Page 48 of Assassin's Heart


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“Very forward. I like that in a woman.”

“And I like taking men’s minds off what ails them.” She blinks long black lashes at me, and I quickly pick up on the fact that she has no intention of doing this for free.

Even better.I have no qualms about paying for company, if it’s willing and eager company. In fact, I often prefer it. There’s no worries about an exchange of feelings, no concern that either party isn’t getting what they need. I’ll have an orgasm—and give my partner a few—and she’ll be handsomely paid.

Everyone wins.

“In that case, let me buy you a drink, and we can negotiate our evening together.” I wink at her, and she smiles seductively at me.

Even as I wave the bartender down, though, I feel an uneasy sensation in my stomach, Lidiya coming to mind when I’d prefer her not to. I don’t want to think about the way she tasted, the way she felt under my hands, her lovely body or the feeling of her mouth—

There you go again.

I order the drinks, turning back to the woman and seeing that the hem of her gold dress has worked its way up her thighs a bit. I can’t help but wonder if she’s wearing anything underneath it.

“What sort of evening do you enjoy?” I ask her as I pass the martini, and her eyelashes flutter.

“Whatever the gentleman prefers, as long as he’s up to it.”

I’ll do anything you want—for a price.

Luckily for her, I have a massive bank accountandcock, and both are sorely in need of draining.

I don’t spend my money carelessly, and these are the times when it comes in handy.

“Mine or yours? I have a five-star room, but if you’d prefer your own accommodations.”

“Mine is more comfortable,” she says, taking a delicate sip of the martini. “And—well-stocked.” She winks at me, and I feel my cock twitch at the myriad of possibilities that might entail. “Besides, it’s just next door.”

“Well, then.” I pay for our drinks and stand, holding out my hand to her. “Lead the way?”

“A gentleman who gets right to the point, I see. I hope you aren’talwayslike that.”

I move closer to her, feeling the round shape of her ass against my hips as I splay my fingers over them. “Don’t worry,” I murmur against her ear, letting my breath warm the shell of it. “I’m very thorough inallthings. And I’m no gentleman.”

“I like the sound of that.” She shrugs on a heavy, fur-lined black coat, and takes my hand as we walk out into the Moscow cold.

I have no intention of letting this go the way it did with Elizabeth, and turning into another night where all I can think about is a woman I have no business wanting. I focus on anything I can to take my mind off of what Lidiya must be doing just this minute. The brush of her gloved hand against mine, the crunch of dirty city snow beneath my boots, the weight in the air promising more of it. The sounds of traffic, the streetlights shining off of my lovely companion’s face, the promise of pleasure ahead.

Her hotel is only a block away as promised, not quite as luxurious as where I’m staying, but still one of the nicest in the city.She must do well for herself,I think as we walk to the French-styled elevator, and it’s hardly a surprise. She’s beautiful and seductive in a city full of rich men who want pleasure rather than love.

Her room is soft and prettily decorated in pastels and golds, the overall color scheme of the hotel, from what I can tell. “Give me a moment while I slip into something more comfortable,” she says with a wink. “What do you think about a bubble bath and wine, to start our evening?”

“That sounds delightful.” My tense muscles agree—I’ve been on the verge of exploding with stress and arousal for days, and even two orgasms with Lidiya and more by my own hand hasn’t been enough to unwind me. I doubt this will either, but it’ll be a start, at least.

“And for the rest?” Her hand lingers above her breast. “Would you like the full experience?”

I nod.

“You can refer to the card there, to choose what you would like.”

The hallmark of a luxury escort, in my experience, is the lack of haggling. A discreet menu will tell me the prices, and she will then follow my lead, knowing that when it’s over I’ll leave an amount well over what she charges. A woman of this class never takes clients that she believes will break that understanding, and it makes it a better experience for everyone.

We can enjoy each other without worry, hesitation, or stopping to re-negotiate, and then go our own ways entirely satisfied.

I set the menu down, slipping my slim billfold out to leave the cash tucked inside the wooden box on her nightstand for that purpose, the scent of rose and lemon wafting out of it as I open it. I want the full experience, as I’d said—access to every part of her body, nothing held back, the entire night for my pleasure and everything I could possibly need to exorcise my need for Lidiya.

“Levin?” I’d forgotten when we’d exchanged names, exactly, but I remember now that hers was Ayva—or at least that was the name she gave me. I glance over to see her standing in the doorway of the bathroom, steam already wreathing the room beyond her. She’s wearing an ice blue silk robe—floor length, but with lace panels in the sides and sleeves to show glimpses of her skin as she moves, parting up to the cusp of her thighs as she steps out of the doorway, reaching for me.

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