Page 42 of Ravage

"What?"

"It's forty percent now. For your disrespect in assuming I'm weakened." I reach for the plate of fruit on my desk, select a strawberry, and offer it to Selene.

She takes it delicately from my fingers, tongue flicking out to clean them.

Arkady Morozov shifts in his chair.

"That's robbery!"

"That's the cost of business." I feed her another piece, this time letting her suck my fingers longer than necessary. "Accept the new terms, or I'll find someone else to handle the eastern routes. Perhaps the Covenant would be interested."

His face pales. "The Covenant are amateurs."

"Then accepting forty percent should be easy."

He wants to argue further, but Selene chooses that moment to shift, the bells chiming, the movement drawing attention to her body.

I can see the moment Arkady Morozov gives up, realizing he's been outmaneuvered.

"Fine. Forty percent."

"Good." I slide the amended contract across the desk. "Sign."

While he signs, I continue playing with Selene, running my fingers through her hair, along her collar, tugging the chain between her breasts.

She remains perfectly still except for her breathing, which quickens at each touch.

"This is unprofessional," Arkady Morozov mutters as he finishes signing.

"This is Hell," I correct. "Different rules. Now get out."

He leaves with his men, and the moment the door closes, Selene looks up at me.

"You used me to unsettle him."

"Yes."

"Use me however you want."

Christ.

This girl will be my undoing.

I lift her onto my desk, spreading her legs wide.

The mirror behind my desk shows everything—her flushed skin, her pussy already wet and swollen, the jewelry glinting in the light, the plug still nestled inside her.

"Watch yourself," I command. "Watch what I do to you."

I start with my fingers, slow and deliberate, making her see herself stretched around them.

She's so wet already, has been since this morning when I denied her.

I work her methodically, curling my fingers to find that spot that makes her scream, but pulling back every time she gets close.

"Please," she begs. "Please, Sir, I need?—"

"What do you need?"