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“For a captor, you do too,” I reply smugly.

He locks eyes with me as I cross my arms in front of my chest, not caring I’m totally naked with him.

“You are highly observant, is this the right word?” he asks.

“Depends on what you’re asking.”

“I don’t know yet,” he answers. What is it with this man, and why do I want to know more about him, when this will end in a month? He doesn’t care about me, I need to keep reminding myself of that fact. I’m nothing but a business proposal to him, just like in my favorite Korean drama series. Except he is the CEO of a mafia empire. Even if he says it isn’t true, I saw the guns in his secret closet. He’s the real deal. This is going to end, or he is going to end me. He wets his lips and stares at my spread pussy lips while he grinds himself against me. I want to get away, but he pushes me down on his stomach.

“No, I like you sitting right here, getting yourself all over me,” he rasps and licks his lips.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” I confess, while he brushes my hair back behind my shoulder.

He laughs, and the sound leaving his throat sounds almost sad and hollow at the same time. “I don’t know what I want from you either.”

The remark has me pausing. Does the man like me on some level? Is he capable of liking someone?

“Don’t think too much, kitten,” he says, reaching out with his left hand and softly tracing the frown line between my eyebrows.

“I’m not, I’m…” I begin, not finishing my sentence.

“Scared?” he finishes for me.

I nod.

“That’s okay, when you’re with me I’ll make sure nothing is going to happen to you,” he says, his fingers digging in my waist.

“You promise?” leaves my mouth, and I want to hide under the covers because of how needy I sound.

“I promise,” he answers, looking deep into my eyes. And I relax instantly. He strokes my skin, and when I place my hands flat on his chest, a growl rumbles through his like a purr.

“You have so many scars,” I say, trailing my eyes over each one. “But I guess they don’t match the ones you have on the inside.”

He nods, not saying anything for a while.

“Is this why your house is so empty?” I ask.

He stares at me, holding his head a little to the side. “Empty? What do you mean?”

I glance around the room. “There is nothing here, except for a couple of pictures and pieces of very expense art in your study. There is nothing else.”

He grins. “You went into my office?”

My cheeks flush instantly. “I didn’t mean…”

He presses his fingers in my waist. “I don’t care you explored my house. I know you saw the secret room, kitten. And I found you with your hands between your legs, wearing my underwear, so I know you went through my shit.”

I let my hair drop in front of my gaze, trying to hide my face.

“Stop it,” he orders, sitting up and brushing my hair behind my ears. “Never hide from me the things you did.”

“Not even when it gets me into trouble?”

He chuckles. “I guess you like getting into trouble with me.”

The man is not far off, I’d like to know how far I can push him till he cracks. I grab his black dress shirt and slide it over my arms and close two buttons.

He starts to pout. “Why cover up? I like you naked, leaking your arousal on my stomach.”

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