Page 44 of Wicked Arrangement

“I think you’ll find I can do what I want,” I reply smoothly.

“Really?” she replies, raising her eyebrow and folding her arms. “So then what, if in three days I still want to go, what will you do then? Tie me up and keep me here as a prisoner?” she demands.

“Maybe…” I muse, “I have to say I like the idea of you tied up,” I add suggestively.

But tonight it seems she’s immune to my charms. “And you think you could get away with that?” she says with a derisive snort.

“Yes,” I reply simply.

“Who are you? Really,” she says looking at me in disbelief and I realize I’ve gone too far, that she’s seeing behind the mask.

This isn’t just some kinky hypothetical conversation for her, she’s taking me seriously.

Shit.

“Yaroslav, the man you’ve been enjoying fucking for almost three weeks,” I reply, trying to keep the conversation light.

“Cut the crap Yaroslav, why am I really here? Why do you want me to stay?”

“Because I enjoy fucking you,” I reply simply, shutting down further questions.

I don’t want to answer that question to myself yet, I don’t know why I can’t seem to let her go, and I most certainly don’t want to discuss it with her.

“David seems to think you have other reasons,” she states staring me in the eye.

Great, so this is what’s got into her. David’s been telling her god knows what.

How much has he said? And how much has she believed? This is not good.

“Oh really? Well, please enlighten me, what did my mentally unstable brother have to say?” I reply sarcastically, trying to cast aspersions to make her doubt David’s stories.

Her conviction wavers slightly, but she’s too far gone to backtrack now. “He seems to think you’re planning on makingme your wife or some shit, that you need heirs for your criminal empire.”

Fuck, so David’s been spilling all the family secrets, and worse, it sounds like Kim’s believed him.

I laugh, trying to act as though the suggestion is utterly ridiculous. “Oh, and I suppose he also thinks I’m in love with you and this is some grand romance?”

Kim’s cheeks redden and she looks embarrassed. “Well… actually…”

“That’s fucking hilarious, and you believed him?” I reply with a derisive snort.

Kim doesn’t respond, which is all I need to know. I have to be cruel to hide the truth from her.

“I don’t do love. I am not, nor will I ever be, in love with you. I just wanted to fuck. But since you’re not going to do that tonight, I guess I’ll go elsewhere,” I spit, storming out.

I have three days to do some damage control. Try to convince Kim to forgive me and stay, while at the same time making sure she doesn’t believe a word David told her. But right now, all I want to do is get the fuck out of the house and blow off some steam.

Fuck Kim, fuck the contract, fuck love, fuck feeling fucking weak. I’m Yaroslav Volkov, no one owns me.

***

The naked blonde gyrating on my lap thrusts her enormous tits in my face, she smells of sweat and a too-sweet bubblegum perfume. The dance music of the club thuds out andI can hear the jeers of the drunken bachelor party enjoying the show onstage. I’m several vodkas deep in the VIP room of one of my strip clubs. I figured if Kim won’t put out maybe I can find some release in one of the incredibly willing dancers. The only problem is my cock seems to have other plans. It’s not so much as twitched for the voluptuous naked woman doing her best to seduce me.

“Is someone a bit shy?” she purrs, unperturbed by my clear lack of interest. “Maybe I can help with that,” she coos, dropping to her knees and starting to unbuckle my belt.

Quick as a viper, I reach out and grab her wrist, stopping her. “No. Leave.”

She stops, looking confused and a little bit pissed off at my abrupt dismissal. “You heard me, go,” I growl, thrusting a handful of one-hundred-dollar bills at her.

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