Page 38 of Paved in Venom

“I was only thinking about you.”

“About what, though?”

“Probably not what you’re imagining. I thought of how good it had felt to wake up with your ass wiggling against my cock, about how damn good you always smell, and about your eyes. I’ll never be able to get enough of those blue eyes, sladkaya. They’re going to be the end of me.”

He gives me another wink. “The next time I do it, I’m going to be thinking about the lap dance you just gave me and about how goddamn sexy you looked when you came for me.”

“The next time?”

“Yes, the next time.” He gives a soft laugh. “You drive me fucking crazy. I can’t stay soft around you. It’s enough to drive a man insane.”

“I’m sorry,” I start to say, but he cuts me off.

“Don’t you dare apologize or feel like we need to do more. I’m fine, and I love the way you make me feel, even if it is frustrating at times. It’s a good kind of frustration. I can put up with a hard dick, baby.”

Resting my forehead against his, I relax into his touch, and I’m just about to suggest something completely insane, like maybe I could help him out with this erection problem of his, when there’s a knock at his door. Danil says something in Russian right before the door opens and Vitaly walks in.

“Well, what have we here?”

I let out an embarrassed groan and wrap my arms around Danil’s neck so I can duck my head and avoid looking at his brother.

“Are you seriously practicing lap dances without me?”

I hear him walk closer before I feel a soft pat on my shoulder as he walks by to turn the music off. The silence is even worse. I feel like they can both hear how fast my heart is beating. I know Danil can feel it because he’s moved his hand to the back of my neck, but his fingers are still on my pulse. The man apparently has a thing for heartbeats.

“I don’t know if you know this, Simona,” Vitaly says, “but I’m kind of an expert on lap dancing. I run a strip club, you’re invited to opening night by the way, and I’ve been around a lot of strippers. I could rate you if you need me to, maybe give you some pointers, that sort of thing.”

“She doesn’t need any pointers,” Danil says, and then adds something in Russian that makes Vitaly laugh even harder.

“I just thought I’d offer my services,” he says, walking back around so he’s standing behind me. “I like to be helpful like that.”

“Thanks, Vitaly,” I mumble against Danil’s neck. Both men laugh while I turn a very unattractive shade of red. “This is so not funny,” I whisper just loud enough for Danil to hear.

He kisses the side of my head and hugs me tighter against him while he and Vitaly have a conversation in Russian. Before Vitaly leaves, he pats my shoulder again and says, “Let me know if you ever want to upgrade your skills and do some pole work. I’d hire you on the spot.”

“You can fucking leave now,” Danil growls at him.

I hear Vitaly’s laughter slowly recede as he walks down the hall and back up the stairs.

“Sorry about that,” Danil says. “When we were seventeen, Matvey and I lost a bet to him, and we had to call him the sex god of our group. He was a cocky bastard before that, but ever since then, he’s been unbearable.”

I laugh into his neck, hearing the affection in Danil’s voice when he talks about his brothers.

“I like your family. I was an only child, so this is kind of nice.”

“Before we decided to become a family, I was an only child, too.”

“What were your parents like?”

“They’re not worth talking about,” he says, kissing my temple. Before I can ask anything else, he says, “I hate to say it, but I do need to go out for a bit. Vitaly didn’t only come down here to be annoying. He came to remind me of something we need to do.”

“Sounds mysterious.”

“Just work stuff.”

I lift my head. “You mean mafia stuff.”

He kisses the tip of my nose. “Bratva stuff, sladkaya. We’re Russian, not Italian.”

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