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Her head floated closer. “Cheryl. But my friends call me Cherie. You can call me that too. Or anythingyou want.”
It made sense now.Fucking cherry blossom.
I ignored the blatant suggestion to nickname her. Brand her. Acknowledge her as my favorite. Fucking hell, no.
“You said you've heard a lot about me.”
She tittered; her head bobbing up and down. “Uh-huh.”
I bent my head to the side, studying her. “Tell me. The things you’ve heard.”
Her eyes twinkled. She enjoyed the predator and prey game. Slow and steady, aim and pounce. “I’ve heard you are one of the most dangerous men in this area.”
“Hmm.”
She fixed a finger in her mouth and bit down, eyes looking overhead as she pretended to think. “Ah, yes. Another thing, you’ve got quite the temper.”
My lips twitched.
Her lips parted and rose to my ear. “One more thing you should know: I like dangerous men,” she whispered. “They fuck better.”
I gripped her neck, and her gasp filled the tiny gap between us; at first from fear, and later something wicked glimmered through the black flecks in her eyes. With my eyes on her face, I bit down on her neck, making sure not to kiss or flick my tongue.
My teeth grazed her soft pale skin. Hard.
She moaned. The sound traveled through my hair and her warm breath fanned my forehead. She tilted her head backward, giving me more access.
I shut my eyes and tightened my grip. She gurgled but didn’t resist. I skimmed my free arm down her arm and cupped her left breast through the thin lacy fabric. It was warm, small, and didn’t fit right in my palm. She even tasted like cherries, and my body heated up, responding to her.
But something felt off. Detached.
Her neck twisted in my hand, and she dipped her head, jerking forward ... aiming for my mouth, and at the same time, her fingers between my thighs drifted further up and inched closer to my cock.
I narrowed my eyes, feeling anger rise to the brim, and snatched her wrist. I gritted my teeth and glared at her quivering lips. “Don’t.”
“But—”
“You only do what I fucking tell you to do, understand?”
She nodded once and I released her hand. She wiped a thumb across her lip and shrugged. More lights flashed on her face and reflected through her eyes. “I can make you feel good if you let me.”
The strum of fast hip-hop beats settled in the silence between us, and my head cocked to the side with only one reoccurring thought fleeting through my mind—shallow. I looked past her, onto the busy dance floor, and into the other VIP section on the other side of the room. Girls, just like Cherie, were sitting next to the guests or straddling them. One was on her knees giving a blowjob.
They’d probably said the same thing:I can make you feel good if you let me.
One glance at her, and I could predict her sexual history. Body counts are too numerous to keep track of. I rolled my eyes, now bored, and wrapped a fistful of her silky hair around my hand. There was nothing special or different aboutthis one.She was just like the rest of them. All fake, inside, and out. But if she was good enough for a fuck, then so be it.
My eyes fell to her lips, and I kissed her. It was rough, hard, and driven by the need to fuck and release. Her hands rose to my tie.
“Only what I tell you to do,” I growled against her mouth and her hands fell to her side. She had to know her place. Had to know I was fucking in charge. I yanked her head backward and pulled her bottom lip. Her chest rose and fell, and scratchy noises escaped her throat. My tongue slid into her mouth and a groan slipped through, muffling between our mouths.
“Boss.”
I pulled away angrily. Cherie still shivered beside me. Her head fell to my neck and a leg crossed over my thigh. She buried her face between the crook of my shoulder and sucked the skin above the collar of my dress shirt.
I didn’t want her on me and listening to the man in front of me was more important than giving the little slut any more attention. I raised a brow, urging him on, and his eyes rose from the girl’s barely covered ass to my face. He clasped his hands on his belt and the frown lines on his forehead deepened.
Seconds ticked by and I slid my fingers through my hair. I growled and hit a clenched fist on the armrest.“Jesus!Speak, Pavel. I don’t have the fucking patience for suspense. What is the problem now?”
