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Izzy is on my arm as a man escorts us to a more intimate gathering of men. There are other women in here as well, already servicing men. Izzy and I looked at each other as they led us to another room. The man says something in a language that sounds European. Russian maybe?
A man comes into the room. He has a scar across his face, but that doesn’t damage his perfect jawline and piercing green eyes. He looks at us both and takes Izzy’s hand. Leading her out of the room.
I stand still, a bit nervous about the men surrounding me. Watching me diligently. I noticed they had firearms, and I realized this might have been a mistake. I start to walk out of the room, but a voice stops me.
“Did I keep you waiting?” A crisp, deep voice echoes in my ear from behind me. “Everyone else, leave.” He orders sternly.
I am too afraid to turn around and see who this man could be. His voice sent chills down my body. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself. My breathing slowed to relax. He laughs and I can hear him sitting on the couch, but I don’t dare open my eyes. “I read your file. You have quite the rules. Never heard of an escort with such restrictive rules.”
“My rules are non-negotiable.” I sternly stated.
“What if I asked you to break one rule?” They always ask me that. Can I come inside you once? Can I fuck your pussy? Would you be comfortable with me tying you up? It never fails.
“The answer is no,” I adamantly object, but I’m curious. “What rule did you want to break?” I ask.
I finally opened my eyes. My heart clenches as I see the man from the restaurant. The one who picked up my lip balm. He is sitting with his long muscular arms spread across the leather sofa. His black button-down is unbuttoned. His shirt exposes the tattoos under it.
I wonder if he recognizes me through this mask. There’s no way he could.
“Let me kiss you. No sex. Just a kiss.” He answers.
Excuse me? A kiss. He doesn’t want to fuck me. He’s hired me as an escort, but he’s only asking for a kiss.
“I am already paying you two grand. I’m aware that breaking a rule is a challenge for you, so I’m offering you fifty thousand dollars to break a rule for me.” There is no smile found when he tells me this. His eyes are as serious as they were when I firstlooked intothem at the restaurant.
“Fifty grand? For a kiss? Making money is great, but that seems like a waste.” I give a timid laugh.
“I’ll decide whether that’s true.” He smirks.
Those piercing eyes are alluring but frightening. “One kiss?” I exhale cautiously.
He uncrosses his legs and sits more comfortably. “Unless you want another.” He holds out his hands to me. “Come.” He beckons.
When I am with a client, I am always in control of what is happening, but right now I feel like I am hypnotized into doing what he says. My body wants to do his bidding. I take his hands as he slowly guides me to his lap. I sit on his lap, facing him. Sitting on his lap, I still look up at him. He’s huge. He must be over six feet tall.
“Do we have a deal?” His voice was so crisp in sound as he whispers into my ear.
I acknowledge with a nod.
“Say it so I can hear it.” His voice was stern.
Exhaling, I say “Yes, we have a deal.”
The heat warms my cheeks for the first time in a long time. As I stared at his lips. He lifts my head with his pointer finger. “Look at me,” He orders, and I listen.
His eyes are closed and I’m assuming he wantsmeto kisshim. Why am I nervous? It’s just a kiss. Relax, Reyna. He smirks when he realizes how long I’m taking. I run my fingers through his soft raven hair, and he softly hums from my touch. Gently, I press my lips to his own. God, his lips were soft. He kisses me back with a roughness I was not ready for. His hands intertwined with each other. Sitting on the top of my ass. I want to see what those brutal hands would do to me.
My kiss continues, and I can’t help the fact that I’m trying to suppress a moan right now. He’s just kissing me, and I still feel like I’m being fucked. I can only imagine what it feels like to be fucked by this man. To be touched and handled by a man like this.
When we finally pull apart for air. I’m more than reluctant to pull away from him. He snickers, and I gulp, thinking I have done something wrong. “I knew you would taste like strawberries.” His eyes haven’t opened as he grins.
He knows it’s me.
“Reyna De Paz, my name is Kyro Novikov.”
Two Years Ago
Kyro
