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You should have been focused on getting information out of her, not on how caught up you were in seeing her fucking pussy.You should have used that time wisely. It’s going to fucking cost you to see her again.
I bite back a groan at the thought of seeing her again, watching her dance. My hand slides up and down my aching shaft, my hips shuddering forward as I remember the slick pink flesh, how sweet she smelled, the sounds of her moans–
A waste of money, a waste of time, if this isn’t going anywhere–
“Fuck–” I curse under my breath, my other hand gripping the back of the toilet as I jerk my cock harder.I’m creating a relationship with her. Getting her to trust me. To believe that there’s nothing suspicious about me, that I’m infatuated with her, that that’s the only reason I keep coming back.
Not hard to believe at this point.
I have to build trust. I have to make her trust me. Then she’ll be in the palm of my hand, and I can do anything I fucking want to her.
My cock throbs in my fist at the thought, at the idea of Natalia at my mercy. Except–
What if she’s not Natalia?
The disappointment and the resistance that I feel at that thought tells me all I need to know about how close this is coming to an obsession that’s going off the rails. My hand clenches around my cock, feeling it swell with another oncoming climax.
What if she is? What if she’s right here, at the tips of your fingers? Right here for you to convince her that you’re harmless…until it’s too late for her?
I bite back a snarl of pleasure as my cock erupts, the sensation spreading through me in a hot wave as my toes curl and my hands clench, my cock spurting at the thought of her for the second time in mere minutes. I come hard, as if I haven’t come in weeks, the thought of her bound and at my mercy driving me wild with need.
I’m losing control.I tuck my finally-deflating cock back into my pants, unclenching my jaw.I’m letting her consume me, not thinking about this rationally.
The idea that the woman who just danced for me so sensually, who straddled my lap and came atop me, inches from me, who so lewdly moaned and writhed and soaked me in her release–the idea thatsheis Natalia Obelensky, a Bratva princess and former prima ballerina, is ludicrous on the surface. It’s ridiculous.
She wouldn’t be in a place like this, negotiating her body for a price that she would have scoffed at before. I was right in my first instinct when Yuri showed me the picture. Surely. It’s not her.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so frustrated in my entire fucking life. Common sense says it’s not her, that she’d never stoop so low, that she likely didn’t even come back to Moscow. But even as I think it, I waver.
If shehadcome back, it’s true that she would be in hiding.She has no access to her money or connections, so she would need a way to earn a living that would stay under the radar. She’d believe that no one would look for her here, for exactly the reasons that you’re unsure that it is her.
She doesn’t belong here. You know that’s true.
I’ve been in seedy strip clubs before, plenty of them. I’ve never seen anyone with the grace and poise that this woman who’s styled herselfAthenahas. She sticks out, even as she’s so clearly trying to blend in–as she’s trying tohide.
It could be her. But you have to be sure. You have to get closer–but you also have to keep control.
I wash my hands, rub them over my face, and look at my reflection in the mirror. I’m not so blind as to lie to myself about why I’m still here. Natalia or not, this woman has captivated me in a way that I know is dangerous. I know, too, that I’m enjoying the game of finding out. I haven’t had something like this to capture my interest in far too long. And if itisher—
If she is Natalia, then the game will only make it better in the end. If she is the woman I seek, and I can gain her trust, makeherwant me–
My revenge will be all the sweeter in the end.
Natalia
“You’re coming tonight, right?”
I glance over at Ruby as I hook my bra, letting out a sigh. “You’re not going to let me off the hook, are you? Even though we don’t get out of here untiltwo in the morning?”
“Not a chance,” Ruby says with a smirk. “Besides, neither of us is scheduled to work tomorrow. You can sleep all day and night if you want. Youpromisedyou’d come to the party. You’ve never even seen my place.”
“I was going to pick up a shift tomorrow. Crystal is sick–”
“That’s on you,” Ruby says primly. “If you want to dance tomorrow, dance. But youcan’tmiss the party. It’s going to be a rager.”
That’s what I’m afraid of.The last thing I feel like doing tonight is going to a house party full of all the other girls from the club. I don’t have the energy to mingle or remember my lies about who I am and why I ended up here or listen to others talk. Ican’tget drunk, lest I slip up and say something that would give awayone of the many, many secrets that I have now. Partying after a Saturday night shift is the last thing I want to do.
Especially when it’s been two days since Mikhail bought that time with me in the champagne room, and I’m once again itchy and on edge, wondering what’s going on and pissed off at myself for caring.It’s just because he spent so much money,I tell myself.It sucks if that was a one-off thing. If he got what he wanted and now he won’t come back.
