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My cock throbs, and my head spins with desire. There might be something to this place after all, but I don’t know that I want to be on the receiving end of it.
For the briefest of moments, as I look down at her mouth and ache to take the kiss I’ve been thinking about, as I hold her there pinned to the wall, I feel her arch towards me. I feel her soften, feel that ripple of desire that goes through her again—and then I feel her stiffen, her gaze hardening as she looks up at me.
“You paid for a domme tonight, Finn,” she says evenly, holding herself very still in my grasp. “If you wanted a submissive, then you should have talked to Mari about that when you checked in. You’ll need to let go of me.”
The way she says it all is so clinical, so professional, that it dampens my desire instantly. I let go of her—I would have anyway; I’m not in the habit of making women do anything they don’t want to do—and step back, taking a slow, deep breath.
“I didn’t come here for this tonight, anyway,” I say carefully. “I came here to make you an offer, Asha.”
She smirks, her arms crossing beneath her breasts again, but I can still see the quick movement of her chest as she tries to catch her breath. She can say whatever she likes—but what I just did turned her on. I know that for certain. “An offer I can’t refuse?” she asks archly, and I laugh shortly, shaking my head.
“You can refuse if you like,” I tell her. “But I’m hoping you don’t.”
Asha swallows hard, her gaze fixed on mine. “Let’s hear it then,” she says calmly, and I take another step back, needing a little more distance between us.
“You said earlier that Nikolai wasn’t setting you up to be a spy, when it came to Matvei. But that’s exactly what I’m here to ask you to do, both for the Kings and for Nikolai.”
She flinches. She does her best to hide it, but I don’t miss the tremor that goes through her. “Matvei isn’t welcome here any longer,” she says flatly, and I have a moment’s hesitation. If he was kicked out of the club, then do I really want to put her in that position again? In that kind of danger?
She’s capable. Even Nikolai felt that she was. And he’ll want her again.The professional part of me, the part that came up with this scheme in the first place, can see the possibilities. If Matvei was forced out of the club, having Asha on his own terms will be even more tempting.
And I’ll be there to protect her.
“You’d see him outside of the club. A private arrangement. I’d go with you as backup to keep you safe. A bodyguard. All good escorts should have one, right?”
“Most don’t.” Asha presses her lips together. “Which is why I’m grateful that I work here, within the safety of these walls.” She pauses, then shakes her head. “No. If Nikolai really wanted me to do this, he could come ask me himself, but I would still say no. Matvei is a violent and cruel man. There’s nothing that could get me to spend another evening with him.” She lets out a slow breath, her arms tightening around herself. “Not many men scare me, Finn. But he did.”
There’s a vulnerability in her voice that cuts me straight to the core, undermining all the certainty I had about this plan. But I’ve come this far—and I’ve invested this much. I feel sure that if she could be convinced, the plan would work.
This is her job,I remind myself.Now do yours.
“I haven’t told you how much I’m offering to pay.”
Asha hesitates. “Fine,” she says, a little snappishly. “How much?”
When I name the figure, I see her eyes widen, just a fraction. She’s doing her best to not let her emotions show on her face, but she’s not the only one capable of reading others, even if I have a harder time with her than most.
I can see the moment she reconsiders—and I find myself desperately hoping that she will say yes.
Not only for the job—but because I don’t want this to be the last night I see her.
Asha
Ican’t believe I’m even considering this.
It’s him getting into your head. It has to be. This man seems capable of twisting me up in ways that no one else ever has—or at least not in a very, very long time. I can’t decide if I want to throw him out of the room or let him throw me onto the nearest surface and do whatever he pleases with me.
It’s the latter that scares me.
I still feel as if I’m vibrating from the touch of his hands on me, the way he’d so smoothly flipped us around, pinning me to the wall with just enough force that I knew that if he wanted, he could have had anything from me—even though he didn’t take it.
He didn’t even take the kiss that I could see he so desperately wanted.
The entire situation would be laughable if it didn’t have me so confused—and in a way, it still is. This man came here looking to ask me about Matvei, and stumbled into being dominated by a woman for the first time in his life. All of his confusion last night makes perfect sense—and it both turns me on a little and makes me feel a hint of regret, knowing that was his first experience with it.
If I’d known, I could have made it better for him, more enticing. I hadn’t really known what to do with his behavior, if he was there making a joke of me, or if he’d been playing games. But now I know that he simply hadn’t known what was going on.
He’s clearly used to being the dominant one. He’d gone from being thrown off-guard by my attitude to smooth, sure confidence in one moment of switching the dynamic, which doesn’t surprise me. Whatdidsurprise me was my reaction to it.
