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It’s not long until the end of the night. I hand over Igor the half that he demanded, forcing myself to ignore the way he insists on countingeverythingI made tonight, suspicious that it’s so little. I let his lecture about that go in one ear and out of the other, holding myself together by a thread until I can get back to the dressing room and change into the little black dress I brought with me, just in case Mikhail had shown up and asked me to do something after work. It’s nothing as fancy as what he’s sent me, just a thigh-length, tight black dress made of a silky materialwith a deep boned v-neckline and thin straps, but paired with the heels he gave me and the delicate earrings, I know I look good enough to show up on his doorstep.
I just hope Ruby is right.
Despite how much it hurts, I fork over the money for a cab. The penthouse is further from the club than I’m comfortable walking alone, let alone in heels. I lean my head back on the leather seat as the cab pulls into traffic, trying not to think about how much I’ve lost tonight.
There are no strange looks as I walk into the building. I know exactly what the concierge thinks I am as he sees me, a beautiful girl in a short dress in a place far beyond her means, and it sends a flush of shame through me to know that now he’s right. Once upon a time, I could have had the penthouse for myself. Now I’m going begging to the front door, and it bolsters my resolve to see this through with Mikhail, to do what I need to in order to get out of this city and somewhere that I can be free.
I want to be able to walk where I please, without eyes judging me, without wondering which ones are following me and might know who I am.
My heart is pounding in my ears as I step out of the elevator and walk up to Mikhail’s door. It occurs to me that he might not be home, that he’d said he was busy tonight–and then a worse thought, that he might be with another woman.
Fuck.I hadn’t considered that, that I might not be the only one whose company he’s paying for or even that he might have a girlfriend or a wife that might be here tonight.Fuck, fuck, fuck.Uncertainty fills me, and I start to turn around, but I think of tomorrow night and how much I owe Igor.
If there’s even a chance that Mikhail can help me with this, I have to try.
I knock on the door, firmly, and then again after a few seconds. I don’t hear anything at first, and my heart sinks, thinking he’s not home.What do I do? Do I just wait?
And then I hear footsteps.
A moment later, the door swings open, and Mikhail is standing there. He’s dressed more casually than I’ve ever seen him, in black joggers and a tight white t-shirt, and I feel a sharp flutter of desire at how handsome he looks. His hair is a little messy, his blue eyes widening with stunned surprise at the sight of me, and for a single moment, I forget that I’m here because I need something, everything I’d come here to say replaced with a wave of warm need.
And then his face hardens into anger, and I know I’ve made a mistake.
I should have trusted my gut over Ruby.
“What are you doing here?” he growls. “You showing up unexpectedly isn’t part of the arrangement.”
“I–” I hear my voice falter, all my confidence and resolve slipping away in the face of the anger shimmering in his eyes, hard as chips of ice. “I just–I needed to see you. Igor confronted me at the club tonight–”
The words rush out of me then, more frightened than I meant them to be, tumbling out one over another as I look up at Mikhail. “He threatened me, said whatever you paid him isn’t enough for the loss of my time at the club, that he needs to be cut in on whatever you pay me. He demanded that I give him sixtypercent of what you gave me so far since he had to coax it out of me and thirty from now on. He threatened to hurt me if I didn’t, to–”
The anger on Mikhail’s face grows steadily as I speak, and I have a moment’s wild hope that he’s furious with Igor, that his anger with me is replaced by what I’ve told him. His eyes narrow, and I look at him, feeling shaky and small.
“I didn’t tell you that you could show up here unannounced,” he growls, and my heart sinks all the way down to my toes.
“I’m sorry–if there’s someone else here–” I start to turn away, a panicked, hopeless feeling spreading through me.Ruby was wrong. I’ve made it all so much worse.
I feel his hand close around my upper arm, just a little too tightly, squeezing. He pulls me backward sharply, spinning me around, both of his hands on my upper arms now.
He looks down at me, his face hard and tense, his jaw clenched. “There’s no one else here. But that doesn’t matter. I gave you instructions, and you disobeyed them. You’ve been a bad girl, Ekaterina. And bad girls need to be punished.”
My mouth drops open, a bolt of fear piercing through me, but before I can say a word, he pulls me into the apartment, the door slamming shut behind me as he kicks it closed.
“This isn’t part of the agreement!” I know how foolish the words sound as soon as they come out of my mouth in a strangled, fearful yelp, but I can’t help it. I’ve never seen him this angry, never felt him touch me like this, so forcefully. He’d been forceful and demanding when I’d gone down on him, but it hadn’t been like this. I hadn’t felt this afraid, as if I might be in a situation with no way out. “I just thought you should knowabout Igor, that he’s cheating you too–I didn’t come here for this! This–whatever you’re about to do, you haven’t paid; this isn’t part of it–”
“Neither was you showing up on my doorstep without permission,” he snarls, his fingers pressing into my arms. He pulls me up against him, roughly. I can feel how hard he is, his cock grinding into me as he grins down at me coldly, seeing the recognition of what might be about to happen on my face. “Now I get to take somethingIwant, without asking first.”
I gasp, tensing to fight back, but he’s too quick. He lets go of one of my arms, his hand fisting in my hair as he drags my head back, his eyes raking down the front of me. “You dressed so nicely for me,devochka.It would be a shame to let it go to waste.”
He spins me around, as easily as if I were a doll. I felt like I was on our second “date,” pushing me roughly face-first against the door. His hand in my hair holds me pinned there, my face pressed against the wood as his other hand finds the hem of my dress, yanking it up over my ass to my waist, leaving me bare to him except for the lacy thong I’m wearing.
“What are you doing?” I gasp as his hand curls around the thong, and I cry out as he yanks, tearing the material away from me and flinging it onto the floor. I squeeze my thighs together, horrified at the bolt of arousal that rushes through me at the violence of his hands on me, the way he has me pinned to the wall as he strips me bare. “You can’t touch me like this! I didn’t agree–”
“And I didn’t agree to you showing up here and interrupting my night.” His hand tightens in my hair as his other slides up my hip and over my bare ass, exploring me as if he has all the time in the world. “So now I get to punish you. Those are the rules here,Ekaterina. I thought I was very clear when you called that I could not see you tonight.”
“You said you wouldn’t push this further than I wanted it–”
“Are you telling me you don’t want it?” His fingers slip lower, between my thighs, and I close my eyes with a shudder as he strokes the soft, bare folds of my pussy. “You’re not so wet that you’re leaking yet,sladkiy, but if I part this pretty pussy, I know what I’ll find. Are you going to admit it, or will you make me prove it?”
