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Chapter 1 - Alexei
She smelled like cherry blossoms and whiskey.
Everything exotic, tempting, sweet, and strong.
It was all but a fucking façade.
Her type waltzed around the club, each of them with the same scent, as bait, to reel in their next catch.
Beneath the surface of the giggles, big-doe eyes, and sultry whispers laid something vile. Pretense and greed.
It was the same with all of them, over and over again, like a broken record. They wrapped you around their little finger and squeezed you exactly where they wanted. Then they pounce on you. Take your money and your valuables because that’s the only thing you’re good for.
It sickened me.Fucking whores.
I stretched my arms over the back of the gray camel-back sofa and spread my legs. Her chestnut hair tickled my chin, and her delicate lips brushed my neck. Her soft, petite body nestled between the armrest and my arm, and her tits—hot and firm—pushed through the thin fabric of her black lingerie and brushed the skin beneath the sleeves of my shirt.
A growl rumbled at the back of my throat.
They were all the same, but this one though...
She raised her head and nipped my jaw.
Smoky eyes, dark medium-length hair, high freckled cheekbones, and full, pink-coated lips. She wasfuckinggorgeous.
If she caught my attention... that said enough.
The corner of her lips crooked halfway up when she noticed my gaze hot on her. Her pink tongue darted out of her mouth and swiped over her bottom lip. She batted her thick, long lashes and flicked her wet tongue under my earlobe.
“You smell nice. I bet you’d taste even better.” Her murmur was raspy, thick, filled with lust. Her fingers, sogentle,settled between my thighs and drew invisible circles. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Mr. Petrov. You have quite areputation.”
I lifted my chin and watched her. I found her interesting.
“No one calls me Mr. Petrov.”
It was the first time I’d spoken that night. First thing I’d said. She shuddered, blinked, and caught her lip between her teeth. Then, her confidence resurfaced.
“Then, what do they call you?”
She clipped a button on my shirt between her long fingernails. I sank deeper into the seat. “Depends on my mood. Some call me their worst nightmare. Others say I'm a monster.”
“Hmm,” her smile looked ethereal under the flash of bright blue lights. “I think I like the sound of the last one better.”
Her eyes, dark as night and clear as glass windows, flickered to my lips; her gaze superheated and needy. Her desire was loud, though unspoken. A ghostly smirk passed my mouth, and I leaned forward. The sight of her eyes inviting me and the sound of her breath catching in her throat was amusing.
White strobe and colored party laser lights danced with the rhythm of a distorted high-pitched, high-speed remix of Dua Lipa’sLevitating,bounced off the walls of Axel’s strip club, and flashed on her skin.
Axel was an ally. A planted spy in the government, with ears and eyes on every fucking thing. Nothing slipped past him. Still, I didn't trust him. But he did business well and had the most beautiful whores in his club.
As a distinguished guest, I got the best recommendations. I lifted an eyebrow.
According to him, this one was one of the best.
He'd walked up to me, in a black vest, pants, and his dreadlocks packed halfway up on his head, then gentlyshoved her forward and said, “Just your type, Alexei. But she’s exceptional... different from the rest, will ease up your pent-up stress, and make the night a memorable one.”
I doubted it, having not been able to touch a woman for about a month now, but I was willing to try her and see howdifferentshe really was.
“And you?” I took a sip of whiskey from my glass. The liquid burned, sliding down my throat. “What's your name?”
