Chapter Five

                                    

                                          
Kazimir
I shut the door behind us and I stared at the sexy stripper in front of me. I couldn't keep my attention off her. The first night I met her, I found her attractive and I would fuck her. Then seeing her again, I wanted to fuck even more with they way her body was on display. 
But, she told me no. Shocked that a woman would deny me. I didn't fell rejected or hurt, but it just made me more intrigued with her. She was hiding something. I could see it written all over her. There was something different about her compared to the rest of the women that worked here. 
I went and sat down on the cushioned seat in the room. I watched her as she picked her at her nail one hand. Her thumb nail scraping against her pointer. Her eyes were rational and frenzy. Now why would she react like that to my name. She ran off from just hearing my name. 
I didn't say anything for a while after I observed her. She nervously stood unsure of what I was planning, but I needed to read her body language first. She didn't say anything either, she was smart for not speaking. Proving to me more that she was hiding something. 
"Come here," I called. 
She slowly came over to me and I licked my lips as I just wanted to taste her. I looked up at the woman in front of me and I swear I wanted to do so many things to her. I wanted those pretty pink lips of her around my cock, her brown skin painted in my cum, her hair sprawled out on the bed as I take her.
"Dance," I ordered. 
"What-"
"Dance for me," I said. 
"No, I told you I don't do lap dances." 
I scoffed and I knew she was lying and that she had to be afraid of me or something from knowing my name. She didn't know who I was before, but she kept a small distance from me. 
"So that show you put on for me, you can't do it again?" 
Her eyes looked into mine and I saw the fear was raining in on her. She was scared. Her eyes gave her away, but she was trying to hide it from me. I reached out for her thong and I pulled her close to me as her belly came close to my face. 
Her skin touched my lips and I took a deep inhale of her scent. She smelled of vanilla and coconut. She gently eased my head back as she stared down at me. 
"No, you- you can't.."
"So are you going to tell me why you cower at my name and run of like I'm the big bad lion?"
I couldn't help myself and refer to myself as the lion, as I was the lion. I was the leader of the brotherhood and I fucking owned Russia. I had my hands in everything that happened around Europe. She rolled her eye sat my reference, she knows. 
Who are you? She was possibly dangerous, but I didn't feel threatened by her. I trailed my finger against her snake tattoo and she shivered a little. Goosebumps appearing on her beautiful skin. Snake? It was a smart animal, she has a connection to snakes. I kissed the small part of her thigh, before she pushes me away. 
She folded her arms over breast, but that would do no good in hiding anything from me. 
"I'm waiting for an answer."
She exhales and she runs her hand through her hair. She was getting ready to lie to me. She was trying to gain back her confidence. She was trying to push away that fear that I instill within her. 
"I have heard your name before, alright. I knew someone... they get mixed in your business," she spoke. 
"Mhm who?"
"I-I I can't remember, It's been a while, I just knew that they said you were dangerous," she stammered. 
I tried to hide my amusement as she was a good liar. I would have believed her if she didn't stutter, however I could see her beginning to feel sure within herself. 
"You remember me and not the person who told you?" 
She rolled her eyes ands he placed her hand on her hip. 
"Am I supposed to have the memory of someone who can remember things detail for detail? I'm sure you don't remember everything," she snapped. 
I smiled and I raised my brows as she had a point. 
"So what you hear my name because of what someone told you, aren't you judgemental?" 
"I doubt what you care I think, you just want to fuck me."
"I do want to fuck you, I won't deny that darling."
She gently bites her lip and covers herself once again with her arms. I don't feel the need to pry the information out of her just yet, I wanted this to last longer. I didn't need to threaten her either. She was already scared of me, but what if she tried to run? 
She was a smart woman and I could have faith that she wasn't that stupid now. My balls ached in my pants and I just wanted to release the pressure that she created in me. 
"Go," I dismissed. 
"Your letting me go?"
"I believe you," I lied, shrugging. 
She looked slightly surprised and even relaxed that I had said that. That fear that resided in her eyes were gone and she seemed on edge, but no longer fearful. She was so intriguing. She walked towards the door, but I don't let her leave without a warning.
"Do not try to run from me," I warned. 
I stared at her and I was being serious. My tone was flat and sharp, I made sure she got the point. She nodded her head, before looking at me for a brief second and leaving the room. I was alone and I laughed to myself. 
Why am I playing around with her? She already told me no and yet I still try to change her mind, convince her. All those other strippers have been trying to get my attention, but because I have been trying to her attention, I ignored them. 
I rose up from the seat and I headed towards the door. Mikhail stood guarding the door. I rested against the doorway. I had a slight view of the floor, but I move forward to get a full view. I beckoned Mikhail over as I let my eyes wander down on the crowd. 
I drifted my eyes over the strippers to see which one caught my attention the most. I let my eyes drift over to her. Her ass jiggled as she walked and I pulled my gaze away from her. My eyes landed on the blonde hair woman with her hair back into a ponytail. 
"Get her up here," I said. 
I pointed towards the blonde woman and he nodded his head. He turned away from me and went down the stairs. She was talking to one of the other girls as they had to speak to her. Her head turned in Mikhail's direction as he walked across the room. She shakes her head slightly as she expects him to come up to her.
Instead he walked right past her and went to the blonde woman that I had picked out. She stared, her brows creasing. She watched Mikhail to lead her up, before lifting her gaze to mine. I winked at her as I leaned off the railings of the balcony and put my gaze on the woman I requested.