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CHAPTERFIFTY-ONE
Vadik
I hate that. I hate that my resolve is not stronger. But I love that I’m here right now with this beautiful woman on the sofa in my office, who looks like she’s about to melt into my arms.
The goddamn irony of it all.
It’s been a long time since I’ve laid eyes on a woman who caught my fancy. I mean, I see women I want to fuck, and I often do, but they aren’t anyone I’d take out to dinner or see a second time. I can’t imagine trying to talk to them over a glass of wine, these women who pretty much look at me like a walking wallet, and who I pretty much look at as a way to empty my balls. We each get what we want, more or less, and go our separate ways.
Then there’s Charleigh. She has so much to offer, and yet she’ll be gone in a few days. I will never see her again. Do I know what will happen to her? To an extent, I do. Men, insatiable men who are ruled by their dicks, will spend ungodly amounts of money to take from her something no one else but they will ever have. It’s an obsession for some, deflowering a virgin, ruining her so no one else can have the part of her that they claim. That’s winning to them, and winning is everything. No matter the cost.
We know this about these men and exploit it to the fullest. We’re just fulfilling basic human needs, a solid business strategy that’s been successful for years and will continue to be. Strippers, gorgeous girls delivering drinks—and auctions—will get the club back on solid ground after Uncle Mikey’s damage.
My brothers have askedwhy. Why do I care so much about a business of ours, the club, which is not nearly as lucrative as our liquor stores, gambling rooms, and security services, not to mention the international ‘cargo’ we move? The club takes time out of our days and nights, requires us to deal with no end of assholes, and then there is Dominika, who’s difficult on her best day.
I have my reasons, and I am far more committed to them than Kir or Niko. First, this club was Papa’s pride and joy. It’s where he mixed with his friends, and where he negotiated business. Established himself in America, which brought him no end of happiness. It’s not easy to leave your home country, even when there’s a price on your head, as there was on his. With one foot in the old world and one in the new, he missed Russia terribly, but seldom looked back when he had so much to look forward to.
The second, and perhaps most important reason I am keeping the club alive, is that I will seek revenge against Dimitri for the murder of my parents. At some point he’ll trip up, and by keeping him close at hand here at the club, we’ll be front and center when he does. The man is not smart, so it’s just a matter of time. He’ll step right into the trap we’ve set and the only way he’ll get out is by chewing off his leg. Something I can’t wait to witness.
Charleigh will soon be gone from our property, our lives, and our lustful imaginations. She stirs something in me, but is not meant to be mine. Or my brothers’. She is here to serve another purpose. Where she ends up, I will likely never know. It’s not my job to follow her. I’ll be on to the next auction girl in no time, and this one will be a distant memory.
Or will she?
I need to get my ass back behind my desk instead of feeding Charleigh scotch. I need to do some work, starting with the crisisdu jour—the missing gun shipment. I need to stay away from this woman who, as much as I might like her to, will never have the chance to heal my scars. She won’t be around long enough, and who knows if she would even want to get involved in my darkness, anyway.
If she’s smart, she won’t.
But instead of being the wise, older brother to Kir and Niko and walking away from Charleigh like I told them to, I slowly pull her closer, closer until I can brush my lips over hers, back and forth, teasing and igniting the passion I suspect lives right under the surface of her respectability.
Other men want to ruin her. I want to cultivate her, like a garden exploding into a symphony of color and fragrance until it takes your breath away. You know you’ve lived nirvana, tasted the best life has to offer, and it no longer matters what happens after. You’ve been on top of the world. There’s nowhere else to go.
And that’s okay.
Such an indulgence is not meant to be, though, especially not for me. I carry too much ugliness, and there are too many fractures in my character that no amount of Charleigh can redeem. If I could clone her a hundred times, it would not be enough.
And that’s why she must go.
Until she does, however, I will make her feel like the princess she is. I suspect she’s not been treated like one many times in her life, if ever, and after she leaves our property, she probably won’t be, either.
I know I can’t fuck her, that would be entirely too greedy and counterproductive, but there are other pleasures I can bring her.
And many she can bring me.
“Such a beautiful girl.” I trail my kisses down her neck and into the cleavage created by her tight bustier.
I move down between her legs and, parting them, push up her short skirt, pressing my face into the crotch of her panties to take a long inhale of her sweet aroma. This is mine, all mine, at least for the moment. I slide the thin fabric covering her pussy to the side, and out pops her little pink clit, greedily demanding attention, and even more so when she shifts and pushes her hips into my face.
Message received.
I slide my hands under her bum, grabbing her panties and pulling them down until they rest around one ankle. I push her wide open again and swipe a finger up her wet slit. She gasps and shivers, and my dick is so hard it hurts inside my trousers.
Fucking hot.
“Baby,” I whisper. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
Her head pops up off the sofa and her eyes widen, studying me as if she’s not sure whether I’m serious. When she doesn’t move, I take her hand and place it between her legs, leaving it there to see what she does.
