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Maxim laughs as if it were the funniest thing he has ever heard. “Alina might have the tightest pussy in the world and a body to rival a porn star’s, but she is not so smart.”

“It could all be an act—”

Maxim cuts him off, his voice as sharp as a knife. “Do you think I’m stupid, Fyodor?”

“No, Pakhan, of course not.”

“Do you think I spill my secrets at night while my cum drips from her cunt?” he hisses.

“I—”

“Or maybe you think because she has a mouth made for sin, I let her lead me around by my balls?”

“No, sir. I—”

“I think you should stop talking, Fyodor, before I cut out your tongue and feed it to you. Alina is good for two things—fucking and sucking.”

This time, the guy doesn’t say anything, but Maxim is already worked up.

“Who I fuck and when is none of your business. I could bend her over this table and fuck her until her legs gave way and order you to watch, and there isn’t a fucking thing you could do about it. Alina is no more a traitor than I am a saint, but if for some crazy reason I am wrong, then I will deal with her myself.”

“Yes, Pakhan,” he answers in a much more subdued voice than before.

“Go and find out where the fuck my missing shipment is,” he snarls.

I hear the guy’s chair scrape back as he stands, so I wait until I hear the door open and close again before cracking open my eyes.

“We’re alone,” he says, looking down at me. He lowers his head until his lips hover over mine. “But I can’t promise there are no cameras or listening devices, so keep up the act until we leave.”

I blink once, twice, to let him know I hear him loud and clear, just as he presses his lips to mine. I keep my lips closed as I kiss him back, trying to keep myself emotionally detached from the whole thing, but it’s impossible. Maxim forces his tongue into my mouth, leaving me no choice but to take everything he throws at me. By the time he pulls away, I’m a sweaty mess.

“Fuck, I wish I could just slide my fingers into your wet heat and lick them clean. I bet you taste fucking delicious.”

I whimper, remembering at the last second that I’m not supposed to be able to talk. With a sigh, he presses his forehead against mine for a second before he stands up with me in his arms and places me gently on my feet. He bends his arm and indicates for me to take it, much like he did when we entered, but things have changed.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he grumbles, leading me out.

People look at me as we enter, but the crowd has thinned out slightly. Noticeably, the women are absent. Or should I say, the original women are absent. A girl about ten years younger than me, dressed in only a black bikini top and a pair of booty shorts, grinds on top of one of the men old enough to be her grandfather. I bet his dick is pushing against the expensive material she is gyrating back and forth on.

I avert my eyes as I casually scan the room, taking in the players and their reactions. I see three men talking animatedly to each other in the far corner, near a table of canapés. I nudge Maxim and point to the table. He frowns but nods as another man walks over to us and begins a conversation with him about fuel, ignoring my presence completely.

Damn, I’m so over this whole night. I walk to the table, putting some extra sway in my hips, and catch the eye of one of the three men. He sees me approach and stops talking as I pass him and stand next to the table, scanning the food.

“English.” He drops his voice, but I doubt it’s for my benefit if he assumes I can’t understand it.

I don’t react as I reach over and pick up what looks like some kind of bruschetta, and I listen to what they say.

“Nine o’clock at the tower. He says he has a man ready to make the deal, but if he fails and it gets back to Maxim, he will deny everything he knows.”

“Of course he did. Asshole,” one of the other men spits.

“Enough. The sooner this is over, the better. If I have to look at that smug bastard’s face again...” his voice trails off as I feel eyes on me.

I swallow the bruschetta and reach for a chocolate-dipped strawberry, taking a bite out of it.

“Hmm...I will have fun fucking his whore. I bet she takes it in every hole.”

“Even if she doesn’t for him, she will for us. No whore tells me no.”

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