Page 42 of Dancing With Distraction

“Thank you, my krasota.” He leans forward, kissing me on the nose. It’s so subtle yet touching, and I almost wish this could be our life forever.

My mobile rings, drawing my attention away from planning our future. I groan when I see my mum’s name flashing across the screen like a blaring alarm bell. “I’ve got to take this,” I tell Dmitry as I slide from the worktop.

I walk down the hallway and through one of the doors leading off before I accept the call. “Mother,” I mutter in complete discontent. I harbour so much hatred towards my family for everything they put me through, and I find it difficult to hide that whenever I speak to them, which isn’t often unless they need something from me, usually money.

“Tori, it’s so lovely to hear your voice,” she says brightly.

I roll my eyes at her fabricated caring attitude. “What can I do for you? Dad run out of money for the bookies?”

She laughs, but it sounds forced. “No, darling, it’s not that. I was just wondering if I could borrow some money from you.” Of course, you were.

“Borrow?” I repeat, knowing she has no intention of paying me back. “How much do you need?”

“It’s for Poppy,” she rushes to say, knowing I find it hard to see my sister go without. “The school is taking them on a trip to Wales for the weekend. It’s a nice little residential where they do lots of different activities. She could really do with some spending money to take with her though, and I haven’t got anything to spare.”

“How much?”

“Fifty pounds should cover it.”

I know it won’t all go to Poppy, but I don’t bother to argue the point. Instead, I say, “Of course, I’ll transfer it over. Send her my love and tell her I hope she has an awesome time.”

I realise it means that Poppy won’t be there when Marcus returns home this weekend. She’ll be safe from his leering hands. I disconnect the call before she can take advantage of my generosity and then I sag in relief. I can take the weekend to gather myself without having to worry about Poppy. I’ve been so consumed recently by both Marcus and Dmitry, I could do with some time to relax and unwind.

Glancing around, I realise I’m standing in a bedroom. The same floor-to-ceiling windows from the living space compliment the room, giving it a light, airy feel. The decor is clinical with white walls and a minimalist feel, except for the king size bed sitting in the centre of the room, dominating the space. There are Egyptian cotton sheets on the bed, and I run my hand over them, absorbing their luxury.

I feel his presence without even turning around. My body hums to life whenever he’s nearby. “I know you’re watching me.”

“I was just admiring the view, my krasota.” He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on top of mine. I stare out across the London skyline, knowing that down below, the streets are a hive of activity, even at this late hour. But standing here, in his embrace, I feel at peace.

He leans down to my ear and whispers, “I’m so sorry, krasota, but I need to go. I wish I had time to help you settle in. I would love nothing more right now than to tie you to that bed and ravage your beautiful body.”

His words send shivers through me, and a small smile tugs at my lips. “I suppose I’ll have to take care of my own needs for now, Mr. Volkov.” I feel his body stiffen. “I’m sure you have a nice, expensive power shower I can use.” A low growl emanates from his throat, and I feel his cock strain against my arse.

“You know, Victoria, I could just handcuff you to the bed until I return.” He nips at my neck before adding, “If you pleasure yourself without me, the punishment will be worse than the Kegel balls. Are we clear?”

I shiver in delight at the memory of my last punishment. “Promises, promises, Sir.” I’m goading him in the hope that he’ll drop whatever his plans are and spend another night with me.

“If you don’t abide, my krasota, you will not come for hours. I’ll tease you, tempt you, and withhold what you desperately crave. Do I make myself clear?” He drags his tongue up my neck until he reaches my ear and then he sucks my earlobe into his mouth, taking it between his teeth and biting down gently.

“Yes, Sir,” I answer breathlessly.

“Good girl,” he praises. “I’ll have security bring your bags up. Why don’t you take a long soak in the bath? It will most definitely beat that tiny shower back at your place.” He moves away from me, and I instantly chill from the loss of contact. “Victoria,” I spin on my heels to face him as he stops at the door, “do not pleasure yourself.” I nod in agreement, and he gives me a huge grin before leaving.

Flopping down on the bed, I close my eyes. For once, I’m relaxed, because the only person who knows I’m here is Dmitry. I finally feel a sense of relief knowing Marcus can’t just burst in at any moment.

I stretch out on the bed, slowly running my hands down my stomach and into my trousers. I know I promised Dmitry, but it’s his fault for igniting these delicious sparks of desire.

My phone buzzes beside me, interrupting my wandering hands. I groan, picking it up and reading the text message.

Distraction: Don’t even think about it!

I laugh out loud, scanning the room for a camera before typing out my reply.

Me: Sorry, Sir. x

It buzzes again and I grin, excited to see his reply, but my smile soon fades when I open a text from my brother.

Marcus: Where the fuck are you?

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