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Which will only happen if he wants to fuck me.
And right now it doesn’t look like this broken dragon is breathing that kind of fire.
Or any kind of fire at all.
So I swallow thickly and force a smile as the sickening realization of what I have to do oozes through me like poison.
“Yes,” I manage to say through my plastic smile. “I . . . I have returned to you, Kazi. I . . . I do . . . um . . . love you.”
The two bodyguards mutter to each other in Russian. One of them speaks gruffly to Kazi. They’re obviously suspicious, clearly don’t believe a word I’m saying. They know Kazi is drunk and broken, his initial rage overtaken by the crushing grief of losing his mother, probably the only woman who ever actually loved this monster.
Which means I need to provoke this dragon into breathing fire again.
Any kind of fire.
Kazi takes another long drink, then burps and frowns as his goon speaks sharply to him again in Russian.
“They say you are lying,” Kazi mumbles to me, pointing the bottle in my direction, closing one eye and raising the other eyebrow. “They say your biker boyfriend killed my dear mother while rescuing your friend from my whorehouse. They say you must have convinced the biker to rescue your friend, that you cannot possibly love Kazi, that you come to trick Kazi, maybe even to kill Kazi.”
My head spins as my prepared story falls apart in my mind. Honestly, I don’t even remember what bullshit I was expecting to feed this monster. I guess I was sort of expecting to see that lustful beast who didn’t give a shit about a story because his cock wanted my pussy so badly.
It suddenly seems so ridiculous that I almost lose my composure, almost collapse in a quivering mess. But my man is relying on me, and suddenly it hits me that if these guards don’t leave the room in about two minutes, Brock is going to bust in here guns blazing and will almost surely get shot by these already-suspicious and wary bodyguards.
Which means I need to think quick, act even quicker, ignite this dragon’s lust for either sex or violence.
Or maybe both.
“Your bodyguards are half-right,” I say now as the words spill out of me like they did before, when I managed to convince Brock to go with this plan. “I did convince Brock to rescue my friend. But he didn’t kill your mother.” I swallow the fear that rises like bile in my throat. “I did.”
Kazi cocks his head and frowns, one eye still closed. “You . . . you killed my mama!?”
The guards take a step towards me from behind, but I stand my ground and push ahead, trusting whatever instinct has gotten me talking.
“Yes,” I say softly, keeping my gaze fixed on his dark eyes, watching for a flicker of fire. “She was a wicked bitch who deserved to die a slow and horrible death. Unfortunately, she died too quick for my liking, but I do think she suffered, I do think it hurt. Really fucking hurt.”
I flash a wicked smile, feeling that dark exhilaration rush through me like a drug, that sense of devil-may-care madness taking over, like maybe the craziness of the past few days has truly ripped a hole in my sanity, pushing me over the edge to where I see clearly how sex and violence work together in twisted ways, that murdering Mother Kazi was arousing in some dark way, that I suddenly understand this underworld because I’m now a part of it.
Kazi stands now, glugging down the rest of the vodka then smashing the heavy glass bottle on a table. He holds up the jagged neck of the broken bottle, his eyes burning with rage as he advances on me.
Now fear rips through my confidence when I realize the bodyguards are still there, that it’s all falling apart, that Kazi’s dial has been turned all the way to violence, that I need to flip it to sex in a hurry or else I’m dead and Brock will be dead too when he storms in and gets shot full of bullet-holes.
And suddenly I know what I need to do.
So I slide my thumbs into the waistband of my tights, roll the black Spandex down past my hips, then straighten up and stand there to face the dragon’s onslaught, my only weapon the one I was born with, my oh-so-valuable pussy that started this whole thing and will now finish it.
Kazi stops like he hit a brick wall.
His one closed eye now flicks wide open.
His mouth hangs agape.
He stares at my proudly exposed pussy, his lips trembling as he mutters something in Russian, his trousers tenting ferociously at the front like his cock doesn’t care that mommy just died, his balls don’t give a damn about trickery and treachery, his need wants only one outlet now.
It wants my inlet.
“Oh, fuck, that pussy is mine,” growls the hoarding heaving huffing puffing dragon. He licks his lips, gestures with his head towards his guards, his gaze never leaving my winking slit. “Wait outside, you two. Kazi will not take long. I fuck her then kill her. Wait outside.”
The two guards mutter something, but Kazi barks at them and they finally leave.
