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I don’t know how long I was alone. I think two hours, at least. Deprived of windows, immersed in a mysterious twilight, the room seemed to be outside of time and space. She seemed to be floating somewhere in another reality, outside of what was happening outside these walls. At first, I listened to the sounds coming from behind the door, shuddered as soon as I heard voices, and then…

Sitting on the very edge of the sofa, she stared at one point. Patterned shadows fell on the floor, on the walls, adding to the sense of unreality. Client… Maybe I can explain that I’m here by chance?

The key in the lock turned just at the moment when my emotional stress reached the limit. My heart was pounding, it was hard to breathe. His stomach clenched, and his throat felt nauseous. The door swung open, and for a few seconds the sounds of the music grew louder…

– Are you waiting? Max’s lips twisted contemptuously.

I swallowed. For some reason, there was no feeling of relief, on the contrary, my heart began to beat even faster, and my breath completely stopped. There was a fresh bruise on his cheek, and another at the corner of his mouth. Cheekbones covered with dark stubble, black-black eyes… Lean, crept up, like a predator preparing to attack, he moved towards me, and I hastened to move back. Goosebumps ran down my skin, my whole being screamed about danger.

– Give me the whiskey, – was all he said as he passed.

I exhaled quietly. She looked at him, feeling her consciousness literally paralyze from his presence, and she herself could not explain to herself what it was. Never distinguished by timidity, she felt so… The way a rabbit must feel in front of a boa constrictor.

Imposingly lounging on the couch, Max leaned back.

– I told you to give me whiskey, – he repeated, looking at me from under half-closed eyelids.

– Where should I get it? – I squeezed out, somehow driving away the numbness. He lazily waved somewhere in the corner. I looked in the direction indicated, but saw nothing. She came closer and only then noticed something like a door. Opened… A row of bottles of elite alcohol, below – pot-bellied glasses, glasses with thick walls, small shots for tequila.

– Whiskey, – he reminded me, and the sound of his voice sent chills down my spine again. Like he touched me.

Quickly grabbing a bottle and a glass, I went back to him and handed it silently. But he didn’t take it.

– Pour it, – he ordered, looking me in the face. He grabbed the bottle over my fingers, unscrewed the cap himself, and nodded at the glass.

As soon as he let go of my hand, the bottle almost slipped out. His touch left an invisible burn on the skin, everything inside was stretched. Nervous tension reached its climax at the moment when his hand lay on my thigh. A thin trickle flowed into the glass, and his fingers slowly stroked me, then dropping lower, to the knee, then rising up. After handing him a half-filled glass, I hurriedly stepped back.

– Now undress, – Max ordered, taking a tiny sip.

– I’m just your guarantee, – squeezing the neck of the bottle that I was holding, I took another step away. I realized that he was drinking even before he came here.

Max chuckled disdainfully. There was everything in that grin: contempt, disdain, hint.

– Weak guarantee came out of you, – he drank some more and settled himself more comfortably.

I turned away, trying to hide the feelings that swept over me, the definition of which was difficult even for myself. His gaze, his fingers on my thigh… It wasn’t unpleasant. Rather strange and incomprehensible. And one more thing… At first he said that he was not interested in me, and now what?!

She placed the bottle on the counter running along the wall and turned around impulsively, wanting to ask this question to his face, but she came across an abyss… The black abyss of his eyes.

– Undress, Marika, – he raised his glass. – Let’s see how long your private will last.

Angered, I took a deep breath. I wanted to demand the phone from him again, I wanted to send him to hell, I wanted…

Max sat opposite, legs wide apart, and looked at me point-blank, as at… As at a girl, in whose place any other could be. Spoiled, stupid, incapable of solving problems on her own.

Sipping his whiskey lazily, he waited. The only question is what exactly. Tears? requests? Hysterical? Pursing my lips, I proudly tossed my head. Well no! She turned her back to him and, lifting her hair, smoothly moved her hips. She closed her eyes and listened to the music from the invisible speakers under the ceiling. Hand movement, turn to him…

Fire flared in black eyes. Collected, dangerous, he did not take his eyes off me. His posture was still casual, but I understood that the feeling was deceptive. Predatory beast…

– Come on, – he muttered softly. – Show me yourself. Just look, Marika, do it in such a way that I appreciate it. Otherwise… – the corner of his lips twitched. – Otherwise, Emil will find someone for you who will be easier to please.

Another tiny sip of whiskey and a look that sent me first cold and then hot. Into the most inferno, into the most blazing abyss.

