“Dominic, I’m sorry,” Sonya said.
I nodded and, without a backward glance, followed my woman in time to see her hop in Lorenzo’s car and then drive off at a high speed into the night. Vlad already held the door open for me, while Vitya laughed his ass off.
“Trouble in paradise, huh?”
“Idi nahyi.” Which basically meant fuck you in Russian, but it only amused him more.
With all those displays of rebelliousness, she made something abundantly clear for me.
She didn't need a tame Dominic who would be a romantic soul to woo her ass.
She needed the pakhan of the Bratva, and she’d finally get him.
Rosa
Entering the house, I passed by my dad, who was deep in conversation with Lucretia. I warned, “Not a word.” He raised his brow, but shrugged as I ran toward the garden. My hands itched to fire several bullets to settle down the fury seeping through every bone in my body like a blazing wildfire.
Want to taste our wine, Dominic?
You look so good, Mr. Dominic.
Mr. Dominic. Blah blah blah.
Sonya couldn't make the fact clearer, if she tried, how much she wanted my man to fuck her senselessly right on the spot. And why the hell did he hesitate?
This whole dating thing ended up being confusing as hell and didn't bring me much joy, because my body buzzed and longed for a thing I couldn't name, and Dominic wasn't delivering. Stopping outside for a deep breath, I clenched my fists in frustration.
Cold metal circled around my neck as the cross rested on mycollarbone. Strong hands wrapped around my waist as my back was pulled in to a hot chest, and my breath hitched. Peppermint breath fanned my cheek as Dom’s gentle fingers removed the hair strands from the crook of my neck and his lips trailed down to my shoulder, leaving small bite marks in their wake.
“Why did you go,krasavica?” he mused, as his left hand slowly slid up, leaving burning sensations all over my stomach, and ended up on the underside of my breast as he palmed it gently. Pressing his lips to my ear, he murmured, “Answer me.”
Shaking my head in denial, because the last thing I wanted to admit to him was the jealousy I felt toward the hostess or the longings I couldn't name or explain, but Dominic couldn't accept it. In an instant, he spun me around and took my mouth in a passionate kiss, pushing his tongue deep, entwining it with mine, and I groaned as his hands palmed and squeezed my ass.
He picked me up, allowing my legs to wrap around his waist as my hands tangled in his hair. My black, silky hair acted like a shield, covering our intimate moment from prying eyes as we continued to kiss. His lips nipped mine, sucking on my lower one and then tugging it, and immediately soothed it with the velvet touch of his tongue.
“I want to devour you.” He tugged on the cross on my neck and I cried out in pain as the chain dug a bit too roughly into my neck. “So everyone’d know who made you feel this way.” He sucked harder on my neck. “So they’d know to never come closer than fifty feet of you.” He groaned in pleasure. “Fuck, how I wish it would happen.” He pressed his head tighter to me as mine swirled with all kinds of electrifying sensations I had no idea existed. I couldn't help but wonder about my dad inside my house.
“Someone could see us.”
Capturing my mouth with his for a short kiss, he replied while we took a moment to breathe, “Let them.”
Palming his head and stilling any movement, I begged, “Not my dad, please.”
He clenched his fist, wrapping my hair around it, and held my back with the other, as he walked to the greenhouse, confusing me.
“Why not an alcove?”
He sent me an odd look. “Really? It opens up right on his window.”
Hanging my mouth open, which probably was very unromantic-like in this situation, but… “His room is located at the far end of the house.”
He shook his head in disagreement. “Darling, tell me whatever you want, but it’s his room.” I probably would have argued ‘til my last breath, but then we entered the greenhouse, and the humidity and smell of orchids overpowered everything else. He placed me on the bare wooden table as his hands pulled my knees apart and he stepped between them. His amber eyes held mine, as he gently ran his knuckles over my cheek.
“I’ve never had sex,” I blabbed, and he blinked a few times in confusion. He had been dating me for a month, and I suspected that maybe he thought we’d seal the deal then, but no such stuff.
As much as I wanted him, sex just wasn't on my mind right now. “So we won’t have intercourse,” I voiced. Man, how lame was that? Way to ruin a moment. Since he still stayed silent, I got nervous and lashed out. “Well, if that’s all the action—” I shifted my hips to slide to the side and leave, but he grabbed my hips, digging his fingers in painfully, as his intense stare caused my breath to hitch, and I was afraid to move.
“I know.” He swallowed. “And trust me, I’m honored I’ll be your first and last.” The butterflies flew in my stomach, but at the same time, his chauvinistic, archaic thoughts pissed me off.
