Betrayed By Him: Claimed By The Boss
Chapter 5
Katia squinted through the darkness.
The alcohol made the room spin slightly. She tried to focus on the massive silhouette of the man standing by the window.
Jackson lowered his whiskey glass. His sharp eyes swept over her.
Her tailored skirt was wrinkled, her silk blouse unbuttoned at the collar, and her hair was a messy tangle from the rain.
She looked ruined, yet dangerously captivating.
Jackson raised a dark eyebrow.
Leo usually sent polished, plastic-looking models. This woman looked like she had just survived a war.
Katia stared at his broad shoulders. Audrey's voice echoed in her foggy brain: I have three male models on speed dial.
A bitter, humorless laugh escaped Katia's throat.
She leaned heavily against the nearest armchair for a moment.
She ignored him completely, walking straight to the wet bar.
She grabbed a crystal glass, filled it with tap water, and drank it down in three massive gulps.
Jackson watched her, a genuine smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
He took a slow step forward, the ice clinking in his glass.
"Are you sure you're in the right room, sweetheart?" His voice was a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated in the quiet room.
Katia turned around. She leaned back against the marble counter.
Her eyes dragged deliberately down his chest, lingering on the two unfastened buttons of his crisp white shirt.
"Audrey really spared no expense," she slurred slightly, her tone dripping with condescension. "You look expensive."
Jackson's smirk vanished.
The muscles in his neck tightened. He was the heir to the Corbett empire, not a piece of meat to be appraised.
His eyes turned ice-cold. He pointed a long finger toward the door.
"Get out. Now."
The command snapped something inside Katia.
All day, men had been telling her what to do, betraying her, lying to her.
A hot wave of pure, unadulterated rage flooded her veins.
She pushed off the counter and closed the distance between them in three quick strides.
Before Jackson could react, she reached up and grabbed the front of his open shirt, yanking him down.
Jackson, caught off guard by the sheer audacity, stumbled forward, his head dipping down to her level.
Katia rose on her toes.
Her breath, hot and smelling of sharp gin, fanned across the skin of his neck.
"You took the money," she hissed, her voice trembling with anger. "Don't play hard to get now."
Jackson's jaw locked.
He hurled his glass toward the far wall; it shattered into a dozen pieces against the baseboard, safely away from the rug.
He reached up, his large hand wrapping around her slender wrist to rip her off him.
But Katia's muscle memory kicked in. Years of judo training took over.
As he pulled her arm, she stepped into his space, dropped her hips, and used his own forward momentum against him.
She twisted, grabbed his lapel, and executed a flawless, brutal shoulder throw.
Jackson's massive frame flipped through the air.
He crashed violently onto the center of the large velvet sofa.
The air was knocked out of his lungs with a heavy grunt.
He stared up at the ceiling, his eyes wide with absolute shock. No one had ever put him on his back.
Katia didn't give him time to recover.
She climbed onto the sofa and straddled his waist.
She pinned his hips down with her knees, her hands pressing hard against his chest.
She looked down at him, her chest heaving, her eyes wild and feral.
Jackson looked up at her.
A hot, violent wave of fury washed over him. The sheer audacity of this woman made his blood boil. And beneath that rage, a darker, more dangerous impulse stirred-the need to not just dominate her, but to completely break her. His competitive nature flared.
In a fraction of a second, his hands shot up.
He gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her sides. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he rolled them over.
The world spun. Katia's back slammed into the soft velvet cushions.
Jackson's heavy body pressed her down, trapping her completely. His chest crushed against hers.
He didn't say a word.
He lowered his head and smashed his mouth against hers.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a punishment. It was a battle for dominance.
Katia's breath hitched.
She didn't push him away.
Instead, she tangled her fingers into his thick, dark hair and pulled him closer, kissing him back with a desperate hunger.
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