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I pulled my drenched fingers out of her pussy and Katya’s head lolled. Her breath was erratic.
This was my cue to leave. Instead, I settled onto my stomach between her legs and slapped her pussy. Over and over I hit her pleasure spot, noticing how she enjoyed a little bit of pain. The things I wanted to do to her…
I pushed a pillow beneath her hips. Her lower body came up, offering her up to me perfectly. I was about to pull down my zipper when I looked into her eyes. Innocent, soulful eyes that didn’t know what kind of monster I really was.
I pulled away from her as if struck by lightning. I schooled my features and put on a stony face. As I walked to the door, I adjusted my shirt.
She was messing with my head. “This changes nothing.”
Her reply was soft. “I didn’t think it would.”
I couldn’t leave like this, as if I’d stepped on a kitten. So I told her the truth.
“Katya?” She looked up. “You will always have a place in this house. You’re the one who makes it a home.”
Too bad I didn’t deserve one. How could I, after I had failed to defend my last one.
27
KATYA
Months after my terrible date, things between Kristoff and me were still tense. We both pretended like he hadn’t given me the orgasm of my life.
So here I was, once again in the home gym, working out to let out some pent-up steam. Viking leaned against the wall behind me and Kristoff was pummeling a bag at the other end of the dojo.
Being so close to Kristoff but having to keep my distance from him was slowly killing me. Even worse was knowing that, one day soon, he was going to marry someone. Sokolov had all but hinted at it.
Whether it was his ex Svetlana or Sokolov’s niece didn’t matter. All that did was that neither woman would want me in the mansion. And who could blame them? If I had even the slightest claim on Kristoff,I’d gouge the eyes out of any woman fawning over him. What was a girl to do when her heart got broken over and over every single day? She needed to plaster a smile on her face and pretend everything was good, that’s what. I couldn’t bear the humiliation of another rejection. What’s more was that I couldn’t put my life on hold for a pipe dream that would never happen. I had to move on and make a life for myself. I needed to not be here when Kristoff’s bride strolled into my home. Speaking of unwanted brides, I had caught a rumor just the other day.
I turned sideways on the utility bench to face Viking. “Is it true about Baran?”
“Is what true?” Viking asked, feigning innocence.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I heard that he knocked up a girl in Istanbul and her father wants either a ring on his daughter’s finger or Baran’s head.” Baran was famous for the way he played women and the bets he placed upon the outcomes of those games. He was also the one guy in this house I could never win a bet against, which had cost me a fair amount of my allowance. He didn’t take any prisoners when it came to collecting what he was owed and didn’t fall for my ‘I’m merely a poor college student’ pout.
Viking grinned. “No idea what you’re talking about.”
I scoffed. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out that you’ve joined Angel’s pool?” Like me, Angel couldn’t wait to get one up on Baran, either.
“Crap.” He looked disgruntled. “You in on that too?”
“Yep.” I beamed, reminiscing about the first time someone had asked me to join a Bratva pool. It was then that I’d realized the guys finally saw me as one of them. I had put money on how long it would take for Yuri to wreck his brand-new Audi R8, which he got after watching Iron Man. He was a bit of a speed freak, after all. I’d missed out by only three days. To everyone’s great annoyance, Baran had won that bet, just as he won pretty much all bets.
Speaking of the Devil, the next moment Baran strode in. The way he carried himself in his custom-made slacks and leather biker jacket, made him appear as the ultimate bad boy without a care in the world.
I stopped doing squats when I noticed something off about him. Baran’s usual easygoing demeanor was missing. Perhaps there was truth to the shotgun wedding rumor that hung over his head after all. I felt for him. According to the gossip, the girl he’d knocked up was the daughter of a business associate. So this wasn’t just personal anymore, it had sprung into Bratva territory. I could only imagine how Kristoff would want to solve this.
Kristoff stopped punching the bag and eyed Baran. “This needs to stop.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Baran said, not even pretending he didn’t know what Kristoff was referring to. He walked up to the heavy bag which hung from the ceiling. “I’ll take care of it.”
Judging by Kristoff’s scowl, he wasn’t so sure about that.
“Your baby mama is interfering with our business. Her father has called upon a friend of a friend. Again.”
“I did not knock her up,” Baran said through clenched teeth. “There is no mother of my baby.”
My heart plummeted. “Oh. Are you sure?”
