Page 9 of Corrupted Guilt

“You’ll leave this evening.” Clearly pleased with himself, Viktor smiled. “I know you won’t let me down.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. And Petya?”

“It can wait. He should be content with an engagement for now. I just need him off my back. Some breathing room.”

“I’ll do a deep dive into his past and see what I dig up.”

“That’s not necessary. He’s a contingency plan, that’s all. Put him out of your mind.”

I protested mildly but let him think he had his way. I was for sure going to crawl up this guy’s ass and find out everything about him.

I didn’t let myself feel down about this change. One thing that would make me feel better is seeing Katya’s reaction to it. I like seeing her squirm.

I love making her gasp.

I would kill to make her moan.

I plan to do a lot of more of them.

I left Viktor’s study and went across the hall to Katya’s bedroom and went in without knocking.

“I have good news and better news,” I told her.

She started wiggling in front of me from excitement.

“The good news is your father has changed his mind. You can go as planned.”

She squeaks and hugs me before she remembers herself. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem. Don’t you want to hear the better news?”

“Okay.”

“I’m going with you.”

“No.”

“Yes. Petya might not want to wait for you – I wouldn’t in his shoes. And your father has many other enemies, too. I’ll be there to protect you. I’m making all the arrangements now, an apartment building, a second bodyguard to shadow you when I’m unavailable – I’ll take care of everything.”

“What?”

“Those are the terms, kiska. I don’t really want to be a glorified babysitter for you, but I think it could be enjoyable,” I tell her.

“Enjoyable?”

“Sure,” I say, “Like how youenjoyedhaving my cock inside you earlier tonight.”

“That was a … a mistake.”

“Maybe, but you were wet and willing at the time, weren’t you?” She freezes, her eyes open wide and so does her mouth. Just the reaction I wanted. “Lie to yourself, but not to me. We both know the truth.”

“Asshole,you are a fucking liar. You lied to me; you tricked me earlier.”

“I didn’t lie, I omitted parts of the truth. You don’t want the truth. You want to hear bullshit, that’s what I gave you.”

“I want the truth.”

I shake my head, “No. Trust me, you do not. Cannot. Be happy with the omissions. You leave in three days, I leave tonight. The truth would torture you for three days and nothing would be any different.”

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