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KIRILL I don’t have to see her face to know Sasha is frozen. Her whole body stiffens, and she might as well have transformed into a stone in my hands. Rai’s unfocused eyes narrow on us as she sways on her feet, the sound of her heels scraping on the ground amplified tenfold in the imposing silence. That seems to kick Sasha out of her stupor, because she responds to my tightening hold around her waist and abruptly ducks down and crawls under the desk. The fucking cockblocker Rai doesn’t look away from my half-nude state so, to be a dick—no pun intended—I look her in her dazed eyes and take my time tucking myself in. Again, I don’t have to look at Sasha’s face to sense her distress. It’s bleeding from her and bouncing off my skin. Option one: shoot Rai between the eyes and think of a way to hide her body and any evidence that she came to my club. Option two: torture the fucking piece of shit, and only when I’m satisfied do I kill her. Choices, choices… “Was that…” Rai points a finger bet