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Was that giving away too much? It’s a habit I developed in the army. Kirill was the only superior I considered worthy of respect, and, therefore, answering his questions has become natural. But, usually, I’d think carefully to avoid revealing anything about my background.
Maybe it’s the heat or the fact that I can feel his presence behind my back, but something caused me to have a serious lapse in judgment just now.
Maybe he didn’t notice or he’s too busy enjoying the sauna—
“So youwerea rich young lady.”
The way he voices it means he’s suspected it all along. Shit.Shit.
“I…wasn’t.”
“Sure thing, Sasha. Let’s say a regular Russian speaks like nobility and has private tutors.”
“And do you know a lot of Russian nobility?” I try to sound casual, even though I’m freaking out. Was I not careful enough? I thought I got rid of my old mannerisms in the years prior to joining the army.
But then again, Kirill isn’t just anyone. He’s so observant, it’s scary.
“Yulia and her extended family are Russian nobility. Pretty sure you met her.”
“I…don’t act or speak like your mother.”
“No, but you used to and, no matter how much you try to camouflage it, the traits are still there. So why don’t you tell me your real last name?”
My body goes rigid and I think I’ll throw up from the nerves ripping through the bottom of my stomach. The first thing that comes to mind is running away, but that would be no different than giving Kirill the opening he’s been waiting for.
So I draw calming breaths and speak as confidently as possible. “You’re right, my family was wealthy, and we were doing well in business, but we went bankrupt around my sixteenth birthday and I had to join the army to survive.”
It’s only half a lie, but it’s believable enough that Kirill doesn’t probe.
The silence feels like a weight on my chest, though. Not only is it uncomfortable, but I can sense that Kirill is doing it on purpose to make me spill my deepest, darkest secrets.
“This is my first time in a place like this. How about you? Do you often come to the sauna?” I blurt.
“Hmm.” He sounds pensive, sleepy almost.
I glance back, only to find him leaning on both elbows, eyes closed, and legs nonchalantly parted, offering a glimpse of his cock through the opening of the towel.
And he’s…hard. Or getting there, at least.
This is one of those times when I should look away. One problem, though—I can’t bring myself to. In fact, my head tilts to the side so I can get a better view.
It doesn’t help that I’ve been on fire since the moment I walked in here. The view turns the air hotter, boiling even.
“Like what you see?”
The raspy quality of his voice catches me completely off guard, and I gulp, choking on my own breaths. “N-no.”
“You’re still ogling my cock, Sasha.”
I stare ahead, my cheeks feeling like they’re on fire. Damn it. Why did I have to be so obvious?
“You look uncomfortable.” His sinful voice carries in the air. “Are you perhaps hot and bothered?”
I hate how his voice is casual while I’m at the point of eruption. I hate how he can have this effect on me with the mere sound of his sinful voice.
There’s rustling behind me before he appears beside me like a demon slithering out of Hell. I go still, my breathing getting stuck at the back of my throat.
Something cold meets my overheated skin, and I carefully look to the side to find Kirill placing a glass of alcohol against my cheek.
