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Chapter 3
Kassandra
His men filed out the door behind me and then I heard the distinct click of a heavy lock sliding into place. If I had thought I was screwed before, now I was really fucked.
I watched as his ravenous eyes searched my body, and I was mortified to realize that my nipples were hard. In my dress, I felt exposed. I had chosen it as a way to keep Antonio’s attentions, but now as I stood before Markos, I felt like I was wearing nothing more than lingerie. I felt almost naked and for some strange fucking reason, I was aroused.
I crossed my arms over my chest, hiding my breasts, and glared at him. He smirked in my direction, obviously enjoying my discomfort.
He was relishing this. Cocky bastard.
He could have anything he wanted. Any woman he wanted. The kind of money he had brought its own kind of power. And its own evil.
I’d researched every single piece of information Interpol had collected. The men and women who had disappeared. Every single legitimate business he had filed taxes for. Those that it was only rumored that he had a connection to. It had all amounted to very little, but I had to know more. I knew, deep in my heart, that he was connected to very bad things.
No man became as rich as he did without getting his hands dirty.
I was going to find out what. Somehow. There had to be something.
“Kassandra,” he began, his tone one of confident assertiveness, breaking me out of my panicked thoughts and back to reality.
“Yes?”
“Strip. Take off your clothes and bare yourself to me,” he answered.
What the hell? He couldn’t be serious.
“No. You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m going to get naked for you,” I retorted, as I took a step back defensively.
“It wasn’t a request, Kassandra,” he replied. His tone was condescending and far too demanding. It was clear he was used to being obeyed, but he hadn’t met me yet. He didn’t know me, and he was never going to. I wasn’t going to get naked and beg for mercy, not from the likes of him. Just because he was a rich and powerful man didn’t mean that he was going to see me nude, that he was going to fuck me just because of who he was. Just because of the size of his bank account.
If he thought that, he had another think coming.
He stood up from his desk once more, illuminated by a soft overhead light. The shadows played on his face, and immediately, he reminded me of the devil.
For a moment, I was taken aback. I should have been terrified, but instead, I was strangely fascinated beneath my anger.
It was as though he was carved perfection. His hair, lit from above, was the color of dark chocolate. It was thick and quite long, and for the briefest of seconds, I yearned to drag my fingers through it. His eyes were dark, irises bordering on obsidian, but in the light, I realized that they were flecked with red. Thick eyebrows gave him an even more formidable glare. His jawline was powerful and strong, his cheekbones angled. Thick brown stubble covered his chin, giving him an ominous glow. His skin was bronzed, as though he’d spent a lifetime working in the rays of the sun. Had I not known any better, I would have equated him to the likes of a god, or at least an ancient carving of old.
In a different setting, I may have pursued him. He was my type. Tall, dark, and handsome. Undeniably Greek. The type of man that every single woman in the world would desire. The type of man I should have wanted to be on my arm.
“Kassandra, take off your clothes. Don’t make me repeat myself again,” he demanded for a second time, the forcefulness of his voice making my heart race.
“I won’t do it. Let me go this instant. Open the fucking door,” I snarled, trying to sound brave.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he answered. His expression was dark and expectant. He walked from around the back of his desk and I took a step back.
“Don’t touch me,” I warned.
He didn’t answer but continued to move toward me. It was obvious that he wasn’t backing down and soon, I’d be on the defensive.
I had no choice. If I was going to escape, I’d have to fight my way out. There wasn’t any doubt in my mind that he had locked me in the room with him, that I wasn’t getting out unless I figured out how to get that door open. It was clear that he wasn’t willing to let me go, at least until he got what he wanted. He wasn’t going to get that, not if I could help it.
I wouldn’t allow him to take me against my will. Not now, not ever.
He continued to walk toward me and I took one step backwards after another, until the vulnerable bare skin of my back pressed against the metal door.
“Don’t come any closer,” I warned, and my voice shook with my terror.
