Page 30 of Captured Obsession

I fold my arms over my chest, knowing full well that he’ll make good on his threat.

“I'd like to make an amendment to our agreement,” I say. He arches his scarred eyebrow. “I get a TV in here so I can catch up on my shows.”

The silence hangs in the air for a moment. Then he throws back his head and laughs.

I’ve never seen anything more horrifying yet beautiful. If I were to imagine a real-life villain, they would look exactly like Nikolai. But I don’t let him intimidate me. “And I get daily phone calls to my friends.”

This grabs his attention, his striking green eyes menacing from that angle.

“For somebody who says they aren't a princess, you certainly act like one. I don't have to give you anything.”

“No, you don't. But I thought you were enjoying this education on how to act like a civil gentleman and learn the art of negotiation.”

He takes two steps into my space and looks down on me. “There is nothing gentlemanly here.”

I keep my composure, trying my best to not be intimidated by a man who probably eats bones for breakfast. “Whether kidnapped or not, my time is still valuable.”

The corner of his mouth tilts, and it's the tiniest of tells that he finds my demand amusing. My heart begins to flutter with hope, and I internally reprimand myself for having such a response.

“You get to call your friends once a week. One call for five minutes. And you can watch your shows in theevening, but only when I'm here to supervise.” My lips part to argue, but he cuts me off. “And we both sit on the bed.”

“I'm not having you in my bed.”

“Then your reality TV can wait.”

“How dare you assume that I only watch reality TV,” I argue, and his brazen expression reminds me he's been my stalker for the better part of three months. Truth be told, I do mostly watch reality TV.

He raises his pinkie. “Do you agree to the amendment?”

I release a frustrated breath. “Fine.” I hook my pinkie around his.

“I should have you sucking my cock for how kind I've been to you,” he says, and heat immediately pools between my thighs. “Now, change into one of those nice dresses I bought you.”

“Say please,” I bite back.

His green eyes darken into something lethal, and the last time he looked at me like that, he had me up against the bookshelf, grinding the spine of a book against my pussy.

A heated flush runs over my body and straight to my core. Nope, we're not going down memory lane. I quickly turn toward the walk-in closet.

“This isn't a show. You'll stand outside the door like a gentleman.”

He aims another ruthless smile my way. “But I’m not a gentleman.”

“And I’m not a stripper.”

“Perhaps not, but I could make you give me a personal show.”

Another rush of heat assaults me, and I grind my jaw, irritated by the fact that I'm constantly giving in to this man.

I pull out one of the pink dresses I like the most, then glance over my shoulder to find that instead of leaving, he's taken his usual seat in the corner of the room.

I roll my eyes. This man truly is insufferable.

So instead, I go into the bathroom and slam the door.

This isthe first time I've eaten in the dining room, which seems extreme in size for only two people. I find the lion head hoisted above the fireplace to my left tasteless. A chandelier hangs above the long wooden table that seats twelve. The surface is set with flickering candles and fine silver. Two guards silently stand outside the door, and another two stand inside. The presence of the guards always unnerves me, and I wonder how many men are actually here.

Nikolai pulls out a chair for me to the right of the head of the table, and I try my hardest to attempt to be civil, very much wanting the privileges that I demand. Although we've agreed on it in a childish manner, myreward is dependent on my behavior. Someone like Nikolai thrives on that type of control.