Page 26 of Marrying the Mobster
She does more than that. She drives home just how right Jovan was. I want to fuck Elena—fuck her hard and fast, then slow and gentle. In my bed. In the shower. On the floor. Against the wall. I want to tear that dress off with my teeth and show her what it’s like to have someone take complete control.
My cock throbs at the thought of her on her hands and knees, taking every inch of me and screaming for more.
This idea of mine might have been genius, but it’s going to test my resolve. I need to keep my head in the game, and that means putting on a show good enough to fool Oleg. The man is too observant for me to do this in half-measures.
“Let’s go,” I say, tucking Elena’s arm into mine and leading the way outside.
A line of cars waits behind mine, filled with the men who will accompany me to this dinner. I send Marcella to one of them, needing to be alone with Elena so we can talk. Jovan closes the privacy screen before leading the procession, taking us off my property and toward the bridge gatehouse.
I look at Elena beside me, the ambient lighting of the car making her dress glow in contrast to her tawny skin.
Snatching my gaze from her long, sinful legs, I clear my throat. “There are some things we need to discuss before we arrive. First … did Marcella go over the protocols with you?”
She nods, glancing into her purse. “Yeah. Russian men are flirtatious, but I shouldn’t encourage them beyond simple friendlessness. It might be misinterpreted.”
“Good. What else?”
“Oleg is old-fashioned and so are his men. I’m to do my best to be ladylike and not speak to the men unless directly addressed. Also, they take great pride in the appearance of their women. To meet their approval, I must make sure to keep up my appearance—touch up my lipstick after dinner, fix my hair, all that noise. I have everything I need for that.”
“Yes, that’s right. Also, the women are possessive of their men. They’ll get jealous if they notice anyone admiring you. Don’t pay them any mind. Your goal tonight is to charm Oleg and make him think we’re a couple.”
Elena swivels her head toward me and scowls. “Are you serious?”
“I couldn’t be more serious about this, Elena. It’s very important for us to be successful tonight. Oleg has to believe I’m in love, so he’ll stop shoving his daughter under my nose.”
Elena lets out a little huff and rolls her eyes. “Great plan. There’s only one problem with it … I hate you.”
Both irritation and arousal tangle inside me at her smart-ass remark. That mouth of hers might be my current favorite thing. So fucking saucy and pouty … begging to be silenced with the thrust of my hard dick.
I bring a hand down on her thigh and squeeze, holding her gaze as I lean close. She smells delicious, like berries and perfume and whatever her hair was washed with.
“I’m not too fond of you either,gatita. But from the second we step out of this car, we are going to act like we adore each other. We’re going to eye-fuck from across the table and hold hands and act like a couple of stupid teenagers. Do you know what will happen if we don’t?”
Elena swallows and lowers her eyes, but she doesn’t reply.
“What happens, Elena?” I repeat, tightening my hold on her thigh.
Her breath is racing, and she’s trembling at my fingertips. “You’ll kill me?”
I ease my grip and stroke up her thigh, my fingertips slipping under the hem of her dress. I can’t help myself. She’s so soft and yielding. So utterly and completely mine to do whatever I want with. The feeling is intoxicating.
“Remember, it benefits you to make yourself useful for me. Right now, your use is posing as my very serious girlfriend. Got it?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Good girl,” I murmur, releasing her thigh.
We spend the rest of the ride in silence, but the tight thread of tension between us remains. I figure it will present itself as sexual tension to the Yezhovs, so I don’t worry over it. We need every advantage we can get.
When we arrive, Jovan opens the door on my side of the car. I step out, then offer Elena my hand.
Oleg owns the penthouse in one of the most exclusive buildings in the city, a towering monstrosity with blacked-out windows that sparkle in the city lights. My men follow me into the lobby, and they wait their turn to use the elevator. Elena, Jovan, and Marcella take the first trip with me.
I watch Elena’s reflection in the gleaming silver doors. She looks untouchable, her eyes shuttered and her chin high. Composure shows through her every pore.
Just before the doors slide open, I take her hand and lace my fingers through them. “Remember to smile.”
She clutches my hand back, and I notice it’s shaking. She’s not as composed as she appears.
