The Last Dance by Kierney Scott Read Free Book Online Page B

were quite ambitious thinking we would manage six times. Of course I’m up for the challenge. Perhaps next time we shall try to set a record. What’s your personal best?”
    Georgina shook her head and swore. She always used condoms. Always. “Fantastic. God only knows what you could have given me. I have seen the women you sleep with.”
    Roman laughed bitterly. “You are the one who is paid to fuck strange men. And you’re worried about me giving you something. So you’re not just a liar, you’re a fantasist.”
    “I’m not paid—” She started to speak but cut herself off. Explaining would mean sharing her truths, and he did not deserve them. Roman could think whatever he wanted of her.
    “You’re not paid?” Roman immediately jumped on her admission. “So you fuck strange men and bug their homes out of some sort of loyalty to the American government. That’s taking patriotism a bit far. I would hope you are at least reimbursed for the wear and tear on your pussy. Perhaps your next stop should be a clinic.”
    Anger clawed at her like a feral cat. “I have always used condoms except last night. I never put myself in danger like that.”
    “Look around, angel. This is danger,” he said smugly.
    “You know what I am talking about. I am talking about you fucking me without a condom. We both know that it only happened because I was unconscious and could not even give consent.”
    “Let’s get this straight. Were you planning on fucking me after you drugged me? Or was the getting naked and stroking my cock just for show? And the condoms in your purse, what were those for? Liar, fantasist, and a hypocrite. You have very few admirable qualities.”
    Georgina looked away. He was right. She had been intending to do the same thing she was accusing him of. She would have fucked him after he was drugged. The only consent she would have asked for was a hard cock. She was no better than him on that score, but she would die before she admitted that. She looked at him again. “Use whatever integrity you have left and answer me honestly. Do I need to worry about STDs?”
    Roman did not hesitate. “Not from me. I have no idea about the other men you are fucking, but you will not get anything from me. No need to worry about diseases with me though you should worry about me getting you pregnant. You would not want to return to America with a full belly.”
    “That is not likely,” she interrupted. Her periods were irregular at best. She suspected her body fat was too low to conceive. Though she had never discussed it with her doctor, she suspected her career had left her barren. It was fine; she’d never planned on a husband or family anyway, but she was not about to explain that to Roman. The important thing was there was no lasting harm from last night’s ill-fated endeavors, other than being shackled to an oligarch’s bed naked and in fear of her life.
    Georgina looked out the window at the black sky. The curtains had not been drawn. Keep him talking. “What time is it?”
    “Eight o’clock.”
    She had slept the entire night. No wonder her leg was sore. She had slept through her middle-of-the-night dose of painkillers. She tried to reach down and rub her knee, but the handcuffs prevented her. She swore again.
    Roman disappeared to the bathroom, returning minutes later with a glass of water and two small white tablets. “I won’t even make you beg.”
    Georgina opened her mouth and allowed him to place the tablets on her tongue, and then she washed them back with the water he held to her lips. She didn’t care what they were. She just needed her knee to stop throbbing. Pain could drive a person mad, and she was getting perilously close to that point.
    “I can’t tell if you’re brave or stupid.” Roman remarked.
    “I’m in pain. That trumps both of those. What did you give me?” If it was something that was going to kill her, she just hoped it did the job quickly.
    “Aspirin.”
    Georgina nodded.