第一章

作者本作者的第二篇来了！

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The hotel room was an assault on the senses. Deep, blood-red velvet draped the walls, and the air hung thick with the scent of jasmine and something muskier. A single, absurdly shaped chair sat in the corner, and the centerpiece of the room was a vast, circular bed, its sheets black silk.

Soviet stood rigidly in the center of it all, his military-grade boots looking profoundly out of place on the plush carpet. He’d been led here under the guise of a high-stakes security briefing. He should have known. The location, the cryptic instructions… it all screamed trap. But the client was America, and his payments were obscenely generous.

The door clicked open. America sauntered in, a vision of gaudy wealth in a gaudier hotel. His jacket was embroidered with sequins, his smile all sharp, white teeth and predatory charm.

“Soviet! You made it. Glad you found the place,” America drawled, locking the door with a definitive thunk.

Soviet’s voice was a low, gravelly rumble. “This is not a secure location. This is a… themed suite.” He spat the words out as if they were poison.

“Themed? Oh, you mean the ambiance?” America chuckled, stepping closer. He circled Soviet, his eyes tracing the broad lines of the mercenary’s shoulders, the tactical webbing still strapped to his chest. “I picked the theme myself. Called ‘Midnight Rendezvous.’ Tacky, isn’t it? But it grows on you.”

“What is the meaning of this, America? My contract is for security, not… entertainment.”

“But that’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.” America stopped in front of him, so close Soviet could smell his expensive cologne. “I’ve been watching you. All that brutal efficiency. That terrifying focus. It’s a fucking masterpiece. And I’m a man who appreciates fine art.”

America reached out, his fingers brushing against a strap on Soviet’s vest. Soviet didn’t flinch, but his jaw tightened, a muscle twitching dangerously.

“You lured me here under false pretenses,” Soviet stated, his cold blue eyes fixed on America’s smug face.

“I incentivized you to come to a place where we wouldn’t be interrupted.” America’s hand moved from the strap to cradle Soviet’s jaw, his thumb stroking the stubbled skin. Soviet’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away. The contract, the money… it was a chain.

“I am not for sale in this way.”

“Everyone is for sale, comrade,” America purred, his voice dropping to a whisper. “It’s just a matter of finding the right price. And for you? I’m willing to pay a fortune.”

He leaned in, his lips hovering inches from Soviet’s. “So, what do you say? Let’s negotiate.”

Soviet remained frozen for a long moment, the war between his professional pride and a dark, unwelcome curiosity raging behind his stony expression. Finally, his hand came up, not to push America away, but to grasp his wrist. The grip was firm, almost painful.

“You will double my rate,” Soviet growled, his voice thick with a mixture of contempt and something else. “And you will not speak.”

A brilliant, victorious smile spread across America’s face. “Deal.”

作者下章有翻译哦！！！

那个，这个是英文，请不要屏蔽，可以看，感谢各位大哥大姐，这次让我过了吧！！话本小说的各位大哥大姐，我并没有写错什么，只是用了英文，请放过！！