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When I cry out with my release, his face nears my pussy, like he’s trying to smell and taste me. Like all he wants is to have me.
But I won’t give him that. Not yet. I’ll be the carrot dangling in front of his face until he can’t resist. Until I’m the only one he wants.
That’s when he’ll let his guard down and let me into his world, and that’s when I’ll get what I want.
Konstantin Marinov is nothing but a toy I plan to play with until it breaks.
And Iwillbreak him, if it’s the last thing I do.
CHAPTER THREE
KONSTANTIN
She’s breathtaking,though that word alone does not even suit her.
This woman is something else, and I need to know her—every inch of her, until she doesn’t know where she ends and I begin.
When she tries to get off my desk, I stop her, holding her legs apart. A blush creeps to her cheeks, which almost doesn’t suit her. But then again, she’s completely bare for me, a man she just met.
A little bit of shyness is good, though it wouldn’t do well at my club. Nor for me.
Regardless, there’s not a chance I can have her working for me, distracting me. Nor could I ever have her doing things with anyone else. I’d rip them apart with my teeth.
“Can I get dressed now?” She shifts, her breathing getting steadier.
“Not yet. I’m not done looking at you.”
She huffs, her features twisting with a satisfactory level ofannoyance. Doesn’t she realize how excited her little temper makes me?
“Is this what you do with every woman you interview?” She angles her chin, just waiting to call me some derogatory name.
“You’re the first.”
A single brow arches. “And why the hell is that? What made me sospecial?” She says that last word in pure disgust.
“Well, you’re not the kind of woman I normally hire.” My fingers drift up her thigh, wanting to touch her, to taste that glistening pink cunt. “My normal girls, I already know from my other businesses, and usually my manager inspects them. But with you…” My mouth taunts her with a greedy smirk. “I had to do it myself.”
“You’re a sick bastard.”
“You say that like it’s a sin.” My fingers take a slow swipe up her cunt, unable to resist it, and she lets out a small moan, making it harder not to continue. “But I’m not the one who fucked herself with my gun just to get a job.”
Her eyes narrow, fists digging into the wood, but my laugh slips out anyway, stoking the flames I know are already rising in her.
Moya l’vitsa…My lioness.
“Get your damn hands off me.”
She attempts to push my arms off her, but she has no chance. I could overpower her in a second. Even in her heels, she’s probably only five-five, while I’m six-seven. And the fact that she’s so much smaller only makes me more insatiable for her.
If she worked for me, I would barely be able to control myself or focus. All I’d do is wonder what she’s doing and with whom.
Blyat. I can’t hire her. I have no time for such distractions.
It’s the one thing I promised myself. Attachments never end well, and if I sleep with her now, I will want to do it again and again. I can already see the effect she has on me; time spent with her will only make it worse.
I’m not naïve. I know what can happen to the heart if one’s not careful, and I’m always careful.
Pushing off her, I get to my feet, giving her my back. “Get dressed and see yourself out. You won’t be working for me.”
