I gasped when he turned the car off.
Sweat glistened down my skin, in complete contrast to his casual posture. The only thing that gave him away was the blaring darkness in his eyes as he stared at the dripping liquid on his fingers.
“W-why’d you stop?” I whined, forcing myself not to grab his huge hand and make him finish the job.
“We arrived,” he said, and from the way his eyes caressed my skin he was more than aware that I hadn’t.
“But I’m so close,” I said, my breathing ragged.
Dmitri tucked an errant strand of my wig behind my ear.
“I’m aware.” His voice was gravelly. “But if you're a good girl, I’ll finish you later.”
My mouth dropped open when he swung open the car door and stepped into the frigid night. I closed my eyes and took adeep breath, trying to fight through that fog of lust and go back into a professional mindset.
It didn’t work, but I still checked the mirror to make sure my makeup and wig were in place. With a huff, I followed him inside the restaurant.
Dmitri savored my discomfort as a suited worker opened the door for us.
“How am I supposed to work like this?” I said.
My pent-up pleasure was turning into sexual frustration. Frustration that I was more than willing to take out on the person who caused it.
“You’ll figure it out.”
When my glare deepened, the sadistic gleam in his eyes just magnified.
“What type of assignment is it?” I said when I concluded that I wasn’t winning the previous argument.
“Simple kill mission.”
“Who's the target?”
“Not here yet,” he said after surveying the cavernous room. “Looks like you’ll have to be patient.”
The sound that left my mouth was undignified, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as I headed towards the bar with a crow’s eye view of the space.
I settled onto a barstool and discreetly rubbed my thighs together, hoping it would minimize the unrelenting pressure.
No luck.
“Don’t worry,” Dmitri said. He sat down beside me, his leg brushing against mine and setting off another wave of heat. “I can handle everything.”
It made sense. Dmitri didn’t seem like the type to allow pleasure to get in the way of work. I was just a little toy he was using to pass the time while he waited for the main event.
“Why did the Pakhan pair us together for such a straightforward mission?” I mused.
Dmitri’s expression shadowed. “There’s always a reasoning behind the Pakhan’s decisions.”
I frowned at his tone. The words sounded deferential, but the way he said it had another layer to it. Did he share my ambivalent feelings about the Pakhan?
Before I could question him on it, Natalya swept into the room.
Chapter thirty-three
Alisa
Natalya’s eyes lit up the moment she spied Dmitri. I squirmed in my seat, but she didn’t even spare me a glance.
