Page 101 of Bought By the Ruthless Pakhan

I looked at that carefully maintained face and saw only a skull painted with makeup. Pretty, sure, but I couldn't muster even a flicker of interest. Looking at her felt like a waste of energy.

"Ivan."

Her body slid down from my lap as she tried to push my thighs apart.

Fuck, something was really off.

I'd drawn a clear line between us years ago. She'd stayed in her lane. Why would she suddenly show up tonight? And if she'd convinced my guards to let her in, that alone raised questions.

Maybe...

I grabbed her chin. "What do you really want?"

Victoria's eyes shifted. "I just want to make you happy."

Make me happy?

What a joke. I didn't believe a word.

Sergei had always wanted back in. He'd definitely plant someone close to me again.

Could the mole be her?

I let go of her chin and didn't pull her away.

Let's see what game she's playing.

"Ivan, can we start over?"

Victoria saw I'd released her and got bolder.

She started tugging at my zipper, fingers stroking my soft cock.

"I know you're still angry. Everything before was my fault. I'll change, I swear I'll change..."

I was too tired to hear this fake bullshit.

These words—I'd heard them a thousand times after Anna left.

She didn't want to come back. She wanted to feed. Once my power stopped supplying her, she needed a new host.

And that host...

Could be anyone.

"Enough." I kicked her shoulder. "Victoria, get out. I lost interest in you a long time ago. Don't think you're getting anything from me."

She crashed to the floor, hit the nightstand corner, and curled up on the carpet.

But she recovered fast, yanked down her strap, and cried out. "I don't believe it! All those years together, and they don't mean more than a few days with that whore?"

"Ivan! Look at me! You love me!"

I stared at her.

She'd stripped herself naked. Her pale skin gleamed in the dim light. Not just that—she even had a butt plug in, pretending it was a tail.

How slutty. How filthy.