Page 31 of Savage Surrender

“Then we can go talk to the Boss and you can ask him about any engagement he might’ve planned for you. You can tell him what you learn about at this party, too.”

Lifting my head to stare at the ceiling, I fumed and counted to ten. That little trick hardly ever worked, but I tried my best to cram all my anxiety and disappointments back into a tidy little compartment and do as I was told.

Again.

15

VIKTOR

Jessica stared down Irina as she scrammed. I hated that Irina felt like she had to run. In the back of my mind and in the bottom of my heart, I entertained a fanciful thought that she’d stay. That she’d stick around and face off with Jessica. It would’ve been a sight to behold, Irina standing up to Jessica and staking her claim on me.

But it wasn’t happening. Irina took off, her face so pink with an uncharacteristic blush at being caught with me. I couldn’t blame her for reacting like that in this context. She was a virgin, and clearly, so unused to doing anything with a man that she lacked the experience of how to handle this kind of situation. I could hardly expect her to own up to her sexuality when she hadn’t ever really embraced it before.

This too-bold and pain-in-the-ass redhead, though, she knew damn well what she was doing by interfering like this.

“This is the last time that I will tell you to leave me alone.”

She sighed as though I were asking her to do something impossible.

“Do you understand me?”

“I suppose…” She smiled, coyly and too smugly for me to believe that she meant it. Turning slowly, she gave me a mischievous smirk as she left.

After she went away, I shut my office door and growled. This time, I locked the damn thing for real. The moment I spun and faced my desk, I groaned with need.

“Dammit.”

I’d been so close to sinking into Irina’s sweet little pussy. From sampling the pleasure I could get from being her first. The pride I would have in taking her V card.

But I hadn’t. Jessica just had to show up and ruin it all.

I dragged my hand over my face, hating how this evening was turning out. I wouldn’t admit that I’d failed. I had gotten her to relax around me. I did get her open up… or at least she’d opened her legs to me. What I hadn’t gotten were any answers. She didn’t tell me where she was last night or why she was late to class. Really, those answers couldn’t matter in the big picture of what I needed to find out for Oleg. They did matter in the vein of getting her vulnerable enough to speak up and not be so secretive around me, though. If she couldn’t tell me why she was late to class, what hope did I have to expect her to share any details about what Igor Petrov was planning?

I had one of two options now. I could chase her down, stop at her apartment, and pick up where we’d left off—if she’d let me. Or I could lurk and let her suffer under the pressure of this unfinished attraction that burned between us.

Either way might work. My seduction wasn’t complete. It boiled down to the matter of whether I could wait and be patient.

With the way I still burned for her touch and sweet kisses, I wasn’t sure I had it in me to wait for another chance to be alone with her.

My phone pinged with a text notification. The sound jarred me from my thoughts of what to do about Irina. Sighing, so frustrated that I didn’t know what to do with myself, I picked it up and checked the screen.

Lev:One of the men patrolling near one of the warehouses mentioned a party happening.

“What the fuck is with all these goddamn parties?” I grumbled. I wasn’t a fan of going out, most likely because for the last twenty years, I’d been working in one big orgy or party to the next. The whorehouses were like party central, and I’d tired of them.

Lev:It sounds like the Ilyins and Petrovs are angling to have a meeting there.

“Huh.” I rubbed the back of my head, missing the tight grip of Irina’s fingers in my hair.

Lev:I doubt that’s true, but since Rurik is tied up with something else, it might make sense for you to check it out.

It wasn’t an order. And Lev wasn’t exactly my superior just yet. Still, I would do my job. The whole reason for me to be on campus and near Irina was to get intel about Igor Petrov’s plans, not to mope and whine about my missed opportunity to sink my cock into her tight pussy.

“Yeah, yeah,” I complained aloud as I stood. I texted him back that I’d check it out, and he texted me the address a moment later.

I headed to my apartment to clean up. Wearing the residue of Irina’s cream on my face wasn’t an issue, but I did want to change out of this proper and professional suit. I couldn’t wear a damn tie to a party that dealers were setting up.

After a quick shower, where I jerked off to the memory of Irina on my desk just to calm myself from wanting her, I left for this party.

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