What did it matter if he ruined my asshole?
“Is that all you’ve got?” I hissed up at him.
“Fucking bitch,” he snapped back.
I counted in my head. Each thrust. Each curse. The great Pakhan of Chernograd, coming apart over someone like me.
Just as I began to feel the first glimmer of pleasure his head flew back and he drove himself inside me one final time, burying himself to the hilt and holding.
I watched his face freeze in his climax. Incapacitated. Entirely unguarded.
All it would take was a knife into the side of his neck.
I knew which vein.
His come stopped. His eyes snapped to mine as though he had heard the thought.
“Bit of a letdown,” I said, pushing at his chest.“You said I was going to come on your cock.”
He didn’t budge.
“Be extremely careful, Iskra,” he said.
My name meant spark.
Caution was not in my nature.
Not anymore.
Chapter 23
Vadim
The need to beat someone to a pulp was still there. Even as I pulled out of her.
I went to the drawer and retrieved tissues to clean up, ignoring her head dangling off the edge of the desk beside me as though she hadn’t a care in the world.
“Get your clothes on and wait here. Radovan will be up to take you home shortly,” I said, keeping my voice even.
“Yes, Pakhan,” she said.
Insolently.
I was going to kill her.
She slid off the desk and began gathering her clothes from the floor. I slammed the drawer shut and locked it, the sound sharper than I intended.
This was what I got for taking her out. For showing her a little appreciation. For giving her additional resources. Not one but three credit cards and an evening in my city.
I was stuck with her until she gave birth.
I left while she was pulling her dress over her head. She had turned to face the window and didn’t look back as I walked out.
Bogdan was in the corridor. His relaxed posture evaporated the moment he saw my face.
“Give Radovan the keys and tell him to drop—Mrs Dragunov home,” I said, handing the keys over.“We’re going to the pit.”
He followed me into the elevator without a word.
