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Her shoulders shook and her hands trembled, but eventually she got it, and the corset slipped lower.

"Turn around," I prompted, my heart racing with anticipation.

She did as I demanded. As she faced me, her hands gripped the cheap satin and held it to her chest.

My expression darkened, and the way she took a shaky step back told me she picked up on it.

"Let it go."

Her eyes slid closed for a moment as she sucked in a deep breath and then let the cheap satin fall to the floor.

Her arm snapped back to cover her full breasts. I only caught a hint of a pale pink nipple, but even that glimpse sent a jolt of pure desire through me. My breathing quickened, nostrils flaring as I took in her scent—fear mingled with something else, something sweet and undeniably feminine.

"Put your hands over your head."

She hesitated.

"That wasn't a request,moy kotyonochek." My voice hardened nearly as fast as my cock did.

Tears slid down her cheeks as she raised her arms, her pale pink nipples tightening in the cold air, goosebumps scattered along her skin. I ached to taste them. The sight of her bare breasts, perfectly sized for my hands, made sweat break across my brow. I wanted to capture those tears with my tongue, taste the salt of her fear before claiming her mouth.

"Now the shorts."

God, this woman was going to look so fucking beautiful stretched out bare in my bed.

She sucked in another deep breath, lifting her tits up further in the air.

This time, she didn't hesitate. Her thumbs went to the tiny shorts and hooked into the waistband, and she slid them down her hips and over her thighs until she stood there in nothing but the thigh high fishnets, a garter, heels, and a thong.

The sight of her nearly naked body sent a surge of lust through me, so powerful I had to grip the chair to keep from lunging at her. My gaze devoured every inch of exposed flesh—the gentle curve of her stomach, the flare of her hips, the soft mound barely concealed by thin fabric. My mouth watered, imagining how sweet she would taste against my tongue, how her thighs would tremble as I forced them apart.

"Kick them to me," I demanded, my voice husky with need.

She looked so fucking perfect bared to me.

Visions of her nude like this down on her knees, choking on my cock like she had last night flashed through my mind.

Had she been a good girl and stayed, I would have taken her back to my hotel room.

Spread her out in my bed and had her over and over.

By the time I was finished, she would have had a new meaning for the word satisfied.

She hooked the toe of her shoe into the black fabric and kicked them to me. The shorts slid across the floor. Istood and Alina moved back, her ass hitting the mirror behind her.

Without taking my eyes from her, I bent down and picked up her clothes, then tossed them through the curtain into the main bar area, before snagging my suit jacket and shrugging back into it.

Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped in horror.

"You bastard!" she hissed.

I smirked.

"Now that my little kitten has no fur, I think she'll be much more cooperative."

Her body tensed, then coiled like a spring.

She lunged for the curtain to get to her clothes, but I was faster.