Cruel Paradise (Oryolov Bratva Book 1)
: Chapter 16

I smell him before I see him. The rancid scent of sulfur and vomit burns my nostrils as I remove my heels and tiptoe toward my room. If I just stay quiet enough…

“Where’ve you been all night?”

Dammit.

Ben is propped up on the living room sofa, and of course, tonight of all nights, he happens to be wide awake.

“Just… out.”

He frowns, his tongue clicking softly. “It’s late.”

I drop my heels off to the side. “Which is why I’m heading straight to bed.”

His eyes narrow and, for a moment, I feel like a teenager who’s broken curfew. “The kids were asking for you all night.”

“I was busy, Ben. What do you want me to say?” He has some nerve, making me feel guilty about this. “I would think you’d be grateful to spend some quality time with your kids.”

He ignores that and swings his legs off the sofa to snatch up a can of beer from where it’s lying on the floor. “Who’s the guy?”

I tense immediately. “What guy?”

“The guy you missed bedtime for. The guy you’re clearly fucking.”

My lips purse. “Goodnight, Ben.”

I leave him to his depressing pyramid of empty beer cans and seek refuge in my room. My body is throbbing with the kind of slow ache that I used to find satisfying.

Except, in this case, all I feel is guilt.

It started way before Ben opened his big, fat mouth. Right around the time Ruslan flung my clothes in my face and told me, in no uncertain terms, that he wanted me out of his bed and out of his space.

Charming.

I would have loved to just fall into my pillows and wipe my thoughts clean. But I can still smell him on me. Musky, oaky, minty. I strip down and jump into the shower. The water is cold, but I don’t mind. For a few seconds at least, I’m so focused on my breathing that I forget the way Ruslan ushered me out of his apartment and practically shoved me out the elevator doors. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The building security guard had given me a skeptical look. You’re just one more in his revolving door of conquests, so enjoy it while it lasts and be prepared for when he decides he’s had enough of you.

There’s a slight chance I may have been projecting.

It’s just that it felt so good—in the moment, at least. I’d been nervous, sure. But he managed to calm me down and put me at ease.

I lost myself in the heat of his gaze and the next few hours became a whirlwind of panting, moaning, sweaty, breathy, intense sex. The kind of sex that you call your best friend about so that you can give her all the salacious details because you can’t quite believe just how good it was.

I can’t call Phoebe, though. Because telling anyone about my arrangement with Ruslan would mean forfeiting both a ton of money and a ton of good sex.

Did I say good sex? I mean great sex. I mean mind-blowing, once-in-a-lifetime, I’ll-feed-off-the-memories-when-I’m-old-gray-and-trapped-in-a-boring-marriage kind of sex.

Still, great sex aside, it’s getting harder and harder to ignore the fact that I’m exchanging sex for money. There’s a word for it…

Oh, right!

Prostitution.

In other words, I’m a whore. A whore who reeks of the man who just used her body and then discarded her when he was done.

So what does it say about me that I actually enjoy the way his scent clings to my skin?

I punish myself by scrubbing said skin raw. By the time I get out of the shower, I’m bright pink from scalp to soles. The lavender body scrub I used has successfully erased his woodsy musk. But I still catch a few oaky notes in the air when I reenter my bedroom.

Stop it. He is not your freaking boyfriend. You don’t get to have expectations. You don’t get to have feelings. And you definitely don’t get to daydream about him after.

I turn off the lights and crawl into bed. Compared to Ruslan’s foamy, softer-than-air mattress, mine feels like a plank of hard plywood.

My skin stings from my aggressive wash, but it gives me some small measure of comfort. I just have to keep reminding myself why I signed his contract.

Mostly for those kids.

Partly for myself.

The reasoning behind the decision was sound. I just need to remember the rules. I need to adjust my expectations.

Time to be a big girl now.

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