Page 123 of For a Price

If he believed Lucius Mancino deserved to be overthrown, then the same can be said about the pakhan.

My new potential ally is still on my mind when I return to our base of operations. I head up to my private chambers that I share with Katerina, deciding to call an end to the long day. I haven’t been spending as much time with my kitty cat as I would like.

She hasn’t been herself lately.

Ever since she was rescued from the Midnight Society, she’s been quieter, more contemplative. She’s been sleeping and reading a lot. I’ve caught her doing things like yoga and meditating, possibly to clear her head.

But as I enter our private space, I’m not expecting what I come across.

There’s a buzzing noise from the bathroom, the door partially ajar. I head toward the noise, unsure what I’ll find on the other side. Nudging the door the rest of the way open, the first thing that I see are curly tendrils of hair filling up the sink basin.

Then my gaze rises to the woman standing at the sink with hair clippers in her hand.

The expression on her face can only be described as euphoric. Her dark eyes are wide and almost innocent as they meet mine in the mirror, then she smiles.

She’s shaved it off.

Every curl of hair gone.

The dried, dyed, drab mop they’d left her with during her captivity is no more.

She’s gotten rid of it, and seeing the relief on her beautiful face almost makes me fucking lightheaded.

It makes me thrilled enough to laugh. I take wide steps toward her, outstretching my arms.

She sets down the clippers and begins to ask, “Do you like it? Do you mind if I’m bal?—”

I crush my lips to hers in answer. “It’s hair, devochka. It’ll grow back. You look fucking sexy like this.”

* Ya ne prinimayu resheniya -I don’t make decisions

* No ty yvpolnyayesh’ ch’i-to prikazy. Rasskazhi mne, chto ty znayesh -But you’re following someone’s orders. Tell me what you know.

CHAPTER 35

Katerina

I can barely geta word in before Roman’s kissing me with so much passion, I’m left reeling. I still have hair shavings on me as he backs me up against the bathroom sink and starts devouring me like only he can.

Passion bursts from every hot kiss. From each squeezing caress his strong hands give.

I close my eyes and sink into the sensations washing over me. Arousal comes so naturally whenever Roman’s touching me that within seconds I’m feeling the familiar ache in my pussy. I clutch at the back of his neck and he grips at my thighs and together we lift me off my feet.

He sets me down on the edge of the sink counter and attacks my throat with ravenous greed. His lips feel so good on such sensitive skin that I shudder against him.

It’s been over two weeks since we’ve enjoyed each other and it shows in how we’re so quickly losing control.

I’ve spread my legs to make room for him in between. He curls an arm under my thigh and drags me even closer to the edge. Even more toward him as he bends forward and licks and sucks at my throat.

He’s feral with need. So turned on by me he can’t wait another second.

When making the decision to shave my head, I had worried that Roman would hate how it looked. He’d always been so mesmerized by my lavender curls that I worried some of his attraction would fall off.

Most men’s ideal woman doesn’t have a buzzcut.

Truthfully, I’ve never had my hair this short either. It’s going to take time for me to adjust from a full head of gorgeous, coily, kinky curls to nothing at all. There’s always wigs, but somehow that feels like it would be worse after what’s happened.

After the people at the marketplace fucked up my hair, they plopped a synthetic wig on my head so they could still sell me to the pakhan.

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