Page 15 of Marrying the Mobster
She finishes off her tequila and then stands up. Shooting Jovan a look that could kill, Marcella grabs the hem of her dress and hikes it up at least two more inches before sauntering away with her friends.
Jovan sits up straighter, a look of disbelief wiping the smile off his face. “Are you just gonna let her walk around like that? I think I saw an ass cheek.”
I roll my eyes. “No, you didn’t. And if you did, you’d look away before I pluck your eyes out.”
He doesn’t flinch at my threat, because we both know it would never happen. Jovan likes his women experienced and respects me too much to even think about Marcella like that.
“She’s going to get someone killed tonight. You know these motherfuckers have no respect for women.”
I raise an eyebrow at the irony of his words and incline my head at the women who have started making out on the couch while he’s worried about Marcella.
Glancing over at them, he grins. “Holy shit, girls, wait for me.” He turns back to me and scowls. “No one’s being disrespected here. I intend to give both these lovely ladies my full attention tonight. Orgasms for all, and the gentleman finishes last. Anyway, we’re not talking about me. Marcella getting felt up by those guys in VIP for the bachelor party, or those stupid frat boys upstairs is what I’m talking about.”
“Relax,” I say, waving a dismissive hand. “Security is wall to wall on every floor and everyone knows whose sister she is. They aren’t stupid enough to get out of hand. Besides … she could walk through here bare-assed and no one would have the right to touch her.”
“That’s very enlightened of you,” he says. “Meanwhile, you’ve been a fucking pill all day. What’s your problem?”
“Elena,” I reply.
Jovan chuckles and pulls one of the girls onto his lap. The other one slips a hand into the opening of his shirt and starts nibbling his ear. “Forget about it,jefe. We caught her and the window’s all boarded up now.”
I pour my third Scotch of the night and pluck a twist of lime from the bowl in front of me. “She’s smart. Athletic, too. She might be more of a problem than I thought.”
Jovan waves a dismissive hand. “Increase security at the house. Install a camera in her room. Shit, I don’t know what else to tell you. You’re the one who chose to take her. If you ask me, you should have popped her and Santiago both.”
“Well, no one asked you,” I snap.
“Well fuck you, too,” Jovan quips. “Relax,jefe. Have another drink. Hell, get laid. You wanna get in on this? These two might be a lot for me to handle on my own.”
The dancer in Jovan’s lap gives me a sultry look, tossing her wavy blonde hair over one shoulder. “Hell, I’ll have him for the main course and you for dessert.”
“Now, now,” Jovan says, playfully slapping her ass. “Haven’t you heard it’s better to eat your dessert first?”
“Not interested,” I reply, staring down into my Scotch. “Not tonight.”
Jovan stands and sets the blonde on her feet. The other girl—dark-skinned with braids hanging down her back—follows suit.
“Your loss,” Jovan says. “More for me.”
The three of them leave the balcony from a door leading into a suite of back rooms I reserve for my own private use. Jovan has fucked more ofCalentar’sdancers back there than I can keep track of. It’s resulted in the loss of a few girls, but no matter how much I get on his case, he won’t stop. Apparently, a revolving door of strippers is good for business. The sea of people downstairs drinking, dancing, and ogling the dancers tells me business is better than ever, so I can’t complain.
Taking a slow sip of my drink, I turn my attention to the dancer performing for only me and the two bodyguards stationed at opposite corners of the balcony. She’s gorgeous, with hair dyed a flaming red and a body made of sin. There are girls of all body types working here, even some enhanced by the surgeon’s knife, but this one is just the way I prefer my women—natural and soft in all the right places. I slouch in my chair and watch her, wondering if getting laid might not be the cure for my bad mood after all.
My dick is certainly interested, swelling against the fly of my pants. With a frustrated huff, I remember that I had the chance to get balls-deep into Ariel, the woman who sent me her sexy selfie in the red lingerie. She always answers when I call and has very few limits. With the way I’ve been feeling lately, and the stress of this merger with the Yezhovs, I should be eager at the chance to get her naked and on her knees for me. Tie her up. Spank her ass until it’s cherry red. Fuck her hard and fast, while my hand is wrapped around her throat.
Fuck.
Why didn’t I go to her? Ariel served herself up on a silver platter, but I wasn’t tempted enough to follow through.
The dancer gyrating against the pole six feet in front of me isn’t doing much for me, either, and I know exactly why.
It’s Elena. Fucking Elena with her long legs and perky tits. Elena thrashing beneath me, her curves pressing against parts of my body that sent all the blood straight to my cock.
I lean my head back and close my eyes, fantasizing about lying on top of her like I did this afternoon. Only this time, I’m grinding against the soft mound of her pussy through sexy-as-hell yoga pants, letting her feel just how hard she makes me. I wonder if she felt me getting aroused when I pinned her down, turned on by the fear in her eyes. If so, she was probably disgusted, thinking me a sick fuck.
Iama sick fuck, but in my head Elena doesn’t care. She responds when I bite her neck hard enough to leave a mark, moaning and arching her back until a nipple slips free of a shirt that’s at least two sizes too small. I lick that nipple, then bite it, making her moan even louder. She doesn’t fight me when I release her hands; she uses them to hold me closer as I run my tongue over every inch of bare skin I can find while yanking at her pants. They slip down and I find the treasure between her legs … waxed bare … no, covered in wisps of silky curls … no, decorated with a landing strip like an arrow straight down to where I want to bury my dick.
I open my eyes, breathing so hard you’d think I just ran a marathon. My erection is prominent now, protruding against the fabric at my crotch.
