Chapter 8

Katja~

I felt like my heart was going to beat clean out of my chest. As soon as the restroom door shut behind me, my nerves ran free, and I could feel myself shaking everywhere. I was toying with the Russian Bratva, and I could see the lights of the freight train heading straight for me.

After Klive had left me with all the proof of how he could ruin my life, I'd taken the envelope back to the office with me, but I hadn't looked thoroughly through it until I'd gotten home that night. Of course, as soon as I'd gotten off work, I'd gone straight to Windmill Gates to check on my grandfather, and I'd never felt so relieved and so panicked at the same time.

It hadn't been until I'd gotten home and locked the front door behind me that I had opened the contents of the envelope, then had gone through every picture and piece of paper. As suspected, Klive had done a thorough background check on me, and while I had no idea how he'd gotten so much information on me, he'd had, and that wasn't the only thing. To my surprise, he had also included a picture of Maksim Barychev, but that picture hadn't done the man justice.

Armed with knowing what he looked like, I'd known that it was him the second that he had walked up to the table, and I hadn't been prepared for just how big the man was. He easily stood at around six-foot-four, and he had dark brown hair that looked like the smoothest chocolate, plus matching brown eyes that looked like demons resided in them. Most men with brown eyes had that hooded bedroom look about them, but not Maksim Barychev. His dark eyes were sharp, cold, and intelligent. Nevertheless, there was no denying that he had to be one of the most gorgeous men that I'd ever seen.

Then there was that body of his. Even with a jacket on, you could tell that he was ripped from head to damn toe. If there was even an ounce of fat on him, I'd sell my soul to Satan himself. Plus, if that weren't enough, the man had enough tattoos to make a woman drool, and the way that they peeked out of his shirt collar was sexy as hell. For all that he was a ruthless killer, it was easy to fall under the spell of his looks. Never mind that his voice sounded like it was made for sin. It was low, raspy, and sounded like someone might have stepped on his larynx at some point.

At any rate, it'd only taken five minutes in his company to recognize that I was way in over my head. I had no idea what to do, and the reflection in the mirror above the sink had no answers for me. Klive had made a good point about how Maksim may kill only me, but how he would kill both me and my grandfather, so the choice was an easy one, though the execution harder than I'd expected.

There was also the fact that I hadn't even had time to prepare myself for tonight. When Klive had called me from an unknown number earlier today for my answer, I hadn't expected a second call from him so soon. However, that's exactly what had happened when he'd called to tell me that Maksim was at The Swan, and that I'd better hurry and make something happen. I hadn't even had time to ask him how he'd known where Maksim had been, but if Klive had no problem spying on me, then I could see him stalking Maksim for whatever reason.

At any rate, my nerves were practically fried, and I had no idea how I was going to pull this off. As I thought about running, there was no guarantee that Klive wasn't watching from a dark hole somewhere, waiting to see if I was actually going through with my promise to help him. It also didn't help that I found Maksim extremely attractive, adding another complicated element to an already jacked-up situation.

However, before I could give it any more thought, the door to the women's restroom swung open, and my eyes widened as I saw Maksim's reflection in the mirror. I had no idea what he was doing in here, but I whirled around to look at him, positively stupefied.

"What…what are you doing in here?"

Instead of answering me, Maksim grabbed my hand, and I barely had enough time to reach for my purse before he was dragging me out of the women's restroom. I became even more confused when he pulled me into the men's restroom, instead of taking me back to our table, and I couldn't help but blush at the startled faces that looked over at us.

"Get out," Maksim ordered, and I'd never seen men scurry around so quickly.

As soon as the last man cleared the doorway, Maksim was locking the door, and that had me asking, "What are you doing? What is this?"

Maksim crowded me until my back was up against the sink counter, and I wasn't sure if the shiver that ran down my spine was from fear or something else, but whatever was going on right now, it was clear that I was not the one in control. Either Maksim knew that something was wrong, or else he was just showing me how his reputation had been well earned.

"So, what did you come up with, lyublyu?" he asked, his voice sounding raspier than before.

"What…what does that mean?" I stammered. "Lyublyu?"

"It's Russian for love," he answered, surprising me, though it could easily be something that he called all women. "Now, tell me. What did you come up with?"

"What…" I shook my head a bit in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Isn't that why you went to the restroom?" he replied, his voice a mocking lullaby. "To come up with an excuse as to leave? To cut our conversation short?"

I could feel my eyes widen.

How could he have possibly known?

"N…no," I lied, feeling like a rabbit caught in a trap, which I was when you thought about it.

"Then tell me why you're so nervous, Katja," he ordered as his body heat warmed me from head to toe. "Does my name intimidate you?"

I felt trapped by those empty eyes of his, and it was crazy how a psychopath could be so gorgeous. "Isn't…isn't that what it's supposed to do?"

"Forget my name," he said, ignoring my question. "Tell me what I make you feel."

Fear was the correct answer, but I couldn't deny that he was making me feel something else, and if I wasn't here to betray him, then I'd be game to find out what that something else was. However, I was here to betray him, and so the rest of it didn't matter.

Nevertheless, my breath caught in my lungs when I felt Maksim's hand slide underneath my dress and between my thighs. His dark eyes held mine as the heat from his palm left a trail on the inside of my right thigh, and my body clenched as he got closer to the apex of my thighs. I knew that I should be stopping him, but this was the whole point of me being here, right? Klive had ordered me to seduce this man, and while I'd come here to do just that, it felt like Maksim was seducing me, not the other way around.

When his fingers finally brushed up against my damp panties, my hands gripped the counter behind me, and I held on tightly as two of his fingers slid inside the gusset of the useless fabric. I should have felt embarrassed by how wet I was, but with the way that Maksim was staring down at me, I didn't feel embarrassed at all. The desire in his eyes had me feeling emboldened, even when I should be fearing for my life.

The second that I felt his fingers slide into my pussy, I closed my eyes, let my head drop back, then let out a low moan. I was letting Maksim Barychev finger fuck me in the men's restroom at The Swan, and while I should be feeling mortified, lust was only allowing pleasure to course through my body right now.

"Oh, God…" I whimpered when I felt his other hand slide up my chest to grip the side of my neck.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he asked, his breath hot on my ear, that damn voice of his making my entire body clench with need. "Do my fingers feel good inside you?"

"Yes…" I choked out, not caring how that made me sound.

Even though Maksim's breathing was a soothing tempo in my ear, I could still hear how slick I was as his fingers were like torturous pistons, going in and out of my body. We could both hear how wet I was, and it was just turning me on more. Like most women, I had a healthy sexual appetite, and it'd been too long. Though common sense was telling me that I was crazy for doing this, my body was begging me to let this man do whatever he wanted to me. It didn't even care that we were in a public place, having taken over the men's restroom.

It wasn't long before I was moaning my shame loud enough for anyone to hear. "I'm…I'm going to cum…" I panted. "Don't stop…"

Maksim's hand tightened around my neck, and my knees weakened with need. "So responsive," he cooed in my ear. "So ready to cum for me, aren't you?"

"Yes..."

"Soak my fingers, baby," he ordered. "Give me something to taste. Give me something to hold me over until I get you into a bed."

I let go of the counter, then grabbed onto his forearm, my nails digging into his flesh as I came all over his fingers, his voice putting me under a spell that I wasn't sure that I could break. In fact, everything about Maksim was everything that I hadn't been expecting, and as my entire soul shook with the orgasm coursing through my body, I knew that I needed to tell him the truth.

Even if he was going to kill me over it.