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“I… didn’t seduce anyone,” Lisa choked out, another moan escaping from her lips.

“And what about the job? You just love playing the clueless whore, don’t you?”

Lisa shook her head. “Please, Nikolai!” She didn’t think she could take it anymore.

“Please, what? Tell me what you want, Lisa.”

“Fuck me!” she gasped. Lisa had never imagined ever uttering those words.

The things Nikolai did to her! She couldn’t even feel appalled by it.

Lisa yelped as the Russian Bear obliged her with all fervor, thrusting inside her in one deft go and forcing her to look at him.

“The moment you take your eyes off me, I’ll be gone,” he grunted, increasing the intensity with every full stroke. “You are fucking perfect for me. Look how you are clinging tight to me like you never want me out. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, krastoka?”

A loud shriek escaped from Lisa’s mouth, bouncing along the walls of the office. The last time she was in here, she was on her knees, taking in his release. Now, she was bouncing off his cock on his mahogany table. The thought made her impossibly hornier, and pleasure pooled in between her legs, where Nikolai thrust on like a raged animal.

“Look at me,” he ordered again as she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Nikolai splayed his fingers on her neck with one hand, pulling her face back to look at his. There was resolution in his eyes as, with his other hand, he reached for the telephone that he had strangely missed when he had sent the contents of the table landing on the floor.

He dialed a number by heart and placed the phone against his ears. Lisa’s moans didn’t stop him from making his call, as the other person on the line knew better than to say anything about it. And he loved the way Lisa looked at him like he was a crazy person, making a phone call while fucking her brains out. But she liked it too. He could see it from the shine in her eyes.

“Dmitri,” he grunted into the phone. “Send half of my men with Lisa tomorrow. She’ll be going to the art exhibition holding in Brighton Beach.”

Lisa couldn’t hear Dmitri at the other end of the line, but with the way Nikolai’s eyes hardened, she could tell he really didn’t fancy being given orders to do anything for her. But there was nothing he could do since going against the Russian Bear wasn’t an option.

“And tell those fucking men not to let their eyes off her even for a minute.” Nikolai wanted to add that if any of them as much as ogled at her, he would send them to the slaughter, but Dmitri wasn’t dumb. He would find out that something was going on between them, and Nikolai didn’t think it was a good idea since Dmitri had yet to let go of his theory that Lisa was up to something.

Watching Nikolai make a phone call while thrusting and choking her at the same time sent Lisa’s body into a frenzy as she felt her core clench and the warmth rushing from deep within. She pressed her hips against his as she yelped, feeling her limbs loose and every part of her body sent into a wave of tremors. At that moment, Lisa felt all the worries in the world escape her as she came, his cock still inside her.

Her breathing increased without a break as Nikolai’s cock hit a sweet spot, sending both of them grunting.

“Fuck!” Nikolai moaned as he released inside her, his body going through spasms for as long as he was inside her.

“I told you I wanted a job.” Lisa found her voice as Nikolai pulled out and placed a kiss on her forehead. He loved hearing the subtle sigh escape from her lips each time he did that.

“You better be grateful I let you go to an art exhibition.” He kissed her again, this time on her lips, then headed to the door after zipping his pants in place.

Left to him, he would never let her out of reach - not even for a minute.

Chapter Twelve

Letting Lisa go for the exhibition was thoughtful because, for the first time in a while, she was out of Nikolai's hair. But walking in the middle of all these strangers, with a glass of white wine in one hand, Lisa couldn't tell if she was enjoying it. The art hung on the walls was great, and it reminded her of all the timeless pieces she saw in the magazines she borrowed from the only classmate who spoke to her in high school. Lisa could never afford to go for these things because working at the restaurant wasn't giving her enough to live a decent life.

But Nikolai didn't think twice about these things before he spent money like he was born in it. The matron who took care of Lisa told her that he wasn't born with a silver spoon and had to work hard to get to where he was. Apparently, she had been in the family before he was born. She was there when he had lost his parents, and she told Lisa that those were the darkest days Nikolai had ever had to go through. She didn't think he would ever be able to recover from it.

It was no wonder there was always darkness behind his eyes, even on the days he laughed at her jokes. And his strong laughter always carried into the air, like a man learning to let go of burdens and just breathe. But it was a hard task for him because those moments never lasted. He saw her as a comic relief for mere seconds, and Lisa didn't think she would ever be more than that to him.

So why was she thinking about him instead of enjoying this exhibition meant for the wealthy class of society? Lisa felt like a fraud even though she wasn't dressed as one. This morning, she had found a box on her bed when she had woken up. Inside there was the most beautiful piece she had ever worn, but this was one of the things Lisa was talking about.

Nikolai confused her. He bought her dresses, yet acted like she didn't mean more than a fuck buddy to him. Was he that way with the other women in his life too?

Lisa couldn't forget the excited look in that woman's eyes as he carried her up the stairs, how Nikolai had acted like she was just a part of the wall, without a thought as to how she would feel watching him have sex with another woman right under her nose. She wondered if he had choked the woman too or asked her to look into his eyes as he made a phone call to God knows who. Had she cried out in pleasure as he released inside her?

I'm done with all of this.

The men whom Nikolai had instructed to watch over her moved at once as she turned away from the picture she was looking at, walking out of the gallery. Everywhere felt devoid of air right now, and the last thing she wanted was to go back to the mansion, to Nikolai, who seemed to suck all the air out tenfold. And worse was the fact that she enjoyed every bit of it.

Was that even healthy?

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