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I’d like to know the answer to that too.

“More like I wanted to fuck his brains out, but he just had to try and capture me and ruin the moment.” Tatiana grins, glancing over at me. “But it did clear a few things up for me.” The intensity in her gaze is a hammer to the chest.

“Great, so you fucked him,” Rori snipes.

Oh, she definitely fucked me. She’s fucked me so well no one else can compare to her—and I’ve fucking tried.

“So you fucked me and used me to set your plans in motion,” I state, making sure I understand her correctly.

Knowing I’ve been used this way? I hate her for it, but also, it’s hot as hell this woman has wanted me this much.

Yeah, I’m just as fucked up as she is.

She gives me a salacious grin, and my heart pounds, desire heating and making me buzz. “I fucked you because I wanted to see how well you used that perfect cock of yours. And I wasn’t disappointed. It caused me some problems, but I forgave you for it. Especially with how hard you’ve been searching for me.”

The amount of money I’ve spent on it isn’t lost on me, but I’d do it all over again.

“And yet you came back. You’ve sent me notes. You stole my plane.” Even repeating it fills me with a heady smugness I know is splitting my face. With a desire that has my cock hardening.

Not exactly the most appropriate moment, but I don’t give a damn. My focus is solely on this woman.

How can a man deny that kind of obsession?

Fuck, I want her, and I’m going to have her. She’s been obsessed with me? Well, perhaps it’s time I returned the favor.

She’s mine, and I’m not letting her walk away ever again.

“Lisichka, come here,” I order, my voice deep and full of promise. The rest of it I’ll figure out later. Right now, I need her. I need her to understand her running is finished. “I think it’s time we sorted a few things out between us.”

Her eyes light up, her lips pulling up into a smug smile. The sexual tension between us can’t be mistaken. I can feel the shock and horror behind me. It’s going to be a major adjustment for my brother and best friend, but I don’t care.

This time, I’m going to be selfish and take what I want. Her.

Every dangerous and crazy inch of her.

“She’s not going anywhere until we figure out what the hell is going to happen next,” Rori snaps.

The rest of it drowns out, the only thing in my focus is the woman looking at me with a hunger matching my own. Under it, there’s another emotion she’s trying not to show.

Fear? Uncertainty? Perhaps, but she has just lost her employment, so maybe she’s wondering how she’s going to support herself. I doubt any money she made under the Butcher went to her, so that might leave her low on funds.

She’ll never have to worry about that. Soon, all of this will be behind her. We handle this, and I’ll show her choosing me wasn’t a mistake.

“What happens is we dispose of your father, you go back to your life, and we handle the cleanup,” Tatiana says, finally pulling her heated stare away from mine. “That school is done, and as we speak, I have a team clearing it out and dealing with the men still there. And I’d be willing to send you a present to do with as you please if you wish. I want my turn, of course, but Valentin always found you to be his favorite, so it only seems fair you get to have the final kick at him.”

Some of the desire cools at the implication of those words. Of what she and Rori have suffered. The heat in her eyes dies and is replaced by something sharp and lethal. “He wasn’t the only one,” Rori states.

“I know, however, they will be dealt with if they haven’t been already. My only instructions were to leave Valentin alive for you.”

Rori doesn’t argue, taking it for what it is. My woman’s shoulders relax a bit. She was expecting an argument. I don’t think there is ever going to be any love lost between these two, but I don’t give a damn.

“I want my turn at him,” Rori says, looking at her father. “For everything he did, it’s my right. And for my mother.”

Like that, the mood shifts. My little stalker’s expression brightens and the excitement is back. “We’ll make a party of it. You’ll let us use that fancy room of yours, won’t you, sakharok?” She flutters her lashes at me.

Damn it, I really shouldn’t be turned on by that.

Amused, I give her a wicked grin dripping with delicious promise. “It depends on what you’ll give me in return. I’m sure we can figure something out.”