“AH! You can’t even wait for it? You drive me fucking mad!” He thrust his shaft between my ravenous lips, against my busy tongue. He bellowed, “Drink me, Katya!” He dug his heels into the mattress, his back bowing as he erupted. “Take it . . . take it . . .”

I drank his offering, consuming his cum as greedily as he’d licked mine. Again and again and again . . .

He grated Russian words as his shudders eased. When he pulled me away, my lips had so much suction, they made a pop sound.

“I never thought to hear that.” He gave a strained laugh as he dragged me up to his chest. “Never thought to possess a woman so greedy for my cock, I’d have to pry her still-sucking mouth off me.”

Wrapping an arm around my neck, he trapped me to him. His other arm was over his face, his heart thundering against my ear.

Why would he admit to these things, those sexual things, if he was still angry with me? Maybe he couldn’t help himself. Or maybe we were easing back to where we’d been the night before?

As soon as the thought occurred, he moved me off him. Leaving me in a tangle of sheets, he rose without looking back.

I was still sitting there in confusion when he returned, showered, shaved, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“As much as I’ve enjoyed feeding you your dinner and breakfast—straight from the tap—you need to eat actual food.”

I shot him a glare. “And now you turn back into a dick. It’s all pumpkins and carriages with you, Ruso. What will it take to convince you I didn’t set out to deceive you? I’m not interested in having a kid, not yours or anyone else’s—not for years and years. Maybe if I live to be your age, I’ll consider it then.”

“So the exact timing was coincidence?”

“You called me, forcing me to come over!”

“And you took advantage of my weakness! I know I’m only one client among many. Your night with me was merely one in a stream of them. But you’d have me believe you were so careless? When this is your livelihood?”

I wanted to scream that it wasn’t. Yet hadn’t I accepted two paid dates with him? “And it’s your life! The day I have a child with someone like you . . .” I trailed off. “That day will never come. The problem with all your wealth, Sevastyan, is that you come with it.”

“Sell that somewhere else. I’m a rich, good-looking male in my prime. You’re already addicted to my cock.”

“Maybe I am. That doesn’t mean I want to be tied to you for the rest of my life.” My temper was close to redlining. “And why would you want to be anywhere near a woman you think so badly of? You’re accusing me of using a baby—a baby—as a payday.”

“Maybe I deserve a woman as deceitful as I am scarred. Maybe I’ll keep you indefinitely. You’ll be my sub, and I’ll be your master. At least until I’m done with you.”

“En tus sueños, you paranoid prick!” In your dreams!

He made a grated sound of irritation. “Do you think I want to be so paranoid? So jaded?” His voice rose with every word, until he was almost yelling. “Do you know how bloody frustrating it is knowing everyone wants something of me? And I can trust no one?”

“En serio? Everybody wants something from everybody else!” I yelled back. “That’s how the world works! Do you think you’re unique in not trusting? I—trust—no—one! You poor little rich boy, you don’t have more problems because you’re rich—you just have different ones!”

“What problems do you have to equal mine? You’re young and beautiful. You suck and fuck for a living. Do you strain yourself picking out what nail polish to wear on your dates?”

“You have no idea! No tiene idea!”

“Tell me!”

Muzzle it, Cat! “You don’t get my secrets! You don’t deserve anything from me—much less a child!”

“No? Then all I know about you is that you decided to solve whatever problems you think you have—by selling your body. Bravo. Great idea.”

My jaw slackened. “Hipócrita! You’re going to give me shit about being an escort, when you’ve kept the entire industry afloat with your dick? Baby boy, do I need to teach you the law of supply and demand?”

“I know I’m a man with vices, but you’re young enough . . .” He scrubbed his palm over his face. “You could have gotten another job. You could have applied for scholarships or loans, gone to school. America is the bloody land of student loans! If you needed money, you could have borrowed from a relative or a friend until you’d saved up. Anything other than sell yourself!”

“Amazing. You think you’ve got me all figured out.”

“How many men have known your body? A hundred? Two hundred? A thousand? There had to have been an alternative.”

I feigned a look of surprise. “Why, I never explored alternatives to hooking!” Resuming my glare, I demanded, “Where is this coming from? It’s not like I sprang this on you.”

“No, you sprang a paternity play on me!”

“I know why you’re keeping me here, and it has nothing to do with entrapment. How fortunate for you that you could cook up this accusation. You’d do anything to have me here for your pleasure. Specifically me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You hired escorts and had your script because you didn’t want to touch another. You don’t use a crop on women because you were whipped; you do it to avoid touching them.” That muscle ticked in his jaw. Bingo. “Yet then I came along, climbing all over your body, and you could tolerate it. Even liked it. I’m unique to you. Something about me has your cock pointed due north. No wonder you want me more than I want you—I do things for you that no one else can.”




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