Danila led Mia back into his office and locked the door, not letting her hand go as she followed him diligently.
She was trying to justify being back here again. She would have to go home with him anyway so might as well wait for him here to finish work.
But she knew, she knew that was definitely not why she came back and she felt her strength and resolve melting away with every passing second.
She remarked how much more confident he looked here than when she saw him in New York. When she first flirted with him, he just seemed like a cute young boy, a toy to play with. But now, a completely different man sat in front of her.
He was in control here and this was his world and he did what he wanted.
As Danila watched her wrestle with her thoughts, he knew the sexual spark that they had when she was almost naked in front of him a few minutes ago, was gone.
However, this made him even more entrenched in his game as he wanted to bring it back and make her so desperate, that she would give herself up.
He didn't want to just come onto her. No. He wanted to bring her to the edge where she would be a willing participant and most importantly; the initiator.
"So you're into school girl outfits, huh?" She finally broke the silence as she looked down at her lap.
"Not really. I just wanted to watch you unbutton that cardigan. That's not my fantasy." He held his glass at his lips and was happy to lead her down this road,
"What is your fantasy then?" She asked as she looked up at him. Instantly she felt like she had crossed that red line and she was now eagerly joining his game.
Nevertheless, she looked right at him and watched a mischievous smile appear on his face as he raised his eyebrows.
"Actually! Don't tell me anything. I don't know why I asked." Mia didn't let him get a word in. Her internal struggle was tearing her apart.
"You asked because you know what the answer is...and you want to hear it. You want to hear what I want to do to you." He said darkly but she only closed her eyes.
She wanted to both submerge herself in the moment and somehow vanish. She left her drink on the table and walked over to the large window to look at the club. A few girls were still dancing but the night was winding down.
"Why is your club always so busy?" She switched the subject as she watched the action below.
Danila didn't miss the opportunity and came to stand beside her which made her feel the heat of his body. She was shaking inside from the thought of being in his arms and the fear of what she wanted to do.
"Because sex sells. Plus, unlike other places, we enforce strict rules and that makes guys even more curious to come here. Everyone wants to see if they can break them. And...we pick the best girls."
"Do they make good money?"
"Oh yeah. They all work hard but they make a good living."
"Do you have a favourite?" Mia asked simply as she was curious about the club and who did what.
"You." He replied after a few seconds pause.
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No More Good Girl | 18+
RomanceKirill's past would come back full force and as his new bride, Mia is about to stumble upon his dark world and the immense pull it has on her. Kirill is the Tsar of Russian Mafia and nothing is what it seems with Mia's new husband. Everyone wants...