Page 30 of Marrying the Mobster
“Excuse me,” I mutter, putting out my cigar in the nearest ashtray and making a beeline toward them. Instead of addressing Viktor, I take hold of Elena’s arm and pull her away.
“What the—”
Her protest is cut off by a sharp look from me, and she remains silent as the entire party watches us leave the room.
Elena’s heels click on the tiles as I lead her away from the open door, light spilling into the hallway. Once we’ve gone far enough that I’m sure we won’t be overheard, I stop and push her against the wall.
“Diego, what the hell?”
“Shh,” I whisper, bracing one hand on the wall and leaning in. “In a few seconds, we are going to have an audience. Relax.”
She releases a slow breath, but her body remains stiff as mine comes up against it. We’re pressed together so tight I can feel her every inhale, smell the sweet wine and rich custard on her breath.
“Look, I wasn’t flirting or anything. Viktor was coming on strong and you kind of abandoned me in there. I didn’t know what to do.”
I touch her shoulder and let my fingertips trail down her arm. “I know,gatita. I’m not mad at you.”
“Then why did you … oh, I get it.”
I lower my head and let my nose nuzzle against hers. “Smart girl. If they think I’m jealous, it just makes us look more authentic. When Oleg comes out here, he’s going to see a man reminding his woman who he belongs to.”
She shivers, her arm breaking out with goose bumps as I run my index finger up and down the tender skin. Now that my hand is on her, I can’t pull it away.
“How am I doing?” she whispers, biting her lip. “It’s tense in there.”
“Welcome to my world. You’re doing just fine,gatita. Oleg is taken with you, even though he knows you’re competition for Nataly.”
Elena wrinkles her nose. “Did you really consider marrying that porcelain doll? She seems … empty. Like nobody’s home.”
My lips quiver, and I’m laughing before I realize it. “Is that jealousy I hear?”
She snorts and puts a hand against my chest to push me away. I resist, edging so close she can’t move without grinding that delicious body of hers against me. Not that it would make much of a difference. I’m as hard as a fucking stone, every part of me straining toward her.
“Please,” she mutters. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
Gripping her chin, I tip her head back and stare into her eyes. “I don’t have to flatter myself. The looks you’ve been giving me all night are enough.”
“I’m playing the role you forced on me.”
“A role you accepted when you agreed to do whatever I say,” I correct her. “A role you’re fulfilling well, by the way.”
“You too,” she breathes, her gaze dropping to my mouth as I loom over her, breathing in her intoxicating scent. “Is that why you’re … doing this?”
‘This’ doesn’t refer to me dragging her out of the room or standing so close. We both know she’s referring to what I’ve already made my mind up to do.
“No,” I murmur against her mouth, heavy breaths tangling between us. “I’m doing this because I want to.”
She whimpers when I kiss her, my lips hard and demanding. The first taste of Elena sets me off, and what I meant to be a quick show for Oleg—who Iknowis watching from the door—turns into something else entirely.
I lick at the seam of her lips, prodding her mouth open to accept me. Her tongue is rough and slick, pushing against mine with the same desperation coming off me in waves.
I grind against her, groaning into her mouth at the softness and warmth reaching me through her dress. Her nipples are hard against my chest, her pelvis pushing against mine when she arches her back. I’m going at her like a man possessed, my hands traveling her body while I bite and lick and suck at her lower lip. She’s fucking intoxicating—a shot of the finest Scotch, a hit of the strongest drug. I cup a breast and squeeze hard enough to draw a yelp from her, my dick pulsing at the feel of such soft, giving flesh. I slip the fingers of my other hand beneath the hem of her dress, finding the underside of her ass. I trace the smooth, round cheek, making her shudder in my arms. Then, Elena squeals into my mouth as I give that perfect ass cheek a light smack, then grab it and squeeze. She’s kissing me back, writhing against me and driving me crazy with the scrape of her fingernails through my hair.
Lifting her leg and draping it around me, I knead her thigh and push into the opening between her legs. The thin, silky covering of a thong is the only thing in the way of what I want. It would be so easy, and with how cranked up I am right now, it would be quick. I’m shaking, losing hold of my self-control. I wouldn’t care if the entire party gathered around to watch; I’m two seconds away from snatching that thong to the side and fucking her against this wall.
Elena snaps us out of the dangerous haze we’re in. She pushes me away, her raised foot falling to the floor. I stop myself just short of forcing her back against the wall and picking up where I left off. But a glance over my shoulder proves we’ve been successful. Oleg’s broad back disappears into the room, so I assume he saw everything.
Resting against the wall across from Elena, I watch her with hazy eyes, my cock so hard it’s painful. She pulls her hem down, her lips puffy and her eyes glittering in the darkness. If we stay like this much longer, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from dragging her into the nearest empty room.
