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After waking up with a little situation of my own, I took a cold shower which did absolutely nothing. Somehow he crawled inside my head and refused to leave, tormenting me with images as blinding as the sun — the way he ran a hand through his hair, the definition in his arms, his fucking smile. Seeing no alternative, I allowed the fantasy to play out in my mind, imagining all the things I wanted to do to him ever since that fucking football game in the park.
Fisting my cock, I jacked off hard and fast, remembering Roan on his knees in the same shower not but twelve hours before. The release was welcome, but the disgust that followed almost made me vomit.
I thought I’d managed to purge him from my mind until I got out of the shower and saw him in bed with an erection clear as day. Ignoring it was the only option until Roan got the best of me. Like usual, he had to open his fucking mouth — test me, bait me, drive me insane. I’m sure he didn’t expect me throw it back at him, to pushhisfucking buttons and then leave him with a raging hard-on.
It was a double-edged sword, though. I might have left him flustered, but he resurrected every sinful thought I had in the shower. As it was, I was surrounded by a dozen willing, half-naked women and all I could think about were the long, hard lines of Roan’s body. His soft mouth, his stunning eyes. Between the time I spent following him and the time he’d been my captive, I think I memorized every inch of him. Well, almost every inch. But I’d felt enough of his cock to have a pretty good idea of what that looked like too.
“I don’t know,” I spat out quickly in answer to Eduard’s question. “I don’t know how long Viktor wants to hold out for his father.” It wasn’t entirely the truth, but Eduard didn’t need to know the particulars.
“I can’t believe a man like that wouldn’t pay.”
“No?” I raised my brows at him. “Do you remember what happened to Dominika?”
Eduard shook his head, sipping his drink.
Of course he remembered. Everyone heard the story.
Dominika’s father, Dimitri, arrived to make the exchange. Instead of throwing out a bag of money and whisking her away to safety, he shot her in the head. Why? Because she was weak enough to get caught. He shot her kidnappers, too, and the whole ordeal was over in a matter of seconds. If Dimitri’s reputation as a cold motherfucker wasn’t known before then, there was zero doubt about it after the fact. And yet they calledmean animal.
“But he’s American,” Eduard said after a minute, making a face. “Americans like their children.”
I snorted and answered while I lit the last cigarette out of my pack with the dying embers of the other. “You watch too much TV.”
Out of nowhere, long, fake nails raked across the back of my neck. A pair of teeth nipped my earlobe and a cloud of candy perfume engulfed me.
I waved the girl away, trying to resume my conversation with Eduard, even though he had a bottle-blonde in a hot pink bikini feeling him up.
The girl behind me circled around to the front, running her hand over my thigh and straight to my crotch. “You look stressed. I can help.”
Looking her up and down, my lip curled instinctively. “And what number would I be today? Six? Seven?” It was still early by whore standards, but most managed to rack up double digits by midnight.
She gasped, like she had any virtue left to warrant outrage. Her hand flew toward my face. I caught her wrist and crushed the bones in my grip until she yelped out loud, beating my bicep to try and free herself.
“Get the fuck away from me. You touch me again with those filthy hands and I’ll cut them off.” Shoving her hand into her chest, I glared at her until she slithered away.
Lada cursed me from the other end the bar and ran off to check on her employee.
Eduard chuckled and shooed his afternoon delight away as well. “You should have taken her up on it. Maybe you wouldn’t be such an asshole.”
I slammed the rest of my vodka and slid off the barstool. “Keep me up to date on the rat. The sooner this shit is over, the sooner I’m out of this fucking country.”
“You’re leaving?” Eduard spun on his stool, watching me. “I just got here.”
“He hasn’t eaten all day.”
“Fuck him,” Eduard exclaimed, lighting up his own cigarette and blowing out a stream of smoke. He didn’t mean it literally, but my heart still skipped a beat. “You know they can go weeks without food.”
“All too well.” A phantom pang hit my stomach. I silenced it with another drag, tucking the cigarette between my lips. Shoving my gun back into place, I gave Eduard a parting nod and headed for the door.
21
Roan
Hour after hour,I laid there.
I counted all the watermarks on the ceiling. Twice. There were forty-seven, which made me deeply concerned about a mold problem in the walls.
I watched a spider weaving their web in the corner of the room. At one point, it descended on a gossamer strand right as the air kicked on. The sudden gust swung the spider like a pendulum and it disappeared.
