79] An Absolute Bombshell.

Sedar sat upright in bed, his back against the headboard, watching the sunrise through the hotel suite's large window. He rubbed his hand across his face, yawning, and lowered his gaze to the woman who simultaneously makes his blood boil and his heart skip a beat. Her naked body was a distraction from the fact that he should have been up and out looking for the bastards who wished to harm her again on his büyük babas orders.

As she faced him, she lay on her stomach, her hair sprawled across her pillow. Her brows furrowed in slumber, and he was intrigued to learn what she was dreaming about. He wished he could reach out and run his fingertips up the arch of her spine, watching her wiggle in response to his ticklish touch.

He admired her even more as she submitted completely to him for the remainder of the night and into the early hours of this morning.

His need for her was fierce, and the notion of random eyes undressing her luscious body when she was legally