“They’ll live.”
Taken aback by his cold reply, I searched for any sign of softness on his face but came up blank. Where was the man who whispered that I was hiskrasavica? “You have no heart.”
He chuckled, although it lacked any humor, nodding in the process. “My heart is not with me, correct.” Not understanding his vague answer, I didn't have much time to dwell on it as the plane door opened and the stairs were waiting for us. “Let’s go.”
I wanted to rebel, but staying here wouldn't do me any good, so with my chin held high, I followed. My jaw almost hit the ground as three cars with at least seven people all wearing black suits and holding guns greeted us. The driver of the middle Mercedes held the door open for us, happiness sparkling in his eyes. Why the hell would our appearance evoke such emotions?
“Where are we going?”
“To Bratva headquarters.”
“What?” I shrieked, as we reached the bottom stair, and I scanned the environment for a way out. The man had completely lost his mind. Folding my arms, I gritted, “I’m not going anywhere with you.” With that, his calmness vanished, and he came at me with the speed of lightning.
I guess you can poke a bear for only so long before he reacts, and oddly enough, the familiar thrill of desire shook my body.
Forget about him going insane. We had both joined the land where common sense, rules, and obligations didn't exist.
God help us both.
Dominic
Not caring in the least for her outburst, I dipped down and threw her over my shoulder while she called for help, which was useless really, considering my men surrounded us.
Vlad already held the door open for us, and I swiftly sat inside with her on my lap while barking the order, “Headquarters.” He nodded, and in a second, the car moved rapidly as she tried to get away from my lap, but my hands held her hips firm, not allowing even a small wiggle. God knew my dick couldn't handle any more temptation before I’d snap and take again what rightfully belonged to me.
“Where are we?” she shouted, slapping me so hard her nails grazed my cheek, but I didn't give a shit. Holding her wrists, I pushed them behind her then squeezed her right hip harshly while moving my face close to hers. She breathed heavily, her air fanning my face, and the smell of roses and lavender enveloped me.
“In Russia. Where your home is.”
Her eyes widened and the hazel in them sparkled with anger. Her mouth opened to protest, but I shut her up, capturing her lips in a hot kiss that she resisted at first.
Five seconds later, her struggles subsided so I let her hands go, and she slid them up my neck, bringing me closer as our tongues entwined. Lifting her slightly, she straddled me with her knees on either side of my waist, and unconsciously she started to grind on me. I grabbed her hair harshly, making her moan, and I trailed my lips lower to her neck, licking the mark of ownership I’d left there earlier.
“This is—”
Not in the mood for another bullshit excuse, I kissed her again, craving to be inside her, almost coming on her taste as nothing in this entire world felt like her.
Unfortunately, it didn't last long as the car arrived at our destination, parking right outside the building, and by the sound of it, Vlad was already getting out.
Rosa leaned back, her face flushed with desire and her full lips red from the kiss, and satisfaction ran through me seeing her like this.
My men were not allowed to admire that beauty, so I shifted her so that one hand was around her back and the other was under her knees as she practically lay on me.
“What the hell—?”
Vlad opened the door, and I stood up with her in my arms in one swift move, and only then did my woman remember to hate me again.
Sighing inwardly, I prayed for patience to deal with this shit.
Rosa
“Let me go, you freaking psycho!” I shouted, and hit Dom’s chest, but he didn’t budge. He continued to walk with determination written all over his face toward the main entrance of the huge mansion.
The vast building spread horizontally as though divided into different sections. Made out of brown brick, it probably could withstand fire and tornadoes. Several windows had balconies, and the whole thing was surrounded by forest. Metal bars with cameras surrounded the area, so no one could enter without permission—or escape, for that matter. Overall, the mansion reflected affluence, but at the same time hopelessness and depression, because the green grass had no flowers, fountains, or trees. Just concrete paths for long walks and a wide parking area for numerous cars, motorcycles, and… was that a panel van? Deciding to dwell on this place later, I continued my tirade. “Who the hell do you think you are, kidnapping me two days before my own wedding?”
His jaw ticked, as his arms tightened around me. “Your man,” he replied simply once again, although his voice was strained. His words sent tingling sensations through my body as it hungered for his touch, remembering our night together.
Only one night, dammit!
