Page 31 of Slipping into the Dark Side

Yakov grabbed his shirt off the floor. It was wet from previous use, cum soaked most of it. But a sleeve managed to get his cum off of her.

He put his pants back on, grabbed a cigarette, and laid on the couch and smoked, sedated and tired. He’d never cum so many times in his life. He hadn’t thought he was capable of it. It was her.

She was a fucking masterpiece. And as he watched her stumble, her legs weak and her body exhausted, Yakov realized then he could never let another man touch her.

Tatianna struggled with her dress. She wanted to collapse. But she knew she couldn’t stay. They had a reputation to uphold. And she doubted Yakov was the cuddly type. She put her heels into her shoes and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To bed.”

“Come here.”

Tatianna suppressed a smile. She made it to him, and he held out a hand, pulling her down for a kiss. The euphoria he created was more than she was ready for. She didn’t want to leave him. Tatianna stared at the ground, and a terrible question poppedinto her head: How was she supposed to sleep with Fedor? How was she supposed to marry him after Yakov destroyed any sense of normalcy? She didn’t want Fedor. She didn’t want to settle for anything but what Yakov had to give.

“Marry me,” Yakov whispered against her lips.

Tatianna’s attention swirled on him. “What?” The request caused a wave of confusion. “But you said to marry Fedor.”

“I know what I said. I’ve changed my mind.”

“Yakov–”

He twisted his head. “Why is this a problem?”

“Because I…” Tatianna didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to hurt Fedor, and hiding her affair with Yakov was the best way to keep him safe. Fedor was a good man. She’d be called terrible things if she left him. But whatever was going on between Yakov and her could still happen, and when it faded, she’d be happy with Fedor, and her reputation would remain intact. It was the perfect solution to all of this. “I’m already engaged.”

Yakov sat up, dropping his hand from hers. He stared at his feet, trying to figure this out. It didn’t make any sense. She wanted him.

But she didn’t want to bewithhim.

Like a brick, the realization sank in his gut.

Tatianna kneeled in front of him, hating the expression on his face, as if he was betrayed or hurt. She gripped his hand. “This works out for both of us, doesn’t it? You get Fedor on your side, and he doesn’t get hurt.”

She was right. This worked out perfectly. Just the way he wanted it too. But why didn’t he feel any better?

Yakov got up, brushing by her. He kept the cigarette between his fingers as he moved the painting off the wall to reveal a giant hole. A camera sat behind it with its red dot glowing.

“What’s that?”

He ignored her, digging out the tape. He stared at it between his fingers. Yakov despised the weakness in him that thought about throwing it out. At least he kept it long enough to hear her declaration. Yakov turned back to her, her beauty nearly stopping him, but he put his cigarette between his lips and held it, letting the smoke burn his lungs and hopefully burn all that she wrecked inside him. “What do you think your father would do to keep a tape like this from circulating?”

Tatianna clenched the couch, pulling herself into it as she watched him cross the room. He plopped it in an envelope and shoved it in his desk, locking it and slipping that key into his pocket before he sat in his leather chair. He leaned back with his legs on the table, a smug smirk on his lips.

And that’s when it hit her. “You’re blackmailing my father.” The wheels in her head were turning. It was becoming a look he could recognize. He waited. Waited for the outrage and the hate. Her eyes popped up to him. “You targeted me from the beginning.”

The look of pure devastation on her face was hilarious.

At least the feeling was mutual.

Yakov shrugged. His father always said he was a skillful liar. It was one thing to lie, it was another to never be caught. And there hadn’t been a time when he’d been discovered except by her. Perhaps that’s the problem. They were both very good at the game.

“You knew who I was. You picked me for a purpose.” Her hands slipped into her hair, and he turned his gaze elsewhere. He wasn’t about to let her pain affect him. She was just upset she got beat at her own game. “You were manipulating Fedor this whole time. Why didn’t I think you would be manipulating me? God, I’m so stupid.”

Yakov chuckled. “Don’t act innocent, Miss Nevsky as if you weren’t trying to manipulateme.”

“I wasn’t!”

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