Page 20 of Corrupted Guilt

I want to ask her how wouldn’t that ruin your father’s plans? But I can tell she’s been thinking of Petya and Viktor’s agreement about her without me bringing it up. “If I asked you, would you kill him for me?”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t add, ‘and for me’.

“Don’t kill him.”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“I’m asking you not to.”

I grab the conditioner and squeeze some into my hands.

Lather.

Rinse.

Repeat.

She closes her eyes and sinks into the water again.

This time, I can’t help my fantasies. I find myself wrapping her long hair around my fist, thinking how much I’d like to tug her head back. Push my stiff cock into her hot, wet, willing mouth. How I’d fuck her throat, how good her soft lips would feel teasing the head of my cock. Her tongue flickingagainst the sensitive ridge, her lush mouth working my cock into ecstasy.

“Don’t stop,” Katya sighs. “It feels so good.”

It’s all I can do to resist pulling her to me.

She has something that I can’t put my finger on. The ability to confuse and confound me, maybe. As interesting as that is, I’m not sure it’s not also a little too dangerous to have around me. Killing her is always an option … but as I look down into the clear water, I think what a fucking waste that would be.

This woman is rocking my carefully crafted discipline.

I twist the water off and turn toward the door. “I’ve got some calls to make,” I say brusquely. “You’re all set now.”

“Yuri, wait.” Katya grasps my wrist, and the heat of her touch is too much to resist. She tugs me back toward the tub, gazing up at me with a question in her eyes.

“Will you help me out?”

I swear I almost see desire flaring in that gaze, but I must be wrong. Is she trying to seduce me here to get what she wants or is she oblivious to what she’s doing? Against my instincts, I decided to chalk it up toshe doesn’t know what she’s doing. The trauma of the day is still working itself out in her.

As difficult as it is, I keep my eyes averted while I help her out of the tub, trying to ignore the way my hands feel against her bare, wet skin. But as I reach for the towel, she’s suddenly pressing into me, her body molding against my torso, those perfect lips crashing into mine in a desperate kiss.

It’s incredible. Hot but sweet, and eager as hell. Wrapping my arms around her, my aching cock pressed against her, I can’t resist returning the kiss, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth to demand her surrender. I lift her up so I’m holding her in my arms.

Katya makes a whimpering noise. God, she has no idea what she’s doing to me. I could make her come like she never has before. It would be so easy.

But I can’t.

Everything about this is wrong. I feel like I’m taking advantage of her vulnerability here.

I gently put her down and moved away, furious with myself for losing control. But one thing is certain: it can’t happen again. I won’t allow it. I grab the towel, opening it and handing it to her as I walk toward the door.

“Get a hold of yourself,” I mutter. I’m not sure whether I’m talking to her or myself.

I stalk from the room, slamming the door shut behind me. I can’t believe I’m leaving Katya standing in there, ready and wanting, but I know she needs more than what a man like me can give her.

8. Katya

The door slams shut behind him, breaking through my haze of desire.

What are you doing?

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