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She turns to look at me, frowning but in a different way than she usually does. This time, it appears as though she’s trying to figure me out, like she actually wants to trust me, but she doesn’t know enough about me to do so. “I’ve always been a good girl,” she says softly. “I’m afraid you’re going to make me bad. That’s what worries me the most about all this. I can’t change you, so I’m going to be the one who changes.”
The limo slows as we approach our destination, and I squeeze her hand gently. “You’re going to change, that’s right. But it’s not going to be how you think, Sage. You will gain a new perspective on things, and you will be able to see the world in a clearer way.”
“An evil way,” she mutters, pulling her hand out of mine.
I ignore her resistance because I know I’m starting to get through to her. She will forget about her old life eventually, and then she will truly be mine.
Until then, I have to keep a level head. No spankings until she’s ready. No sex until she’s soaking wet for me.
The limo door opens once we come to a stop, and I step out first, holding my hand out for her to take. Even after pulling away before, she takes my hand, straightening her dress as she steps out in front of the casino with me.
We enter the casino, the buzz of activity and the scent of cigar smoke enveloping us. People turn to look at us, familiar with mebut not the new women I have clinging to my elbow. They know I don’t usually bring women in here.
“This is where it all happens,” I say as we drift further back into the casino to a table that’s been reserved for us. “The power, the money, the control. It’s all here. And now, so are you.”
She looks up at me, her expression a mix of awe and slight concern. “And what am I supposed to do?”
“Eat something first,” I say, pulling a chair out for her. “Then watch, learn, and when the time comes, play the game. Because now, Sage, you’re a part of it too.”
6
Sage
Ialways thought of casinos as being like bowling alleys, with cheap, overpriced food and tons of alcohol to take your mind off the fact that you’re losing. Viktor’s casino, however, is the epitome of luxury and class.
Everything is covered in either velvet, glass, enamel, or polished metal. Instead of a moldy, stale smell like I’m used to from seedy places, there’s a pleasant aroma of rose petals and leather, mixed in with cigar smoke and expensive perfumes.
I sit down on the chair Viktor has pulled out for me, feeling the coolness of the velvet cushion beneath me through my thin dress. Viktor takes the seat across from me, his foot brushing against mine as he settles in. The contact is brief but it’s enough to send a jolt of excitement through me.
My heart beats a little faster now.
A waitress in a small cocktail dress approaches our table only a moment after we’ve sat down, carrying a silver tray with twoflutes of champagne on it. She sets them down in front of us, her eyes flicking between me and Viktor with a knowing smile. “Compliments of the house,” she says, pulling her words out like hot taffy before disappearing back into the crowd.
I have to wonder what she’s thinking. Obviously, she knows who Viktor is. Everyone here does, but nobody know who I am. I’m just a woman in a silky green dress with her shoulders drawn in and her eyes on her lap as the man across from her picks up his glass with the utmost confidence.
The juxtaposition suggests that I’m not merely an escort that he’s brought in for a fun night of gambling. I’m clearly not comfortable here, but I don’t know which I’d prefer.
The stress squirming around in my stomach is enough for me to reach for my glass, taking a sip of the champagne, savoring the crisp, light taste.
Viktor watches me, his gaze intense and unwavering. “Do you like it?”
“It’s delicious,” I reply, my voice a bit unsteady.
He reaches over, his fingers lightly brushing against my wrist. “Good. Tonight, I want you to enjoy yourself. Watch the games, get into the moment, and remember that this is your world now. You’re just as much part of the Bratva as I am.”
I watch his lips when he talks, unable to meet him in the eye, but somehow that makes things worse. I can practically taste the champagne on his mouth, the coolness of his lips that would arrive just before the heat of his wicked tongue.
The heat in my belly becomes much warmer, and the sweat between my thighs causes my skin to stick together. I part mylegs slightly, trying to cool off, but it’s too hot in here to get cool without taking my clothes off.
A current hums through the air, the sexual tension rising as Viktor’s foot knocks against mine again. He smiles when he does it, a subtle twitch of his lips that drives me crazy. I drink the rest of my champagne without saying a word.
“Careful, the plate is hot.” The waitress is back again, laying down a white plate in front of me.
I lean back, eyeing the mouthwatering steak and roasted vegetables. It’s going to be difficult to eat something this good like a lady, considering how hungry I am.
I grab a fork, thanking the waitress as I dig into the food. Maybe it’s just the hunger, but I swear this is the best steak I’ve had in my life. I normally don’t eat out because I feel like I can make better food at home, but I’ve just been proven wrong.
As I eat, I’m acutely aware of Viktor’s presence across from me, his icy gaze burning into me. He never stops looking at me. I feel like an animal in a cage for his amusement, only he doesn’t smile that often. When he does, there’s no kindness on his face, either.
