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humiliation should put her in her place. If she was a man I would beat her ass, probably kill her. I may still do that anyway.
    It didn’t take much research to find her because she is such a novice, she didn’t use a pseudonym. When I opened that book—my book—and saw her picture in the jacket, I knew I had to have her. She radiates class, a sexy, feminine, professional class, and she wears it quite well.
    Images of peeling her out of that tight ass pencil skirt and bending her over her a desk, with nothing on but a garter, hose, and heels, are racing through my mind and making my loins stir again. I’m going to fuck her in more ways than one. Nobody steals from Bratva and gets away with it. I don’t care how good she looks, she owes me a lot of fucking money and I have every intention of collecting that debt from between those sweet, long ass legs of hers.

Chapter Three
    Katrina
    I collapse in my chair and try to gather my wits as I reach for the diary I have hidden away in my locked desk drawer. I can’t resist cracking it open to sneak another peek. Its pages lure me in like some dark, forbidden secret I can’t get enough of. My sex life has been nonexistent for the last two years and this is the first time I can even remember feeling aroused in what seems like forever. I have even gone so far as to earmark my favorite parts. I open the clasp, which I now keep unlocked, and I begin to read…
    I eyed my helpless, little victim who lied in my bed, vulnerable and restrained.
    I subdued her with rope and placed a large ball gag between her pristine, red lips.
    I toyed with that girl well into the night, driving her to the brink of insanity.
    She was so beautiful, begging and pleading with her eyes as she emitted those unintelligible moans from behind that gag. Her body moved sensually, performing a beautiful dance in my ropes.
    I left her restrained, with just enough give to allow her body to thrash around so that I could watch her aimlessly struggle for my pleasure.
    You see…this is one of my favorite things to do. To take an uptight woman and turn her into my slut is exhilarating.
    My most favorite thing to do, though, is to take a professional, alpha female and bring her under my rule. The ultimate sexual high for me is to have a woman who is in control and running things by day, come home and be submissive to me by night, and I do mean submissive. Complete and utter control is what I crave, and I want it from a woman who is powerful and doesn’t relinquish that power to any man but me.
    I love taking a woman who is independent, confident, and doesn’t submit to any other man and turning her into a devoted sex slave.
    Yes… I love knowing that a self-assured, self-made woman submits to no other man, yet she bows at my feet, wearing my collar and hooked to my leash.
    I shut the diary and sigh, knowing this is going to be fun for him and he has every intention of reveling in it.
    Maybe I can just act docile and he will lose interest in me. I know that is not going to happen though; I have too much of a temper for that. The minute he crosses me, I will let him have it and the battle will ensue. It is just the way I am wired. I am not the kind of girl to just cower before a man. No, that is never, ever, going to happen. I will just have to hang on tight because I have a feeling I am in for the ride of my life. I don’t need the diary to know this man enjoys taking what he wants. He relished trying to intimidate me in my office. He was feeding off the fear and uncertainty he was causing in me when he had me backed into that wall.
    The man likes control and the fact that he is a mobster tells me that he not only likes it, he needs to maintain it. He has every intention of not only teaching me a lesson, but sending a message to others by doing so.
    The question is, why is there a part of me that is turned on by the thought? He isn’t the kind of guy I would normally ever date. I date straight-laced professionals.