“But it’s your girls’ night out!”
“Ciara, please understand.” She tensed in my arms, but then sighed heavily.
“Fine, you weren’t into it much anyway, despite the few shots you’ve taken.” She gave me a soft peck and giggled. “This guy will keep me plenty occupied.” I bet he could.
With that, I took out my phone, ordered an Uber, and passed by Sonya who looked at me surprised. What was this girl’s deal anyway?
The car arrived pretty quickly, along with the valet guy, who wore a suit and grim expression. Huh, weren't they similar to waiters? When did he have time to change? I sat inside and was about to close the door, when Dominic rushed inside and covered my mouth with his palm while I screamed into it. Ignoring me, he directed the driver, “To my hotel, Vlad.” And the car moved smoothly yet speedily forward.
Dominic removed his hand, placed me on his lap quickly and so skillfully, as if I weighed as little as a feather, so we could face each other. “That’s better, darling.”
“This is kidnapping!”
He laughed, resting his head on the leather seat. “Call the police.”
Instead of dialing the number, I folded my arms and glared at the guy. God, this situation was so freaking stupid! “What do you want from me? You came here as Oliver’s partner, and all you do is harass me!”
His eyes narrowed, while he snarled, “I’m not his partner. I don’t do business with idiots. And last time I checked, never once did you push me away, so who exactly am I harassing?”
Blinking a few times as this information settled in, I’d just decided to speak, when the car suddenly stopped, making me lose my balance. I’d have fallen if not for Dominic’s strong arms.
“Out, Pakhan.” To not recognize this voice was impossible. We grew up together and were always supposed to marry.
Or so was the plan between our fathers when we were kids. “Lorenzo?”
Almost like a movie, similar scenes played in my mind, only the difference was the black-haired man who always appeared in my nightmares.
Lorenzo. Was it him? The good-looking man didn't resemble the monster that haunted me.
His name sent shivers down my spine. I stilled and only snapped out of the fear overpowering me when I registered that Dominic had exited the vehicle, picked me up in his arms, and walked through the lobby of the five-star hotel. He pressed the button on the elevator. It dinged and he entered. He threw me curious gazes, probably wondering why I wasn't struggling.
Truth be told, I had no answer for that question. However, while we rode the elevator to the seventh floor, I understood with clarity that my life belonged only to me and I could live it only once. With men in my dreams and nightmares, a fiancé who inspired zero emotions in me, and a father who could be so cruel… Dominic Konstantinov was the only man who provided an aura of dominance with safety, the only man who my body craved. Why not explore it then for just one night? Forget about all the problems, responsibilities, memories that didn't seem to stay, and family… and just live in the moment?
Dominic rushed toward the third door on the left, entered it, and the door closed with a loud click.
I’m yours, Pakhan. Only for one night.
Dominic
The moonlight shone brightly in the hotel room. It had huge windows with no curtains, as per my request. While we could admire the beauty of Florence and the moon along with stars, the outside world couldn't see us. I wanted to be able to see every inch of her skin during our night together, on the soft bed where she’d be the most comfortable. As much as I needed to fuck her all night long, Rosa wouldn't be able to handle my desire all at once. One year of celibacy could turn meinto a beast, and she needed a gentle lover tonight.
And she’d get him. I knew she must have come to some kind of conclusion in her head for her to approve staying, and I didn't give a shit. We belonged to each other, and the outside world could wait.
Placing Rosa on her feet, our eyes clashed for a second and then she smiled shyly. She licked her full lips,fucking kill me, and whispered, “I’ve never done this before.”
Possessiveness rushed through me, threatening to snap my control and just attack my woman on the spot. The fucker had never touched her. She’d stayed as faithful to me as I’d stayed to her. I palmed her face, resting my forehead on hers, and whispered back, “I’ll guide you.”
She nodded then turned around, giving me her graceful back, essentially allowing me to undress her. Tugging the zipper all the way down, I spun her around again while the dress fell to her feet, leaving her standing in heels and lacy red panties, hugging her ass perfectly, but at the same time showcasing the sexy cheeks.
Fuck me.
Not taking my eyes away from hers, I reached the back of my shirt and pulled it over my head, and then removed my shoes and belt. The jeans dug painfully into my hard-on, which she didn't miss, a whimper escaping her.
“Soon, baby. All yours.” Not giving her much time to think, I wrapped my arm around her waist and hugged her close, pressing her mouthwatering breast with pink, pointed nipples to my chest. I groaned at the feel of her hot skin. Lacing my other hand in her hair, I brought our lips closer and finally connected our mouths with a deep, passionate kiss that only two long-time lovers could share. The kiss was like coming home after a long journey, creating awareness where I didn't have to be anyone else but Dominic with her. Pakhan of the Bratva surrounded by death and betrayal simply didn't exist with her.
My lungs burned with lack of oxygen and I let go, while she gulped for a much-needed breath. Pushing her toward the bed, she followed my lead, but not before removing her own shoes and then climbing onto the mattress with her back to me, and God, was she testing my patience. Rosa possessed the grace of a cat, arching her ass in a way that made me want to pound her from behind for hours. She glanced over her shoulder, studied my reaction, and then giggled.
Little minx.
