Page 7 of Possessive Mafia Bodyguard

My pupils will be huge too.

“This is the part where I tell you that I don’t make a habit of getting up close and personal with strangers.” His voice is hoarse, and I feel it rumbling against my chest.

“Why should I believe you?” Why would I even care? But I find myself clinging to the sound of his voice and waiting for his response.

“Because it’s the truth.” He locks eyes with me, and I feel like I’m fucking floating away in those black pools when I should be fighting back, when I should be the one in control.

If Ivana were here…

“I only have your word for it.”

“My word is my honor.”

I hardly register him moving closer until his lips graze mine like silk.

“And without my honor…” He presses a gentle kiss on my lips, and this time, there’s no mistaking it for anything else. “I am nothing.”

Then his lips meet mine, and my eyes close of their own accord as I kiss him back. He strokes my hair away from my face with one hand, and all I can feel is his tongue in my mouth, and the weight of him pressing me into the spongy grass, and his warm hand caressing my temple, my cheek, the curve of my jawline. I instinctively try to spread my legs, to ease the tingling sensation in my pussy, but there’s nowhere for them to go, because they’re swamped by his solid thighs.

Then his cock pulses against me, and I’m jolted back to reality.

I let my guard down for a moment, and I’ve screwed up a simple mission. I’ve forgotten who I am and why I’m here. I’ve allowed this man to take advantage of me, and I’ll have to report back to Leonid with no information on the Petrovs.

“I can’t breathe.” I gasp dramatically, twisting my face away from him.

And he’s so predictable, he supports his weight on his elbows to relieve the pressure on my chest.

Before he can process the consequences of his actions, I slip my hand into his pocket, retrieve his weapon, and hit the side of his face with the barrel.

It offers me enough of a reprieve to slide out from under him and press the gun to his temple while he’s still on the ground.

I’m panting, and I’m not foolish enough to believe that it’s solely down to gaining control of the situation. My pussy is aching, my panties are wet, and I know I’ll never forget his taste, but one thing at a time. I need to get the fuck out of here first and erase him from my memory later in the solitude of my room in Leonid’s house.

“Don’t move,” I say huskily, betrayed by my own body.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He slides those beautiful green eyes towards me, and I see the bruise already blossoming on his cheek bone. “Mind if I sit up? I promise I won’t kiss you again.”

Disappointment flares inside my chest and I swallow hard as I back off and give him a curt nod, retrieving my own weapons from the grass.

He raises both hands in surrender as he sits upright, knees bent to hide his erection, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Who do you work for?” I repeat my original question.

“I can’t tell you that, so go ahead and shoot me if that’s what you came here to do.”

The reminder is like being splashed with icy water. It isn’t what I came here to do. The Irish mobs aren’t even on Leonid’s radar, and shooting one of their foot soldiers without good reason will only start a war we don’t need.

I back away, his own gun still pointing at his head. “If you try to follow me, I’ll shoot.”

His lazy grin reappears, and my body tingles in response. “What’s your name? It’s a fair trade: my gun for your name, don’t you think?”

I take one last lingering look at him, sitting on the grass with his knees bent, and that beautiful smile on his face before I turn around and walk away.

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FINN

“Let me guess.” A slow smile tugs at the corners of my boss’s mouth when he eyes up my swollen face. “You stopped off at your favorite Irish bar on the way back and got into a brawl to let off steam.” His chuckle bounces off the walls of his spacious living room as he pours a hefty chug of whiskey into a crystal tumbler and hands it to me.