Tonight was the last night.
Viktor was leaving the country in the morning. No promises. No future. Just one final dance before he disappeared from my life forever.
I arrived at 2 a.m. wearing nothing but a long coat and heels. Room 5 was already lit in deep red and purple. Viktor sat on the velvet couch in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up, eyes burning the second I stepped inside.
“Lock the door,” he said, voice low and rough.
I locked it. Then I let the coat fall to the floor. I was completely naked underneath.
Viktor’s jaw clenched. His hand tightened on his thigh.
“Dance for me, Lena. Like it’s the last time.”
The music started — slow, heavy, sensual. I danced like the world was ending.
I moved with raw hunger. Rolling my hips, sliding down the pole, spreading my legs wide while
