Page 130 of Tempting My Mafia Monster

“I’m not,” I cut in.

He glanced at me, meeting my lethal glare with indifference. Not fearing me only proved he had no idea what I was capable of.

“The Rostov family owns the most prestigious private equestrian empire in Europe. We have the finest breeding programmes for elite racing bloodlines worldwide.”

I stared at him blankly.

“Horses,” he offered, as if I were too simple to understand what he meant.

“I know what equestrian means,” I growled.

He looked back at Giovanni and leaned forward on the table, clasping his hands. “I want something else in return for McKenna’s location. I noticed you keep horses. They’re in magnificent form. I’m looking for a new groomer.”

Giovanni looked thoroughly confused, glancing at Alessio.

“If I’m not making myself clear, I want your horse groomer as part of our alliance.”

“Vito?” Giovanni frowned. “The young stable hand? You want Vito to work for you?”

“Да.” Aleksandr smirked, relaxing back in his chair. “Vito.”

Giovanni blinked, completely baffled by the odd request. We all were.

“It’s nothing to me.” Giovanni shrugged. “If he agrees, take him.”

“He will agree,” Aleksandr said, standing and declaring the meeting over. “Once the wedding is arranged, I will be in touch regarding McKenna’s location.”

He dipped his chin, then was escorted out of the room.

Alessio scoffed, shaking his head. “Russians. So unpredictable.”

“Can we trust him?” Giovanni asked what I was thinking. Aleksandr could be playing us. He could be working with McKenna, and this could turn into a trap.

“We have no choice,” Alessio sighed. “My instincts tell me we can, and I’m rarely wrong. The Russians want this alliance. McKenna doesn’t have what they need. We do.”

A bride.

“So now we wait,” Giovanni said, stretching his arms above his head. “I guess we should find you a wedding dress, Raya.”

I shot up out of my chair and left the room. No. I’d reached my limit. I stormed along the corridor with no idea where I was heading when I heard Raya hissing my name under her breath, trying not to draw any soldiers’ attention. I turned abruptly, heading back for her, and her jogging slowed to a halt. Her eyes widened at the look on my face.

Raw fucking possession.

“Mad–”

I grabbed her face and kissed her. Hard. After that meeting, I’d lost my fucking mind. I didn’t even care who saw. Her hands clawed at my top, partly trying to break the kiss, partly pulling me ‌closer. I walked her backward until she hit a hard surface, and I devoured her mouth with fierce hunger. Her hand reached behind her, found a door handle, and we fell through it into a small room.

We broke the kiss, panting hard, as I pressed her against the wall of… what the fuck was this? A cleaning cupboard?

“Are you insane?” she whisper-yelled, her hazel eyes wide as I caged her against the wall, needing to feel her body against mine. “If any of the soldiers or my brothers saw that, you’d be shot!”

“I’d happily take a bullet just to taste you again,” I growled, lifting her pink sundress over her head. My hand cupped her tit as I dipped down and bit her nipple through the lace of her bra, while I lifted her thigh around my waist with my other hand. She tilted her head back against the wall, her lips parting in a gasp. Her hands raked through my hair, holding me closer.

I ripped her thong down her legs and rolled my fingers over her clit. She bit her lower lip and moaned. I watched her face, mesmerised by the flush on her cheeks and eyes rolling when I eased two fingers inside her.

“So fucking wet for me. This pussy belongs to me.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please, Maddox.”