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“Hurry up.”

She set into motion with pursed lips and a frown between her delicate eyebrows. Fleetingly, her hand brushed over his cock as she unzipped his pants, and he fought a smile, knowing she was doing it on purpose.

As soon as she was done undressing him, Roman grabbed her hand and pulled her back on top of him. Her thighs clenched on either side of his hips, and he rolled them over so she was trapped between the mattress and him.

His mouth found hers, a sigh escaping her lips as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“I think I'm in the mood for something sweet,” he said, grabbing the waistband of her leggings and pulling them down her legs.

“There's some leftover lava cake in the fridge.” She laughed then yelped when he bent down and nipped the skin above her purple cotton thong.

Roman’s eyes never left her pussy as he got rid of the panties and ran a finger over her slit. “I'd rather have this.”

When his mouth kissed the juncture between her thigh and pussy, she grew quiet.

But when his tongue flicked out to taste her, she rewarded him with a breathless moan.

And when he dipped his tongue inside her, the nails digging into his shoulders made him smile.

She was his.

Always would be.

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Nero Rossetti brought the whiskey to his mouth with a frown, the lines forming around his eyebrows betraying the worry he was trying to hide behind the crystal tumbler.

From beside the large windows, Vito threw Matteo a meaningful look. Roman relaxed in his chair, smoke tendrils rising from the thick Cuban cigar resting between his fingers.

“This plan of yours, Roman. I'm not sure how safe it is,” Nero spoke, sounding as if he was trying to bring reason to the conversation.

“There's no such thing as a safe plan in this situation. We either do this or we don't.”

“Yes, but the Armenians are not to be taken lightly. They are dangerous. Unstable. They hold no value for family and go after women and children to make a point.”

Roman turned his head to look at Vito who'd spoken. “Would you rather live in fear that at any moment theycould hunt you down like a dog and kill you? We already have confirmation they are trying to eliminate both organizations.”

The man's face turned red. “But who's to say another leader won't spring up once Kasparov is dead?”

“They’ll be far too decimated to pose a threat once we’re done with them. We have to act, and fast.”

“I agree with Roman,” Matteo said. “Kasparov needs to go.”

Nero ignored his son, keeping his unrelenting gaze on Roman. “If this plan of yours doesn't work...”

“It will,” Roman said and hated that he had to convince the Don he could handle the situation. “I understand your hesitation, but what other option do we have? I've known Davit since I was old enough to be allowed around him. He put targets on our backs and there is nothing in this world that will change his mind.”

“He is just one man,” Vito muttered.

“One man with hundreds of loyal soldiers and a lot of connections. You talk as if he and his Clan are a separate thing. You think my father kept him close for so many years because he considered him a friend? He's a psychopath, and his men follow his orders blindly.”

“Hmm,” Nero murmured, and Roman couldn’t figure out if he was agreeing with him. He took another sip of whiskey, looking pensive. “Howisyour father?”

“Still in a coma,” Roman said flatly.

“I hear there are plans for you to be invested asPakhansoon. So, there is no chance for Vitaly to fully recover.”

Roman leaned forward to put out his cigar in the ebony ashtray on the desk, suddenly having lost hisappetite for it. “No. It will be me leading the Bratva from now on. I was under the impression you'd be happy about it.”

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