I grabbed the collar of Vadim’s coat and dragged him out of his chair toward the back door. Then I realized I knew those feminine moans and stilled, a dark chuckle escaping me. “You reek of desperation, Nadia.” “You probably reek of your American!” she called out breathlessly between the steady slap of flesh. Kostya dropped a few peanuts, his eyes going dark. I gave him a warning look and nodded to the back door, telling him to get out there now. He got up and stalked out. “She’s the reason you’ve been ignoring me, isn’t she?” Nadia asked from over Andrei’s shoulder, seeming to only tolerate his thrusts now. Apparently, he was fine with it. His pace picked up. “Your jealousy is becoming a nuisance,” I returned harshly. I was surprised Nadia thought I would have a problem with her fucking someone else when I never gave a shit before. Hell, Pd even watched her with others. She either thought my feelings had changed, or this was merely a desperate attempt for attention. “You haven’t come to see me in weeks!” she whined. “What was I supposed to do?” Dry amusement filled me at the fact she believed this was her best option. I tightened my grip on Vadim’s coat collar when he tried to escape to get a better view. “You need therapy.” “Me?” She sounded confused. Andrei groaned, and I pulled Vadim to the back door, finished with the conversation. “Wait!” Nadia pleaded. “Come over tonight.” “No thanks,” I chuckled. “I’m not a fan of queues.” My skin crawled at the thought of fucking Nadia ever again. Pd rather stick my cock in a seedy gloryhole. Not to mention, I hadn’t been using a condom with Mila and refused to wear one now. I may not want to think about her, but I knew I wouldn’t have the willpower to stop fucking her, so that meant my dick had her name on it for the time being. Fuck . . . That sounded like monogamy. Odd the thought didn’t seem to bother me as long as Mila was in my bed. “Andrei, you have a minute to finish her off, then get your ass out here to unload.”