Page 59 of Dancing With Distraction

I straighten my shoulders and stand taller. “Yes, Karen, I said . . . fuck . . . you.” I accentuate every word so that she can hear me loud and clear. Her two clients are now fully invested in the drama, not bothering to tear their eyes away when Karen glances their way.

She gasps then brings her hand up and slaps me hard around the face. It stings, but compared to the shit I’ve dealt with recently, I laugh it off. She raises her hand again, but this time, Marshall is there, and he grabs her wrist, halting it mid-air.

“That’s enough,” he barks.

“You need some goon to protect you, Tori?”

There’s a small gathering of people watching now as more stop to take in what’s unfolding.

I lift the bottle of wine ready for her clients from the counter and take a swig. “It seems a shame to waste,” I say, “but I’ll get so much satisfaction from this.” I lift the bottle, emptying the contents over Karen’s head. She screams as the wine pours down her hair and face. Her makeup begins to run and I hear a few gasps from the crowd, but I’m delighted as the last few drops drizzle onto her. I slam the bottle on the side.

“You’re fired!” she screams. “You’ll never work in this industry again!”

I turn to leave, a smirk on my lips as Marshall falls into step beside me. “Karen,” I say, pausing. She’s still staring in disbelief as the wine forms a puddle at her feet. “Fuck your job.”

And just like that, I’m jobless. But as I step outside, instead of feeling daunted by the whole thing, I actually feel free.

Marshall opens the car door for me, and I slide in, grabbing my phone out of my handbag.

“You okay?” he asks as he starts the engine and pulls out into traffic.

“Actually, I’ve never felt better.” I look out the window at the busy London traffic and wonder what the hell has happened in these last few weeks. I unlock my phone and drop Dmitry a text.

Me: So, you know how you wanted me to give up my job? X

His response is instant.

Distraction: Yes? x

I do a quick Google for a translation for the word ‘naughty’.

Me: Well . . . I may have just got fired for emptying a bottle of wine over Karen. Your neposlushnaya krasota x

Distraction: Does my neposlushnaya krasota need a punishment? D x

Me: I was following your orders, Sir x

Distraction: I want you in that bedroom, naked on your knees. Let’s see if you can follow these orders, my krasota. D x

Excitement shoots through me and I’m already wet in anticipation of what’s to come.

Dmitry

Irush through the door of the apartment, shrugging from my jacket and throwing it on the couch before kicking off my shoes. I left a meeting for this, because even though we fucked through the night, and then again before she left for work, I can’t get enough of her.

I push open the bedroom door and inhale sharply at the sight of Victoria lying on the bed in a red silk slip. She smirks, and somehow, I knew she wouldn’t be on her knees like I’d ordered, which thrills me more.

I arch an eyebrow, and she does the same. “Open the text message I sent,” I tell her, folding my arms over my chest and staring her down.

She leans over to the bedside table and takes her phone, then she sighs. “Whoops, I forgot to be on my knees.” She drops the phone onto the bed beside her.

“Don’t you think you should correct that?” I loosen my tie, keeping my eyes fixed on her.

“But if I’m on my knees,” she begins, bending her legs at the knees, “then how will you taste me?” Her legs drop open and her wetness glistens.

I clench the tie between my fingers, almost dropping to my own knees like I’m her bitch. “Victoria,” I murmur, moving closer, “you’re forgetting two things.” I push her legs down so she’s flat again and then I straddle her, pressing my tie to her neck, applying a little pressure. “Number one, I make the rules and you follow them.” I press a little harder. “Number two, I decide when and where I eat that pussy.” I swoop down and kiss her, loosening the tie. “Because it’s mine.”

I climb from her, and she pouts. “Seeing as you’re so keen to stay on the bed,” I tell her, “I need your head here.” I pat the edge of the bed, and she smirks before turning so her head is where I’ve pointed. I take her wrists and entwine my tie around them, securing it with a tight knot. “For not addressing me correctly, you’ll pleasure me first.” I unfasten my trousers and release my erection, and she eyes it greedily. “Open, Victoria.” I step closer, pressing the head of my cock against her lips. She shuffles closer until her head is hanging upside down off the edge, then she opens her mouth like a good girl, and I slide in until I hit the back of her throat. I close my eyes in appreciation and lean down, fisting the sheets. I fuck her mouth, taking my time to savour the sensation of every choke as she tries her best to accommodate me.

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