Roman pov

Daylight breaks over the estate as I take a sip of tea, eyes on the monitor wall in my office. Perimeter cameras. Hallway feeds. Her door. My men rotate shifts without being told—habit, not mercy. I’ve been up for hours already, not able to sleep after denying myself the pleasure of interacting with Zoya. I don’t think that plan is going to last very long. She is still asleep after tossing and turning most of the night. The sheet has slipped down her body, exposing her perfect tits to me.