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Katja looked incensed, even through her tears, but that was probably because I was being disrespectful as fuck. Women were incredible creatures, so it was demeaning to be told that your greatest asset was your pussy. Still, if you were going to use it as a weapon, then give it the credit that it was due, and everything on Katja Volkov could be interpreted as a weapon; a lethal one at that.
“So, either let Klive Simpson kill my grandfather or become a bratva whore?” she spat. “Those are my two choices?”
Walking towards her, I said, “There’s also a third option, but I’m not sure if you’re up for it.”
“I think that is something that I should decide for myself,” she replied coolly, trying to be so fucking brave.
“You could become my whore,” I told her, making her eyes widen again. “Let Klive think that his plan is working, and in return for not killing you where you stand, you give me complete access to that delectable body of yours until I can finally put Klive Simpson six feet under.”
Katja’s chest started heaving with anxiousness, and like the smart woman that she was, she asked, “And where does option three leave my grandfather?”
“Same as option two,” I replied smoothly. “For your cooperation in flushing Nikel Ovchinnikov out, or as you know him, Klive Simpson, the bratva will care for your grandfather both financially and medically.”
“You’re a bastard,” she whispered as she shook her head slightly.
“I’m not the one that let a complete stranger finger fuck me in a men’s restroom to get information from them,” I countered, making her eyes glitter with shame and hate. “So, pick your poison, lyublyu. However, you better make your choice soon as I’ve other things to attend to right now.”
“What’s…what’s the plan if I choose option three?”
“I’ll make a show of spending some time with you outside the bedroom, and you’ll report everything that transpires between you and Nikel Ovchinnikov,” I answered easily. “However, if you cannot sell the ruse, then you need to be honest with yourself about that, Katja. Whether you want to believe it or not, I will kill you if you betray me.”
Ignoring that, she asked, “What am I supposed to tell him?”
“If he’s been studying me as he said, then he’ll know that I would never tell you anything of importance during our first night together,” I told her. “So, give him enough sexual details to make him believe that I’m blinded by that sweet cunt of yours, and that should suffice for right now.”
Her jaw clenched before asking, “Why not just have someone follow me? Why can’t you just…I don’t know, catch him following me, and then get him yourself?”
“Because if he is truly watching me, then that’s the first thing that he’ll be looking for, and I do not want to tip him off,” I explained. “When I’m this close to finally finding him, I am not going to let any basic mistakes mess it up.”
I watched her run her hands down her face, not caring about her makeup, and it really would be a shame if I had to kill her once it was all said and done. Katja Volkov was too beautiful to kill, and with as tightly as her pussy had held onto my fingers earlier, I knew that she was going to be a phenomenal fuck.
“Which is it going to be, lyublyu?”
With the weight of the world swirling around in those amber eyes of hers, she said, “Option three.”
I smirked.
I couldn’t help it.
“I’ll call for you in a few days, and you’d better be ready,” I warned her. “I will be spending all night getting my money’s worth out of you, so be prepared.”
“You’re a bastard,” she repeated, choking out the whispered curse.
“I know,” I replied easily. “I already know.”
Chapter 12
Katja~
After I had agreed to Maksim’s impossible compromise to save my life and that of my grandfather’s, he had ordered me to get dressed, humiliating me further by ordering me around like a regretful mistake. While I’d been putting my dress back on, he’d been going through my phone, sending both my number and the number that Klive had texted me from to his phone.
Once I’d done my best to put my dress back on, I’d had to tie the straps back together because he’d torn them when he had ripped the garment off my body. To add insult to injury, before we’d left the room, Maksim had messed up my hair, then had smeared my makeup to make me look like the whore that I had agreed to play for him. I had walked out of that hotel looking truly used, and I’d never felt so embarrassed in all my life.
As soon as I’d gotten home, I had taken a hot shower, doing my best to scrub the humiliation from my skin, but it’d been no use. I couldn’t scrub the decision that I’d made from my life, and even though I would do anything to keep my grandfather safe, I couldn’t imagine the horrors that were going to come from being Maksim Barychev’s reluctant whore. The nauseating part was that I was actually attracted to the man, and if that wasn’t sick, then I didn’t know what was.
What had surprised me the most was that I hadn’t seen Klive-or whatever his name was-all weekend long. I had expected a visit from him on Saturday morning, but when I’d heard nothing, I had decided to go spend the day with my grandfather, and it’d been torture. The happier that he’d seemed, the more that I had died a little inside.
I had also spent all day eyeing everyone that had come close to my grandfather. There’d been so many smiling faces, and any one of them could be working for Klive, and I had almost gone crazy trying to figure out which one of them was in bed with the enemy. At this rate, if I wasn’t insane by the end of the week, then it’d be a miracle.
