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“I can look after myself,” I remind them as I take two steps over to my bag and pull out a gun. I casually cross my arms and arch an eyebrow. “Don’t become target practice.”
They nod and leave, giving River an inquisitive once-over.
“You seem to seriously misunderstand your invitation here,” I say, frustrated with that still eager thrumming at my core. I’m unsatisfied. Still thirsty. And left only with this man, who’s the bane of my existence.
“Thirty million is what I will give you.”
“Thirty million?” I scoff. “You think I don’t make that in a night? That your money is sufficient enough to what, have a stake in my business?”
“No, you didn’t let me finish.” He stretches his neck from side to side, and I hear it crack. It gives me satisfaction to know that my clipped responses infuriate him just as much as he does me. “Thirty million for you to lift your dress and let me taste you.”
I stare at him. He’s dead serious. I then glance at the gun in my hand. Decisions. Decisions.
“Will you leave me alone after that?” I ask.
“I don’t think you want me to leave you alone, Anya Ivanov. I think you want me to pull your hair and force you into a submission you’ve never known.”
I cackle, the laughter foreign. Submission? Me?
He’s deadly serious.
Looking down at my heels, I smile as I step closer to him, holding the gun behind me to look as innocent as possible. Although River thinks he’s in control, I have the power. And it’s intoxicating to know I have any hold over this man.
“You think my pussy is only worth thirty million?” I scoff.
He eyes me, and I see the dangerous man lying in wait for the first time. I see the calculations that run behind those lucent eyes.
And despite my better judgment, I want to see what pushes him over the edge. What is the undoing for this peculiar man?
River Bently is dangerous, and most people fear him.
But he’s never met someone like me before. I’m sure he has never paid that amount for a woman, and he probably never will again.
Business aside, I have to beat this man.
To obey and serve.
For some reason, I want to break River Bently.
CHAPTER 7
River
Sex on a motherfucking stick. That’s what she is, and she knows what she wants. How that makes my cock rock hard, I will never fucking know. I’m a victim of my own desire and I want a taste of her. And unlike other men, I have the means to get anything I want. Even if it costs a fortune.
I didn’t intend to walk in on her, but when I heard her moan, my curiosity got the best of me. And I’m glad I did.
“Thirty million,” I say. Fuck, I’d almost give her my life savings at this point.
Shit, I’m not thinking right. It’s my cock talking, but the moment I saw Anya with her men, it unfurled a very primal need to dominate and claim her. I came here for business, and this is anything but.
No, I just want to taste.
I can focus on the business at hand after.
“Tell me, River.” Her velvety smooth demeanor is beautiful in the way that she owns the room. And what makes her so cunning is that she knows she has this power. She owns it.
“So you do know my name?” I smile at her. She flutters her lashes at me in confusion and then realizes she just slipped up. But it doesn’t rattle her in the slightest. Our little warfare game is happening, and I can’t help but be almost charmed by her audacity.
