Page 110 of Dance of Devils
I saw the confusion in her eyes when I pulled her hand away before she could touch my cock. Obviously, it’s not that I don’t want her.
Again,she’s just not ready for me.
For my kind of intimacy. For my style of fucking, involving restraints, blindfolds, gags…
Punishment.
Maybe shethinksshe is. But after everything she’s been through, I’m erring on the side of caution.
Andrei clears his throat. “I sincerely apologize, Mr. Nikolayev. Mr. Moskovic has unfortunately been pulled into some unexpected, but important business.”
My mouth sours. “More important than our discussion?” I growl. “Which I blocked off time from my busy morning schedule to take?”
Okay, my busy morning schedule involved devouring Brooklyn’s pussy and weighing if she’s ready to swallow my cock yet.
Butstill.
“I really do apologize, Mr. Nikolayev. It’s not moreimportant, but more…pressing.” Andrei sighs. “One off Mr. Moskovic’s money laundering businesses was hit hard last night.”
“Oh. How unfortunate.”
I know he means The Mirage.
“Yes. Someone roughed up the manager of the place, who’s his primary cleaner. Mr. Moskovic is quite understandably angered.”
That cleaner is a predatory piece of human shit.
“Dimitriisaware, though, that when our deal goes through, whatever businesses he has here in New York will need to be closed?”
“Of course,” Andrei says quickly. “I think given your deal will be completed soon, he’s been trying to push through as much cleaning as possible.”
“I see,” I growl. “And what does Dimitri plan to do about the attack?”
Andrei clears his throat. “With our operations pulling out of the city shortly, I believe Mr. Moskovic might be looking for one last ‘adventure’ here, if you will.”
I scowl. “Meaning?”
“I believe he’s hoping to make an example out of whoever’s responsible.”
That might complicate things.
“Any leads?”
“Unfortunately, no,” Andrei grunts. “But he’s looking into it.”
“I see.”
Movement through the office windows pulls my attention to Brooklyn’s old car, sitting in the driveway.
…And to Brooklyn pulling something ratty-looking out of the trunk and shaking the dust off it.
“My sympathies to Dimitri, Andrei,” I growl. “But I’m afraid I need to?—”
“One last thing, Mr. Nikolayev,” Andrei says. “Mr. Moskovic wanted me to touch base on how the other part of your arrangement is going. Have you contacted Ivan Yelchin yet concerning Inessa’s acceptance into the company?”
My jaw tightens as my eyes focus on Brooklyn outside. Fuck, she looks so beautiful. Sohappyright now, like there’s a weight off her shoulders.
“Top of my list,” I growl to Andrei.
