Page 35 of The Tsar's Obsession
“Mmm, fuck, don’t grind on me, baby,” his breathless whisper tickled my neck. “Unless you want to end up on your knees right here…with my cock down your throat.”
To say I hadn’t fantasized about it would have been the biggest lie in the world. I wanted it all with him. For the first time in years, I began taking birth control again a few weeks ago. Just in case, I argued to myself, not because I so badly craved to be in his arms. I wouldn’t admit to that. But now…now I was ready to admit anything.
“Tell me what you actually do. Who are you?”
This was fucking it. Kirill’s hands glided on my silk dress, the heat of his skin seeping through the material, right into my blood. He was a fucking drug, and like an addict, I always came back for more. In this dark basement and secret underground, I was trapped with him but finally alive.
“See that man over there, across the room, in the black suit, sitting with a beautiful woman?” Kirill directed my gaze to the right, slightly pressing into my cheek with his hot lips. “That man is The Don. I’m meeting him next week. He’s my…Italian colleague.” I heard the words, but I wasn’t truly understanding anything, not with his right hand on my inner thigh, the other hand creeping in, lacing his fingers with mine.
“Dominic, The Don, has a lot of influence. And he’s not happy that I’m here.” This story was suddenly beginning to weigh on me. The don? Like theMafia Don?“His wife is Alessandra. She’s his greatest love and weakness. But also, his three daughters. He keeps very strict watch over them all, afraid that they will be taken from him and…used to undermine his power.” I listened intently, afraid of what those words meant. “But I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to take his wife or daughters, no. I’m going to take his power in other ways, Sunshine.”
Unsure of what my predictions about Kirill were, my brain only half processed the words, my carnal desires taking the lead instead. Every brush of his fingers pulled me into him, deeper, harder. I was sinking into his world, and fearlessly, I soaked it all in. “Keep going.”
Those lips, those hot lips that were on my cheek a minute ago, now pecked behind my ear, sending all my nerve endings into overdrive. “Mmm…you taste just like I re…like cotton candy, baby.”
Baby.
“See that man with the dragon neck tattoo? He’s part of The Triad.” In the dim lights, I was able to make out the man he was speaking about, still refusing to admit I understood.
“What’s The Triad?”
“So much to learn, Sunshine,” Kirill drawled and slid his fingertips over my neck, moving my hair to make way for his lips. “The Triad is the Chinese criminal organization, baby.”
At this, my eyes shot open.What the fuck?!But as if on cue, a ferocious kiss on my neck doused the shock, sending my hips into action once more. Kirill knew exactly how to play my body, getting what he wanted.
“W– what?” I breathed out a half-answer. “And he’s also your…your colleague?” Focus, Mia, focus.
“In a way. Our paths cross sometimes.” The truth was somewhere close by, and his words sank in slowly. The Don. The Triad. My pulse quickened once the picture was taking shape inside my head. What kind of world was I stepping into? No, what kind of world was Iin?
I should have run away. I should have jumped off his lap and walked out; that was the logical thing to do, but my body refused to move. Instead, I let his hand press me into him more—closer.
He was danger, fear, and desire all mixed into a cocktail that I was determined to drink to the last drop.
“And you? What’s the Russian word…for their criminal organization? For the mafia?”
I knew.
I knew what the word was, and as if overrun by spiders, my entire body slightly tingled when I finally put it all together.
“Bratva. And I’m the Tsar, baby.”
The Tsar.
Holy fuck. What did I get myself into?
As if he could read my mind, his gaze softened, but he never looked away, confident in the groundbreaking message he just delivered.
Why wasn’t I running? Why wasn’t I swatting away his hand that now rested right between my legs, possessively, like he owned me? Because I didn’t fucking care who he was.
Because all I saw and understood was how I felt beside him. He was magnetic, and I was being pulled in stronger than ever.
Just one night.I could get away with just one night.
I wanted a taste. I was always the good girl. I worked hard, I did as expected of me, and I followed the rules, but not tonight, not now, not withhim. Those jade eyes seduced me, beckoned me with all their power, and drove me mad...until I gave in and brushed my lips against his, giving into the feeling of comfort and protection.
"Mmm," his voice echoed through my heart and mind, and I let it happen. At first just slightly, just a touch, but then my logical brain kicked back in. I pulled back as if burnedby hell’s fire, unsure and shaking like a leaf. But it was futile because his hand was already on the back of my neck, taking possession of what I allowed. He crashed his lips with mine, igniting all of me, every inch of my body and soul.
So soft. So warm. So dominant. So mine.Mine!
