Page 45 of For a Price

But as my gaze tracks down his large, formidable form inch by inch, it’s the gigantic dick swinging between his legs that most catches my attention.

As I suspected, Roman is packing.

I’m no size queen by any measure, but…damn.

My mouth practically waters setting sight on Roman’s dick. Most times I can take or leave sex—kind of a downside of living to survive and being consumed by where my next meal and place to lay my head would be—but seeing Roman’s dick awakens a hunger inside me.

A different kind of hunger than I’m used to. I can’t remember the last time a man’s prompted these feelings out of me.

If ever.

Roman’s sapphire-blue eyes glint as he stares me in the eye and walks right past me. Naked as the day he was born. Not a shy bone in his powerful body. I turn around to track his movements, watching in awe as he strides toward the bathroom.

“You may join me if you like, kitty cat,” he says as he walks. “If not today, then someday soon.”

I blink out of my shock and then cautiously trail in his wake. “I’ve… I’ve already showered.”

“Don’t be afraid of me. I don’t bite. Most of the time.”

“Do you… um, do you always walk around… like this?”

“You like what you see?” he asks once we’re in the bathroom and he’s twisting on the shower knob. “You don’t need to tell me you do, kitty. They call me Zver for a reason. I’m a beast. A beast with certain sensibilities. That includes a superior sense of smell.”

I gulp instead of swallow. “A-and what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I can practically smell how wet that fucking pussy of yours is. Tell me, devochka, if I were to stick my hand inside your panties, what would I find? Are you wet right now?”

Yes.

“No!” I answer indignantly. I don’t even sound like I believe myself. Probably because it’s completely untrue. Iamwet. I’m heated too. Glancing around the spotless bathroom as Roman waits on the shower, I search for a change of topic. “Will I have to wear a collar while I’m here? Or was that only for the event with your father?”

“You will wear the collar for me, devochka. When I want you to wear it.”

A mysterious glint flashes in Roman’s gaze that sends a shiver racing down my spine. I have a feeling I know exactlywhenRoman will want me to wear the collar. I doubt I’ll have anything else on when I do.

…and I can’t say it doesn’t turn me on just a little.

My pussy throbs imagining what it would be like. If I were totrulybe Roman’s pet. I’m not going to pretend it doesn’t make me a little curious…

Roman steps into the shower.

I stand by uncertainly, trying to decide if I should hang around or give him privacy. He doesn’t seem to care either way.

Over the course of the next ten or so minutes, he showers as if it doesn’t matter. Maybe he was right—maybe shyness about nudityisan American thing.

Flushed and awkward, I return to the bedroom, where I proceed to sit on the edge of the massive king-sized bed and wait him out. He’s just turned off the shower knob and is toweling off when his bedroom door flies open and awomanhurries through.

She must be around my age. A brunette that’s tall and slim, dressed in an all-black uniform that I realize denotes his staff members.

“Zver, are you here? Zver!” She stops short at the sight of me, arching a thin brow. “Who are you?”

“Huh? Oh. I’m… err, I’m Kat.”

“And, Kat, what are you doing in thebrigadier’sbedroom?” she snaps sharply. “Why are you here?”

“Polina! Hush.”

Roman emerges from the bathroom in nothing but a towel secured around his waist. Droplets of water still cling to him, slipping and sliding down the muscular divots of his impressive body. He looks from me to the woman named Polina as if he’s not surprised in the least we’re both here.

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