take her to my adjoined room and get a better meal for her, just as she had asked.

I gave in to her demands, and all she did was bat her eyelashes and plead prettily. I have no idea why I listened to her.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Said the voice in my head.

Sighing, I pressed a button on the intercom. “Send for Anna, Igor. She should be here as quickly as she can.”

I looked out the window. It is cold and windy tonight, my office was very warm despite the freezing temperature outside.

There was no heating in the holding cell, I thought, as my mind raced back to the girl, I recalled her shivering body. The lack of heat in the holding cell was intentional; it was made that way so that the prisoners get tortured and weakened by cold and hunger. They were not supposed to be pampered and fed.

My hand curled into a fist, jaws clenched.

“Hello darling,” Anna’s piercing voice disrupts my train of thought.

I turned toward her just as she entered and closed the door. Anna was one of my favourite sleeping partners, only because she knew this thing between us was casual, just a means to pass time and get off. I didn't like women getting attached.

I don't do relationships and I don't believe in ‘falling in love’.

“Lock the door,” I said.

She does as I say, clicking the door shut and she walked toward me.

Anna wasn't particularly stunning, but she was good-looking with dark blond hair paired with green eyes, pale skin, plush lips, with huge breasts. That was enough for me. I just need to get off.

She sits on an empty chair, crossing her legs. “I heard you were away for business, I missed you, you know.”

“You may use the door right now, or you may undress,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

After a brief pause.

She flashed me a flirty smile as she stood up and began undressing, “Wow someone's impatient today.”

When she stood completely naked, I signalled to my desk, “Lie on your front, over here,” I said, reaching for my zipper. “Your hands behind your back.” I watched her as she followed my instructor, her plump, round ass on display.

I was still clothed, save for my open fly. I rolled a condom on.

I wasn't in the mood for enough foreplay today and I know that's selfish, but Anna understands that I'm an asshole sometimes. So I teased her opening. When she was wet enough, I pushed inside her.

Fisting her hair, I yanked her head up, thrusting and building up a pace. She let out soft moans while I fucked her hard and fast from behind. My free hand gripping her hips in a punishing grip, my teeth gritted, while I chase my release.

And when I came, I felt nothing but more tension.

She got dressed, while I straightened my clothes.

“Thanks, Anna,” I said sitting down on my seat behind my office desk.

A look of concern crossed her face, “Something wrong?” She asked.

“No, I just needed it,” I opened my drawer and gave her a check, which she accepted with a smile. “Tell Igor to take you home, I've got things to do at the moment.”

“Darling, you're the best.” She blew me a kiss and she left.

I lit a cigarette, taking a long drag as I closed my eyes.

Fuck!

Despite getting off, Sophia Smith’s stunning face, perfect body, and plush mouth stood before my eyes. That mouth… It was the perfect mouth for sucking a cock.

And I want to fucking wreck it. I had wanted that from the moment I first saw her at the restaurant.

I wasn’t used to denying myself what I wanted. I always got what I wanted, I’m Ivan Kozlov after all. Except I couldn’t fuck the girl, I couldn’t split those lips on my cock and choke her on it as my body wanted.

For fuck’s sake. She's the daughter of an enemy, I can't help but feel disgusted by my lack of control when it comes to her. I let out a bitter laugh. My father would be rolling in his grave right now, this wasn't what he taught me.

I can't let my body and physical attraction to her get in the way of my goal. I ought to think of the best way to use Smith’s heir to fuck with him, instead of getting carried away.

Dumping my cig butt in an ashtray I press a button on the intercom, “Please bring me a bottle of vodka, Max.”

I could sense Max's surprise even without seeing him.

“But you don’t drink,” Max said softly. “You never drink.”

“And you don't think I know that, Maxim?” My voice hardened. “Get me a bottle of vodka now.”

“Alright, give me a minute,” Max said, probably realising I was in no mood to tolerate his nagging this time.

Maxim was more than just a bodyguard to me, he's a loyal friend, my only friend actually but he tends to overstep boundaries, expressing his disapproval of my actions in situations most people would never dare to.

But he was right… I don't drink. I watched my mother let alcohol ruin her life and her children’s and I vowed never to let anything take control over me. Especially not alcohol.

My door opened and Maxim stepped inside.

He placed a bottle of vodka and tumbler on my desk, his brows drawn together, in a questioning look. He opened his mouth but shut when I glared at him. He knew I wasn't having it.

I stared at the bottle in front of me. My mouth was dry and the urge to drink was definitely there, but I squashed it easily enough. I hadn’t touched alcohol in so many years and I had no intention to do so ever again. I was still in control of myself and my life.

I was still in control. I hope so. One stunning young lady with an innocent face and cocksucking lips wasn’t going to change that.

It felt like I was lying to myself but I squash that feeling.

“I've changed my mind, take it away,” I said, in a low tone.

Max said nothing and removed the bottle of vodka from the desk. He observed me with his dark eyes in silence.

“Is there a problem, Max?” I asked, feeling irritated by his judging gaze.

“What are you going to do with Smith's heir?”

I lit another cigarette, took in a long drag and exhaled, “I haven't made a decision yet, I didn't actually plan this and you know that. I didn't know he would send his daughter, I mean she practically fell into my hands.”

Max stared at me long and hard, his lips pursed into a thin line, “It’s very unusual for you to act on impulse and without an actual plan,” he said at last.

I shrugged, leaning back into my chair. “Like I said, she practically fell into my hands, I know a good opportunity when I see one. So why not?”

He seemed to be in agreement with me on that, so he nodded. “So you are actually going to use her?”

Please, not the innuendo in that question. I could feel my cock thickening.

I did want to use her—her body, I wanted to use her body for days if I could, “Of course, I will use her to get her father to comply,” I said, my jaws tightening while I curled my right hand into a fist. “Tom Smith needs to be taught a lesson. One he'd never forget even after death.”

“And he must pay every dime of what he owes and what his actions cost you, ” Max said with a growing rage.

“This is not even just about the money, Max.”

There is more to this than just the money involved, I'll make sure to get my revenge. I hate disloyalty and cheating, everyone knows this.

“The English bastard played me,” flashes of Andrei’s lifeless body come to my mind and I crush the cigarette in my hands, letting it burn my palm. “No one messes with me and gets away with it, Tom Smith is a dead man.”