Page 22 of Dancing With Distraction

He takes it, inspecting it. “Who even writes cheques these days?”

“Take care, Mr. Volkov.”

I begin to head for the door, and when I realise he isn’t chasing me down, I’m disappointed, so I spin back to face him. “And I did do my research. I don’t want any part of your sick, fucked-up games.” I yank the door open, only to find it slamming shut again as I’m pressed against it. I smile to myself.

“And if I was to touch you now, my krasota, you’d not be wet for me?” My breathing is shallow as his hand travels along my outer thigh. “You wouldn’t moan if I was to get on my knees and taste your dripping cunt?” I shiver. His filthy mouth adds to the tension currently building between us.

“I would,” I admit, and his hand stills on my inner thigh. “I’d scream your name and writhe against your mouth.” He inhales, letting me know my words are affecting him. “I’d let you lay me on that desk and fuck the shit out of me.” I feel his erection pressed against my backside. “But I’m not the sort of woman to accept second best, so save your twisted games for your wife.”

I shove back hard, taking him by surprise. He grunts, falling back and giving me enough space to pull the door open and make my escape.

Phoebe looks up as I reach her, laughing hard. “We have to go,” I say, grabbing her hand.

“What? Why? Oh shit, Tori, what did you do?”

“Hurry,” I cry, laughing harder. I know for certain I’ll be locking my door tonight.

Dmitry

Watching her storm from my office has me seeing red. I have images of me bending her fine ass over my desk and spanking her so hard that every time she sits down, the sting reminds her that she’s mine. Whether she wants to be or not. I smirk, knowing I always get what I want.

I push off the desk and head after her. I get a few steps through the bar and Vivian blocks my path, placing a neatly manicured hand over my heart. I look down at it, irritated that she’s touched me again without permission. I drag my eyes to meet hers, I’m pent up with heat but she isn’t my prize, so I look past her and find my krasota leaving with her friend, in fits of laughter. A smile pulls at the corners of my mouth. She’ll pay for this.

“Dmitry,” Vivian snaps, bringing my attention back to her, and my desire is quickly replaced with annoyance, “Daddy would not approve of your wandering eye.”

Grabbing her wrist harder than I need to, I drag her into a dark corner of the bar. I don’t want to draw attention to another display of my personal life, especially after this morning’s little demonstration.

Vivian’s breathing hitches, but it isn’t fear in her eyes—no, it’s lust. She thinks she’s stoked the fire inside me, that I’ll take her here and forget about Victoria. I smirk. All I’ve got on my mind is Victoria’s dripping wet pussy as she chokes on my cock, and no easy offering is going to distract me.

“Do I need to remind you that you are not to fucking touch me unless I tell you to?” Her hand drops from my chest to her side. “And as for your father’s approval, my shlyukha, it’s not needed nor wanted. I rule my own empire, and with a click of my fingers, he’d be dining with my pigs, never to be seen again.”

Her eyes burn into mine with defiant fire, but she’s not going to challenge me because she knows I’ll make good on it. I’ll find another way to gain control of her father’s businesses. She needs to understand that her place in my life is nothing more than a puzzle piece in my plan to expand my empire. Once I’ve gained what I need, I will no longer have use for her. “Challenge me,” I dare her, because she’s still glaring at me like she wants to argue.

She lowers her eyes. “Sorry, Sir.” It’s spoken so low, I’m not convinced she means it.

“I didn’t fucking hear you,” I spit.

“Yes, Sir,” she says clearer.

“Good girl,” I praise. Lately, her defiance does nothing for me but fuel my resentment towards this whole fucked-up agreement. “Now, fuck off and leave me to my business like a good little whore.” She bristles at my choice of words but stalks off towards the VIP table, plastering a smile on her face just like she’s been taught to.

I lean against the wall, balling my hands into fists. I don’t know what the fuck’s happening to me, but my every thought is consumed by Victoria. She’s like a drug, and her disobedience is the high I’m craving. Even her scars didn’t alarm me, and they’re a bright red flag, just like her behaviour. And fuck knows I don’t have time for feelings or complications, but it’s impossible for me to ignore the way she responds to my every touch.

Roman approaches me as I push myself off the wall. He hands me a whiskey before asking, “Everything okay, Boss?” Eying me cautiously, he places his hand on my shoulder. Roman has been by my side since we were kids, and he knows this world better than any of my men. His father is my father’s right-hand man, so it made sense that we continue the family ties. He’s had my back more times than I care to count, including against my own father. I trust him with my life, and his ability to read me is second to none. Which is why I know he’s about to give me some kind of veiled warning.

I nod. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“You know I never talk out of turn, Boss, but that pretty little thing is clouding your judgement.” He waits a beat, gauging my reaction, before he continues. “You need to fuck her and get her out your system.” Somehow, I don’t think it will be that easy, but I offer a weak smile. “You can’t afford to show weakness right now, Boss, not with all eyes on you waiting for this announcement about Vivian.” He nods in the direction where Vivian’s sitting at the table with some of our high-profile clients, acting her role of a good future wife. “We’ve come this far. You’ve just got to seal the deal.”

“I need a background check on Victoria Harding,” I mutter, rubbing a hand over my face. He eyes me suspiciously. “You might be my right-hand man, Roman, but remember who dishes out the fucking orders.”

I instructed Marshall to take Vivian home, much to her annoyance. It was clear she wanted to visit the dungeon, but I had other plans.

And now, as I sit in my Audi, parked outside Victoria’s bedsit, I feel like some crazy stalker. I laugh to myself. How the tables have turned.

I want nothing more than to go up there and devour her tight cunt, but she made her boundaries clear, so I need to show her that I can honour her wishes, especially if I want her to succumb to my proposition.

Pulling out my mobile, I scroll until I find her name. How fitting that it should sit right above Vivian. I press call and it rings until her voicemail kicks in. It’s two in the morning, so I have to make an allowance, but I immediately redial.

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