Page 11 of Fractured Devotion

Addison bit her lip briefly before shaking her head. “I can’t. It’s just… things are scary right now, and I hate that my husband is having to do something he doesn’t want to do.”

“What do you mean?” My curiosity piqued. “Doesn’t he want to be here for the fight? I mean, I thought Ryker Nash lived for the thrill.”

“He came out of retirement for this… but it’s not who he is anymore.” The elevator halted its ascent, and the doors dinged as they parted. “It was nice seeing you again.”

As she was stepping out, a man who made my skin crawl stepped inside, pausing in front of the doors. It had been a while since I’d seen him, but I knew exactly who he was. I watched as he grabbed Addison’s arm and smirked.

“Mrs. Nash. Perhaps you’d like to join me. I was just about to head down to the bar for a drink.”

“Get your hand off me.” She jerked from his hold. “You might control what my husband does, Mr. Mikhailov, but you don’t have the right to fucking touch me.” As she stepped into the corridor, he chuckled.

“We will see about that, Mrs. Nash. It won’t be long before you become a plaything… and I can’t wait to break you in.” He stepped inside, watching her as the doors slid shut.

“You are awful forward, aren’t you? Seems like you could probably get any pussy in Vegas. Why terrify that young woman?”

His head whipped around, piercing me with his shallow gaze. His eyes trailed my body, a glint of curiosity filling the blackened orbs. Licking his lips, he prowled forward, backing me against the steel cage.

“Are you offering to be my entertainment?”

My heart raced like a thousand horses running free on an open terrain. For months, I had worked to be here… in this very moment. I had prayed for an opportunity to put myself in a position to get Andrei Sloski alone—Aleski’s right-hand man and my way into the inner workings of the man in charge of operations. And now… because of a chance encounter, I was finally getting one.

Forcing the bile down, I raised my hand and trailed my fingers down his chest. “I could be… but first I need to get cleaned up.” My hand continued south, my gaze never leaving his.

His fingers gripped my throat, tightening as a show of dominance. “What’s your name, princess?”

“Ella. What’s yours or can I call you daddy?” I cupped his cock with my palm and rubbed along the hardening member. “Can I meet you after I get all cleaned up? I could use a good fucking.”

Andrei grabbed my hand and twisted it behind my back. Shoving his leg between my thighs, he pressed his body against mine. “You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” His tongue flicked across my neck, training a path to my ear. “I’m going to destroy your tiny little cunt. Twenty-first floor, room 130, don’t keep me waiting, princess. You won’t like me when I’m angry.”

His Russian accent washed over me, making my body tighten. He thought it was because I was turned on, but it was the opposite. Men like him disgusted me. But I’d play the part—then I’d gut him.

The elevator dinged again, signaling the arrival to my floor. I darted out from under his arms and tossed a flirty smile over my shoulder. “See you in thirty, big boy. I hope you’re rested—because I like it rough.”

Andrei growled as the doors closed. Rushing down the hallway, I hurried into my room. As much as I wanted to go to his room and slit his throat, I knew it was too soon. Jumping in the shower, I scrubbed my body clean—what I was about to do was all part of the plan… even if it would leave a little more of me broken on the inside. My body was my weapon, one I knew how to wield with precision. Fucking Andrei wouldn’t bring me any pleasure, but it would take me one step closer to ending his boss.

After drying off, I pulled my hair into a tight braid. I slipped into a sexy red dress, then grabbed my black clutch. Shoving my blade inside the velvet bag, I took several deep breaths and walked out of my room. The elevator ride to the twenty-first floor felt like a death sentence, but I wasn’t afraid of dying. I was already dead. Thoughts of Alex filled my mind as I stepped out of the metal carriage and headed to room 130.

I could do this. I had to do this. For all the women who had been sold or killed. For my sister. For Alex.

Raising my hand, I brushed my knuckles across the wooden barrier. The door opened, revealing a shirtless Andrei. His smirk told me he planned to make good on his promise to destroy me—and I’d let him think that… before I inevitably destroyed him.

“Are you just going to stand there, big guy… or do you plan on fucking me sometime today?”

Andrei’s arm burst forward, his fingers wrapped around my throat. Jerking me inside his room, he slammed the door closed and pressed my back against the barrier.

“You’ve got a smart mouth… one I plan to fill.” He used his free hand to rip the fabric of my dress, exposing my bare breasts to him. Like the savage I knew he was, Andrei leaned forward and bit down on my nipple, causing me to cry out. “I like hearing you scream, princess.”

Jerking me forward, his grip loosened as he shoved me to my knees. Andrei’s fingers dug into my hair as he wound the braid around his wrist. Tugging on the strands, he forced my face into his crotch.

“Take out my cock.” I’d play along, letting him think I was some weakling for now, but I was cataloging everything he was doing. When the time was right… he’d pay.

Easing my palms along his legs, I reached for the belt he wore and unbuckled it. Slowly easing down his zipper, I pushed my hand inside and gripped his shaft. For a big man, he sure had a small dick. Closing my eyes, I took several breaths. This wasn’t the first time I’d wrapped my mouth around a man to get what I wanted, yet this time, I felt like I was betraying a man who was dead. Shoving that guilt aside, I slipped his hard cock out and jerked him from root to tip.

Glancing up at him, I caught his hooded eyes and smirked. He had no idea what was coming for him. Adjusting my position on the floor, I flicked my tongue out and teased the bulbous head. He jerked, his hips thrusting his penis into my mouth.

“Don’t fucking tease, or you’ll be punished. And if you fucking bite me, I’ll cut your throat. Now swallow.”

He shoved himself inside my mouth, nearly making me gag from the sudden intrusion. Fortunately, his size was nothing compared to the man who haunted my dreams. Throwing myself into the moment, I went to town on his cock. I needed him to want to keep me—even if it was going to be short-lived. For my plan to work, I needed to have Andrei wrapped around my finger—or, in this case, my lips.

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