ANASTASIA’S POV

“Ivan…” I whispered as I stepped closer to him, closing the distance between us. My eyes met his, and I didn’t blink. “Unbutton your shirt.”

He tilted his head, searching my face for any sign of hesitation. Maybe to be sure I wasn’t acting out of drunken impulse.

But there was no uncertainty in me. Just rage and desire.

Without hesitating, he obeyed. His fingers moved slowly from the top button, his eyes never leaving mine.

My breath hitched as my eyes followed his every move.

I watched the way his knuckles flexed with each button he undid and how his chest rose and fell.

When he did...