Trying not to give myself away, I made another movement, then another. She smoothly arched, circled, raised her arms, drew invisible patterns with them. I imagined myself dancing on the evening beach of Sicily, the tongues of fire and the starry sky. Fire… Bright, orange-gold and the one that blazed in his dark eyes. This room, this music…

She touched her neck with her fingertips, drew her lower – to her chest, along the lace of the top, along weightless patterns, outlining her breasts and nipples. Unexpectedly for myself, I realized that they had become hard, that my chest was filled with languor. She removed her hands and ran her fingers through her hair. Black, thick, men always liked them… Streaming between my fingers, they again fell on my shoulders, and I touched myself.

She tucked the top of her top and, as if by chance, lifted it, exposing a strip of skin and a navel. Up, so as to touch the skin with the wrist and let the fabric fall – casually, once again hiding the body that had just been exposed to the man sitting a few meters away from me. I knew that it would be better if I imagine that I was alone, that I was dancing for myself, and not…

She involuntarily glanced at Max from under her lashes. I have no idea what I expected to see. He still sat on the couch, watching me with satisfaction and mild curiosity. As if I was nothing more than… Some kind of funny animal that ended up in the same room with him. For some reason, understanding this became annoying and unpleasant. Fury… Yes, I was angry at his neglect. His glass was almost empty, the other hand resting on velour, the color of aged red wine. I will not let it! I will not let anyone neglect me! And even to him – a beast with the eyes of a demon.

Touching the thin strap of the top, I lowered it from my shoulder, looking Max straight in the eyes. Then the second. I didn’t have a bra on, and I understood that if I continued… But he was clearly waiting for the continuation, and stopping now meant giving up, and I was not going to give up.

The top dropped a little lower, Max finished his last sip. With a gentle movement, I grabbed the neck of the bottle. She slid her fingers up and down, ran her nails across the glass. Only after that she took the whiskey and with a firm step approached the sofa. Before uncorking, she circled the cork with the pad of her thumb. Max held out a glass, and I removed the cork and tilted the bottle, letting the whiskey flow in a thin stream.

– That’s enough, – he said when the glass was almost half full. I lifted the neck obediently, but before closing it, I myself took a sip. Slowly, with an exhalation, she licked off the drop that had rolled down the bottle and with a sharp movement, knocking it down, lowered it onto the table. Whiskey burned his throat, ran hot through his veins to the very tips of his fingers. Now, when there was not even half a meter between us, I could see the dark brown iris of Max’s eyes, I could distinguish the shine of the chain running under the collar of the shirt. Hidden strength even now, masculine energy, power… I’m a butterfly with transparent wings for him. If he wants, he will hesitate, barely clenching his fist.

Turning away, she looked languidly to the side, closed her eyes and again listened to the music. Swaying, she ran her open palms along her sides, along her hips and began to slowly lift the top up until it was at the very chest. She let go and did the same, but without stopping, to the end. Cool air touched her tense nipples. With a sharp movement, I threw the top on the sofa, a few centimeters from Max and looked at him with a challenge. Whatever he said, I knew my own worth and I knew that this price was high.

– You should try harder, – Max said softly, sipping his whiskey, looking at me.

He deliberately provoked, and I understood this. He played with me, drove me like a dexterous predator, already knowing that the prey was caught, and wishing to prolong the agony. Just not this time. Not with me.

I took another step and found myself between his spread legs. As if by chance, she pressed her shin against him, and then completely rested her knee on the sofa. I leaned over and my hair touched his shoulders. The faint scent of expensive cologne tickled my nostrils: notes of something woody, resinous, mixed with the smell of tobacco and whiskey. Breathe in, and my throat is dry, and my head is spinning. Too sensual, too intoxicating… A man shouldn’t smell like that. Especially one like him. Because it’s… it’s too dangerous. Even for me. Delusional, abnormal thoughts and sensations are also delusional. I’m not drunk to feel like that. Not drunk at all.

Max looked at my face, lowered his gaze to my chest. Her nipples tightened more than ever, her heart began to pound. As if reluctantly, casually, he grabbed my chest, ran a thumb pad along the nipple, and then put his hand on my waist and lightly stroked it.

– Does private dance involve touching? I chuckled as I struggled to contain my feelings from his touch. His pupils dilated slightly, and it became clear to me that he also cared.

He chuckled, removed his hand, and nodded for me to continue. Another burning spot on my skin… In order to put aside embarrassment, a sip of whiskey was negligible. I don’t know what moved me when, before pulling away, I took a glass from him. Looking into his eyes, she took a sip and, clasping his palm, put it back.

– Dance is not about touching, – he reminded her.

– You broke the rules… – I breathed and turned around.

– They don’t exist for me, – I heard from behind, without a hint of a chuckle or a hint of a smile.

