It also explained why he had so much security around him.
Without a word he dragged the covers off me and began to assess the leakage situation as I lay back to study him. His body had many scars, most of which had faded, but when I ran my hands over him I could feel the subtle raised skin beneath some of the tattoos.
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts when he suddenly straddled my waist. His hand around my neck. The other palming my breast.
“Time to top up your supply of come,” he said, tracing his thumb down my neck.
My eyes trailed down his body and sure enough his cock was trying to poke a hole through his shorts.
“Can I listen to my podcast while you do me?”
The flare of outrage in his eyes made me laugh.
I wasn’t laughing for long.
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His fingers began to circle around me again, smearing his come before pushing back inside me. Three of them.
I tried to shake my head but I was exhausted.
“You did so well,” he crooned, and pulled his fingers back to collect more seed.
I glanced past him. The curtains were open and it was dark outside.
“No more,” I sighed.
“No more,” he repeated.
I didn’t believe him.
I lost count of the number of times he had unloaded inside me. And when I said I was too sore, he proceeded to wank himself off and deliver the final load manually.
Madame Popova’s story came back to me.
Such a dedicated lady who served her community well.
His lips brushed my neck. The bed creaked.
The rustle of his shorts followed.
He was leaving. It was over.
My eyes began to droop and I didn’t even hear the door close behind him.
I was out cold.
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Life resumed to what it had been before the ovulation period. Vadim had given me a three-day reprieve. Unfortunately he didn’t budge on the job front, citing that it was too dangerous. After careful consideration—and after watching some of the men who went in and out of his office—I decided he was being truthful.
One man stood out. Not for his appearance, but for the dead look in his eyes. Spartak had told me he was a torpedo—a contract killer. A third-party hire who answered to no one but Vadim. I didn’t know what had forged that man, but as beautiful as he was, he was severely damaged. It lived in his eyes—a specific kind of blankness that had nothing to do with vacancy and everything to do with having seen too much and felt too little for too long.
I had found someone worse than Vadim.
Even from my hiding place at the top of the stairs, Tau’s eyes had found me without effort and sent me back to my room at speed.
Luckily Radovan wasn’t on duty that day. Or Vadim would have known within minutes.
