Broken Wolf: Moonbound Series, Book Seven by Krystal Shannan, Camryn Rhys Read Free Book Online Page A

she’d shoved Andrea’s already hot body into all manners of revealing, cleavagey, curve-hugging outfits.
    Your elbow is close, but you can’t bite it , as Babushka would say.
    “Follow.” Natalja waited until the cab door was closed, and she stood beside Vadik in her own cleavagey outfit before she led the way in to The Black Thorn . This was her second home, she’d said.
    They walked in to the pulsing lights and overtly sexual, hazy atmosphere of a dark dance club.
    Vadik tried to feel for Andrea behind him, but he kept sneaking a glance through his peripheral vision to make sure she was really there.
    He still hadn’t gotten the hang of just trusting she’d be there. He had to see for himself. It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that he was fairly certain every guy in the club wanted to get on her. But she had his collar on. That should keep most of the losers at bay.
    They wound through the dance floor, into the back of the club. A big, stocky redhead took one look at Natalja and pulled aside the velvet rope. He stood aside and kept his head down as she passed.
    With a swipe of one hand, she felt his cheek as she passed and Vadik saw a smile pass over his lips. The bodyguard didn’t make eye contact with either himself or Andrea, and merely closed the rope behind them.
    A long, low-lit hallway followed, and Natalja tossed over her shoulder, “We’re almost there.”
    Vadik straightened his shoulders and tried to channel his inner sociopath. That was the only way he could imagine treating Andrea the way he’d need to, in order to pass muster with Mistress Natalja.
    They’d been doing things wrong all afternoon. He’d look at her—trying to make sure she was safe—and get smacked. She’d make a joke—which he was learning she was quite good at—and she would get smacked.
    He’d reach for her hand to help her out of the car. Backhand on the shoulder.
    He’d rather buy a condo on the equator of hell.
    But he promised Luther he would do everything he could to help. He owed the man, and Vadik Nabatov paid his debts. Even when it involved nonsensical things like werewolves and not looking at Andrea.
    When they walked through the double doors, a round room greeted them. The carpet was deep red, and continued up to long, thick benches. Seven black doors were spaced around the circle, each with a gold number in the center.
    “We’ll be in four,” Natalja said to one of the black-clad men standing at the other double-doored entrance.
    One of the men nodded and walked to the fourth door, opening it for her. She traced her hand along this bodyguard’s cheek, just like the last, and he wore a similar smile.
    She ushered them in to the center of the room. The floor was black rubber, like a workout room, almost. The walls were similarly rubberized in places, and mirrored in others.
    Natalja pointed to one of the mirrors. “Those are one-way mirrors. There may be a club owner behind them at some point, to check on my training, because I’ve allowed them to observe if they wish. If, at any time, you wish for us to go in to closed session, just say so, and I’ll have the guard lock the observation rooms.”
    Vadik nodded. Andrea was silent behind him. He fought the urge to look back at her. Knowing he’d have to talk himself out of another erection helped. He hadn’t gotten rid of the one that’d started up on him in the cab. “Let’s begin, then.” He dropped his shoulders and took a breath. “I want to get this over with. For both of us.”
    Natalja smiled and drew off one of her long, black gloves. She held the end for a long moment, gazing at him. “This won’t be over when we’re finished at the club.”
    “I’m sorry…what?” Andrea choked out from behind him.
    “This is my first assignment for you. We’ll practice what we can here, but the real test will be how you act when I’m not there to instruct you.” She snapped the glove to her side, and Vadik felt Andrea jump