Page 39 of Twisted Pact

I pull back and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. My knees ache from the hardwood floor, and my jaw is sore, but the look on his face makes it all worth it.

He stares down at me in awe. “That was?—”

“Don’t.” I stand on shaky legs. “Don’t make this into something it’s not.”

“What do you think this is?”

“A transaction. I did what you wanted, now you help my sister.”

“Is that all you think this was?”

“What else would it be?”

He reaches for me, but I step back, putting distance between us before I do something stupid like kiss him or admit that I got off on watching him lose control. That I’m wet and aching and want him inside me again.

“I’ll call Dmitri,” he says after a moment. “Get the resources in place for an extraction operation. But Mila?—”

“Just save my sister. That’s all I’m asking.”

He studies my face to try to figure out what I’m thinking. Good luck with that. I’m not even sure.

“You surprised me,” he admits.

“Why? Because I went through with it?”

“Because you enjoyed it.”

Heat floods my cheeks. “I didn’t enjoy it; I did what I had to do.”

“Liar.”

“Think whatever you want, just keep your end of the bargain.”

“I always keep my word.” He tucks himself back into his pants and fixes his zipper. “You could have called my bluff and walked away once I told you I would help her, but you didn’t. You dropped to your knees faster than I expected, and you looked at me like you wanted to swallow every drop.”

“Your ego is showing,” I scoff.

He takes a step closer. “You wanted to see if you could make me lose control, and you did. Congratulations.”

I hate that he’s right. Hate that some sick part of me got off on watching him fall apart in my mouth. On knowing that I could reduce this powerful man to a groaning mess with just my tongue and lips.

“Don’t psychoanalyze me,” I tell him. “I’m not one of your French philosophy books.”

“No. You’re far more interesting than any book I’ve read.”

“Save the pretty words and just focus on getting my sister back alive.”

“Already on it.” He pulls out his phone and starts typing. “I’ll have a team assembled within the hour.”

“That fast?”

“Your father was right about one thing. I have resources he doesn’t.”

“And you’re going to use them to help Irina?”

“I said I would. I keep my promises, Mila. Even the ones I make under duress.”

“This wasn’t duress. This was extortion.”