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As we headed into the club, I ignored everyone that was trying to get my attention, then continued to lead Katja to the second floor. She didn’t say anything, and I wondered if it was because she was nervous or if it was because she really had nothing to say. After all, we weren’t dating, so banal chitchat did seem ridiculous.
Once we got to the second landing, I hit the switch to the left of the hallway-signaling that a show was about to begin-then escorted Katja down the long corridor to the door at the end. Using the keypad, I opened the door, then placed my hand on the small of her back to move her along. Again, she wasn’t saying anything, but what was there to say?
When I turned the inside light on, I heard Katja’s small gasp, and it could have been from the beauty of the room or because of the huge bed, but I wasn’t curious enough to ask.
“Would you like something to drink?”
She was standing in the middle of the sitting area, and when she turned around to look at me, I was immediately hit with how wrong she looked inside this room. For all of its expensive décor, it was no match for her stunning beauty, and Katja Volkov would put any wonderous landscape to shame with how lovely she truly was.
“Do you have any tequila?”
My brows rose in surprise. “What happened to the wine?”
Her gaze was sure as she said, “I have a feeling that tonight calls for something stronger.”
Not bothering to agree or disagree, I headed over to the bar, then poured her a shot of tequila. She didn’t say anything as she walked over to grab her liquid courage, and I left her to it as I removed my jacket and guns. No one needed to see where I kept them on my person, and our audience would see just that if I waited until the show began to undress.
After placing my guns in one of the nightstands near the bed, I turned to face Katja again, and she looked like she wanted another drink. I understood her being nervous, but she’d made her choice, and so I expected her to honor her word.
Wanting to make sure that my expectations were clear before I hit the switch for the shades on the other side of the mirrors, I said, “While you may believe that you are here for me to fuck, that is not true.”
Her head reared back in surprise. “What?” Her bright eyes started darting around a bit. “I’m not here for…for you?”
“I do not share, Katja,” I quickly corrected her. “As long as you’re spreading your legs for me, there will be no one else. I do not get turned on by watching or allowing other men to fuck who I am entertaining at the moment.”
I watched her throat work nervously. “Then…then what am I doing here if…if not-”
I put my hand up to stop her. “You are here to audition for me,” I clarified. “Your grandfather’s care is not cheap, and so you are here to prove to me that you’re worth the cost and trouble.” Her back snapped straight, and that fire in her really did enhance her beauty. “You’re here to prove to me that you have what it takes to be just the kind of whore that I would spend thousands on. You’re here to prove that you can please me in all the ways that I want to be pleased.” I cocked my head a bit, enjoying the quiet anger that danced in her eyes. “You’re here to show me all the reasons why I should keep you around, instead of just putting a bullet in your gorgeous head for daring to agree to Nikel’s arrangement.”
“And…and if I can’t?” she asked between clenched teeth. “What…what happens if you’re…you’re disappointed?”
“Have you forgotten that I already know what your pussy tastes like?” I taunted, reminding her of our encounter in the restroom. “If you fail tonight, then it’s because you didn’t try, lyublyu.”
Instead of replying to that, she asked, “How many chances do I get?”
“Only one, baby,” I answered truthfully. “Only one.”
Chapter 16
Katja~
I’d never felt so devalued as I did in this moment. I was actually going to whore myself out to Maksim Barychev, and if that wasn’t enough to make me feel like my life was no longer mine, if I wasn’t good at it, then I’d be discarded like trash, my grandfather and I back where we started from.
I wanted to cry.
I wanted to scream.
“Are you ready?” he asked, that hoarse voice of his sounding like a dangerous dare.
Knowing that I really didn’t have a choice, I nodded. While my grandfather could continue to live at Windmill Gates, this was about his safety, and I’d do anything to make sure that nothing happened to him. I just had to keep remembering what was at stake here. If Klive, Nikel, or whatever his name was didn’t kill him, Maksim had no reason not to, if just to torment me for how I had agreed to help Klive when he had first approached me. Plus, it wasn’t like I was a virgin or believed that sex should only be with someone that you loved. That dream was for young girls that still believed in fairytales.
Taking in a deep breath, I walked over to where Maksim was standing by the bed, and I watched him hit a switch, though I wasn’t sure what it did since no lights turned off or on. Stil, a random switch was the least of my problems right now. I needed to prove to Maksim that I was worth the effort in bed, and I wasn’t even sure how to do that. While I’d had my fair share of relationships, they’d been normal ones, so I’d had normal sex. Though satisfying, I’d never had porn-star sex. No cumming on my face, no choking me, no calling me names, or anything like that. I’d also never had anal sex before, and I knew that Maksim was going to be expecting it. After all, was a whore even a whore if she didn’t give up the ass?
When I was finally standing in front of him, my mouth went dry with how nervous I was. I was going to have to guess what he liked because I knew that I wasn’t going to get any help from him. If this was an audition, then I was going to have to make him want me, not the other way around.
With my eyes locked on his dark gaze, I reached back, unzipped my dress, then slowly peeled the soft material from my body, letting it fall to the floor in a graceful dance. Like a clumsy amateur, I left my heels on because I knew that could be a thing for men, and maybe Maksim was one of those men.
“Lisus Khristos,” Maksim muttered as his eyes raked down my body.