There are no rules for him, and I should not forget about it… Looking at the wall, I put my palms on the belt of my trousers and began to write out smooth eights. Fingers on a small button… She unbuttoned, after her zipper, and lowered her trousers from her hips. I felt him looking at me. She quickly turned her face and lowered herself even lower. There was no more interest in his eyes: everything was swallowed up by blackness. Glancing briefly at his crotch, I noticed how tight the jeans were, and this caused me that most incomprehensible, intense excitement. Warmth radiated down her thighs, as if…

Leaning forward quickly, he grabbed my wrist. He tugged at her, forcing her to sit on his lap.

– It’s not according to the rules, – was all I could say on a convulsive exhalation. They don’t exist for him, but…

– I make the rules here. – He drained his glass in one long gulp and tossed it on the couch.

His palm rested on my thigh and with pressure went to the very knee. The warmth that I felt rose to my stomach and chest, languidly, unforgivably ached between my legs. No… How does he do it? What is he doing to me?! With my buttocks, I felt the hardness of his groin, a member resting against me, and to my own horror I realized that it resonated in my body. His closeness resonates in my body, his gaze, his scent…

– Good girl… – he slightly raised his upper lip in an animal grin and growled muffledly. Roughly squeezing his hair, he narrowed his eyes. He leaned forward and firmly covered my lips with his mouth. I tasted the whiskey, the heat of his breath. His palm pressed against my thigh, rose to my waist, fingers dug into my body. The onslaught was so strong that my second resistance did not lead to anything. Pushing his tongue into my mouth, he pulled me closer to him and forced me to submit.

A rough, painful kiss that leaves me no chance. I’ve never been kissed like this before. Never crushed, not subjugated so unconditionally. He literally devoured me, pushed his tongue, studying my mouth with pleasure, with a sense of the superiority of the strong. He touched the buttocks, touched between the legs, stroking firmly, with pressure, and did not stop kissing. Breathing was not enough, his head swam, the remnants of sound signaled a deadly threat that emanated from him. Panting, I gently pressed my hand against his chest.

– Mmm… – I mooed in protest, and he instantly wrapped my hair around his fist. He moved a few centimeters away, looked into his eyes, at his lips and grinned. I felt a metallic taste in my mouth, the abrasion at the corner of his lips was bleeding, but this did not seem to bother him at all.

– Good girl… – he repeated in the same dull voice and grinned.

I exhaled. I was shaking, desire, incomprehensible, uncontrollable, pulled at the bottom of my stomach, and it was madness. This room was insane, his hands on my body were insane, his black eyes…

I myself did not understand how my fingers ended up near his face. I woke up only when I felt the bristles pierce the pads and, not fully understanding what I was doing, touched his broken lip. He hissed, and I immediately withdrew my hand, but it was too late. His grip became stronger, demonic flames flashed in his eyes. A moment, and he again pressed into my mouth a rough kiss filled with the unconditional right to submit. I felt his tongue enter my mouth – wet, greedy. It became difficult to breathe, thoughts got mixed up, mixed up, heat mixed with chills, a desire to push away with a desire… with a desire to allow more… A little more, just a little… The palm lying on my hip fell on my buttocks. Squeezing, Max growled into my lips:

– We need to get rid of you.

Contrary to what he said, his fingers pressed into me, only he no longer squeezed my hair so hard, rather he just held it. It was difficult to collect the remains of the mind. The nipples were hard, the chest ached, I wanted to feel it insanely. And not at all like that, not through clothes, but… Lord… What did he do to me?! What am I doing?! Ivan… I…

– Then just let me go, – she asked, resting her palm on her stone chest.

For a few seconds he looked into my face, into my eyes, and it seemed to me that he really would do it. What will he say now that I clean up and…

– No, – he slapped me hard on the buttocks, and then pushed me off my knees like a bored whore. He took a top from the sofa and threw it to me. – Get dressed.

Pressing the lace to my chest, I looked at him. Get dressed? My stomach was still full of desire, but for some reason it suddenly became scary. What does it mean?

– Max…

– Get dressed, – he repeated, getting up, and, taking an uncorked bottle of whiskey from the table, went to the door.

I stood there, feeling my fingers freeze with every step he took away. If he leaves me here…

He stopped at the door. turned around. He lifted the bottle to his lips, took a sip, and set it on the bar. He leaned on his elbow and gave me a disdainful look. It was as if nothing had happened a minute earlier. Well, it really wasn’t…

Realizing what was happening, I straightened my back. She raised her head and gave him a direct look. No, he won’t see my tears! Can’t wait even if…