Page 18 of Roman Petrov

Getting the Empire will make dealing with situations like this so much easier. I can shuffle off lower list clients to that location and not have to cancel.

I’m almost there. I’ve already won half the battle by getting Nadia.

And, her hot body. Full breasts. Begging lower lip…

Fuck.

“If we’re done, I have other business to attend to.” Standing quickly, I push past Marco through the door, heading for one of the free rooms.

Anyone can go in there and play. Going in means you’re open to anything.

I need something to get this raging hard-on to lessen. It’s been standing at full attention since my wedding night.

Pushing her against the wall was the worst kind of torture I could have made for myself.

Now I know what she tastes like. How she smells. The way her pulse flutters with my touch.

And how wet my thigh was after it was pressed between her legs.

I pace down the hall like a man possessed.

Because I am, with the thoughts of her.

She’s lived in my house for nearly a week. I’ve never waited this long before.

But, seeing her sketchbook has rekindled a fire I’ve been trying to keep tamped down.

There’s two women and a man in the room when I step in.

They’re on their knees between his thighs taking turns using him for a popsicle.

I’m so hard my balls ache. Yet, seeing those two naked asses sticking up in the air, the seductive smile the one gives me, all I can think is how I would rather it was Nadia.

Maybe if one was wearing a little halter top and shorts?

No. Staring at their writhing bodies makes my dick go soft.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Screw this.

Angrily, I push back to the foyer and into the dark Vegas night.

This club used to be my sanctuary.

All I want now is to be home. Sitting across the table from Nadia, watching her laugh, has suddenly become more satisfying than two bare pussies shoved in the air for me to use at my whim.

I must be broken.

The drive to the house doesn’t change my mood.

It’s too late for dinner. I’m not hungry for food anyways.

All I can hope for is to stroke off in the shower and hope my cock lets me sleep tonight.

Pausing by her room, I’m tempted to slip inside. I wonder what she’d do if I did?

Would she scream? Or beg me to stay?

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