Page 15 of Wicked Arrangement

I don’t trust many people. But in my business, family is everything. Apart from my siblings, Innokentiy is the closest blood relative I have left. My younger brother has health issues, and my sister abandoned us not long after our parents died, to live a new life in England, we’re more or less estranged now, so my uncle is the only one involved in the family business. I know he always has the family’s best interests at heart.

Vova is standing patiently waiting for my orders, as one of my most trusted confidants, I trust he can handle the Sharkozi situation for now without me having to go to Miami or have too much involvement.

“I want round-the-clock surveillance on Roman Sharkozi and his associates, he doesn’t so much as take a shit without my knowledge. Understood?” I bark, feeling pissed off that the old bastard has dared come over to the States.

“Yes, Boss.”

The timing is too close to the biggest deal we’ve had in years, I don’t believe in coincidences. Somehow, Roman’s got wind of our plans and his being here can only mean he’s going totry to muscle his way in. The other thing this means is that we’ve got a mole.

“Get the first flight to Miami you can find, take Boris and Fedor with you too. Artem can stay here with the rest to help me. As well as watching Roman, I want you to look into anyone who knows about the porcelain shipment and the Gillihan deal. I don’t like the timing of this one bit,” I order.

“Nor do I boss,” Vova agrees before standing to attention and waiting for my permission to go.

“Alright, keep me posted,” I dismiss him, shaking his hand and pointing to the door.

He nods and leaves without uttering another word. I know I can trust him with this. I head over to my desk and sit down, pulling the secure phone from the drawer that’s reserved for making calls to my uncle.

The call rings out with no answer. Feeling pissed off, I leave a snarky voicemail. I’m not the kind of man whose calls you ignore. Admittedly, it’s late in Moscow, so he could be asleep, but he knows better than to be out of contact for so long. And I expect my men to answer my calls no matter what time it is.

“Uncle. Call me back when you get this. We need to talk,” I growl before hanging up the phone and stuffing it into my pocket in case he calls back.

I contemplate trying to do some work, but I know I won’t be able to focus. Not until I know more about the situation. What I need is a distraction.

Immediately my mind wanders to the beautiful woman I’ve now invited to stay in my home. I’ve no idea what compelledme to ask her to stay here—and for two weeks no less. Like I told her, she intrigues me. But it’s more than that. I don’t like unknown entities or coincidences, and Kimberly Walsh is both of those things.

It seems far too convenient that she’d crash into me right before a bomb exploded in my car, narrowly saving my life, and then, less than a week later, on the day that Roman Sharkozi arrives in the US, she’s calling me and asking for my help. I should never have offered her the favor, perhaps I’ve walked right into a trap. However, I’d rather keep her close so that I can keep an eye on her and figure out what involvement she has, if any, than think she’s a nobody and have that bite me in the ass.

No matter who Kimberly Walsh is and whatever she wants from me, I’ll find out. And if we end up having a little fun along the way, I can’t say I’ll complain about it.

Having decided that Kim could be the perfect distraction or at best that spending time with her could help unravel the mystery of Roman’s arrival, I head upstairs to shower and change. I can pick her brains and find out more over dinner together.

My bedroom is one of the two master suites in the house. The other mirrored suite sits at the opposite end of the house and it’s where I’ve decided to put Kim. I figured a nicer room would keep her sweet, and most of the other nine bedrooms are often occupied by my men. Plus, hers is one of the few that can be secured, should I need to keep in her in there against her will. Not that I’m planning to, but it pays to be prepared.

I briefly contemplate taking the left staircase and going straight to Kim’s room, just thinking of fucking her has my cock twitch in anticipation, but I decide against it. She’s made it clearshe’s not the kind of girl to jump into bed right away for money. So, I take the right staircase up to my suite.

As I enter my room, I’m greeted by a wholly unexpected and very welcome sight. A fully naked Kimberly. Naked, she’s a goddess. Her caramel skin against the white of the bedsheets glows and looks buttery smooth. Her head is thrown back, eyes closed, and her kissable lips parted. Her full breasts are perky and her dark nipples are erect. Her back is arched, and I can see the slope of her round ass and flat stomach. With one hand she pulls on a nipple, biting her lip, her other hand explores the area between her thighs as she moves expertly in circular motions along her clit before moving her fingers in and out.

My cock immediately springs to action at the sight of her and I’m rooted to the spot, unable to take my eyes off her. I can only assume this show is for me, but she’s yet to acknowledge my presence.

An unbelievably sexy moan escapes her lips followed by one word, “Yaroslav.”

Chapter 9

Kimberly

“Yaroslav,” I moan as I climax.

Panting, hungry, wet, and aching for more, I open my eyes, only to find myself looking at the man of my fantasy.

I let out a startled shriek and grasp for the sheets to cover myself. How long has he been watching me?

Yaroslav gives a dark chuckle. My first instinct to feel embarrassed is immediately squashed when I see the hungry look in his eyes and the bulge in his pants, and my libido fires up again.

“Mind if I join?” he asks, his voice thick with arousal.

I shake my head to indicate I don’t mind at all, not trusting myself to speak. He’s already seen everything, and I’m far too horny for him right now to think straight, to think of the ramifications of this, I just want him.

He doesn’t need any further encouragement, he strides over to the bed, shrugging off his shirt to reveal the muscular six-pack underneath, he has a sexy amount of chest hair and a small trail of hair that leads down the bottom of his abs, like an arrow pointing to his cock. He unbuckles his pants, dropping them to the floor and revealing the massive bulge in his boxers. My eyes widen at the sight.

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