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Prologue
Valentine’s Day – Washington, D.C. – Black LightClub
Khloe fellonto her knees to steady herself before lunging forward to suck his wet cock into her mouth. For the first time in a long time, Ryder was truly caught off guard. He was no longer in control, and it rocked his world. The submissive in front of him got bolder, reaching around to grab his ass with both hands to help leverage her rocking up and down on hisrod.
With each thrust, she took him deeper until she was gagging on almost every insertion. Still, she didn't back down. It was when she returned her gaze to his from her knees, pausing with his manhood obscenely filling her wide mouth and throat that he had to reach out and steady himself with the tiled wall. He could swear the naughty submissive at his feet had tried to smile around his cock as she'd recognized her effect onhim.
"Christ, Khloe, baby. You feel so warm and wet." When he was close to spurting, he knew he needed to take back control. Ryder released the wall, wrapping his fingers through her wet mane to grab her in a headlock. He held her stationary and took over, thrusting his erection down her throat again and again until she sputtered. He watched her eyes carefully, knowing when she was panicking and needing air. He gave her a hit of oxygen, enough to take the edge off and then resumed his face-fucking of the gorgeous woman at hisfeet.
He squirted the first shot of cum down her throat, holding them together until the second spurt filled her mouth and then finally pulling out to let her gasp while he deposited the rest of his load onto her chest. Each of them took deep breaths after their impromptu exertion. He could see the exhaustion returning to Khloe as she came down from the high their scene had givenher.
Ryder held out his hand and helped her to her feet. He pushed down the regret of their night coming to anend.
Only after she was on her feet, she pulled her hand from his and took a step back, defiance in her eyes oncemore.
"You know everything about me, but I know nothing about you except your name. It's notfair."
He couldn't help but smile at her petulant tantrum. "Careful, Princess. I'd hate to end the night with you over my knee for yoursass."
She took it as a dare. "Fuck you. I'm not leaving until you tell me something. And not some bullshit. Something real." She folded her arms across her chest for goodmeasure.
"Baby, every minute of tonight, you had the realme."
She didn't back down. "At least tell me where you live. What you do for aliving."
"Why, so you can schedule a visit? It doesn't work like that with me,Princess."
"So how does it work? You fuck strangers, spend the night doing all kinds of intimate things with them and then you walk away, never to see each other again?" Tears floated in hereyes.
He saw her struggle with her feelings. "Khloe, you've had an emotional night. You need a good night'srest."
"Bullshit. I need you to level with me. Was tonight just a game? Something you do with a different woman everyweek?"
Her inquisition pissed him off. This, right here, was why the Moscow subs were perfect for him. Not one of them expected anything emotional from him. He didn't have room for emotional attachments in his life. The worst part was that tonight he was already having to push down his own crazy inclination to drive her back to her hotel, and spend the next three days holed up, fucking like rabbits. He didn't need her tempting himfurther.
He hardened his heart, knowing tonight was all they were meant to have. She had her glamorous, very public life to return to–and Ryder, well he had to stay in the shadows. He couldn't afford to be splashed all over newspapers and social media as the mysterious man in Khloe Monroe's life. He took a deep breath and said the words he needed to say, "Tonight was a game, Khloe. A game called Valentine Roulette. I'm sorry if you thought it was something more than that. Don't get me wrong. I had an amazing time, and I'll admit I hate to say goodbye too, but we each need to go our own way, baby. I don't have the kind of life you would fitinto."
His words hurt her. For once, the sadist in him hated to see the pain cross her face. He wanted to reach out and hold her to him and take back his harsh words, but he was too disciplined for that. He allowed himself one weakness. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a farewell kiss. He still felt the incredible electricity coursing between them. He luxuriated in sliding his tongue into her mouth, tasting the toothpaste she'd used minutes before as they'd cleaned uptogether.
In the end, Khloe was stronger than him. He felt her hands on his chest before she yanked back, pushing him away so hard he almost fellbackwards.
Christ, she was amazing. Not a stitch of makeup. Her hair still wet, hanging down the back of the oversized robe. Yet she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She reached up to touch her swollen lips as a tear spilled down her cheek. When he reached out to swipe it away, she flinched away fromhim.
She fought for control of her voice, quietly whispering, "Goodbye,Ryder."
Chapter 1
Fuck it wascold for April. Ryder pulled the wool collar of his coat up around his neck in an attempt to block out the frigid Moscow night. It didn't help that his ride was thirty minuteslate.
I hatewaiting.
The extra time spent milling about in the parking lot of the all-night sex club only jacked up his already frayed nerves. If he thought it would help relieve his stress, he'd head inside to warm up with a double shot followed by a hard ride on a nameless whore who wouldn't mind him banging out his frustrations on her already bruisedbody.
Unfortunately, the booze would dull his reactions and he needed to stay sharp if he had a hope of getting out of his next meeting alive. Ryder Helms was not an alarmist. He'd honed his nerves of steel in dozens of close calls over the years. The fact that he was nervous was a sign of how fucked up his current mission had turned. If it weren’t for the fact that he'd spent years building his badass reputation with the Volkov Bratva, he'd pull out of tonight's meeting. But when Viktor Volkov wants to do business, you show up to the meet or you have a hit on your head the nextday.
A drunk couple ambled out the side door of the club. They barely stayed on their feet as they slipped on the perpetual sheet of ice that might melt by June if the weather held. He allowed himself to be distracted by the perfect curves of the woman in the skin-tight dress. Her waist-length sandy-blonde hair was pulled up in a high ponytail and from the back, she reminded himof...
Fuck. Get the hell out of my head. I'm on thejob.
