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“What if I'm in love?”
“I want to bang your head against the wall until you change your mind.”
“Perla!” I backed away from my sister's explicit threat.
“Look what you're talking about, Pietra. He is the head of the Russian mafia. This isn't going to end well for any of us, especially you.”
“But dad loves our mom.”
“The Russians don't love anyone.”
I gritted my teeth but ended up looking down and recoiling in the face of my own disappointment. I wanted to say that my sister was wrong, but I couldn't do that. I had asked Mikhail about love and the answer he had given me was not the most pleasant and much less the one I wanted to hear.
“You are right.” I sat down on the bed and put my hands on my knees, rubbing them hard.
“Are you listening to what you are saying?”
“Yes.”
“Great. Because the last few times it went in one ear and out the other.”
“Imagine if they said you couldn't be with Luca.”
“You know the situation is completely different, don't you?”
“Yes.” I fell silent when I realized that there were no more arguments.
“Sis,” she let out a long, deep sigh. “Seriously, you need to stop.”
I nodded.
“I'm going to the bathroom.” I got up and slipped out of the room with an excuse to end that conversation once and for all.
I locked myself inside the room and placed both hands on the marble countertop. I raised my head and looked at my reflection in the mirror. The tears flowed down, smearing my makeup. I was lost between what I really wanted and what was right for my family.
I could even swear that I would never look for him, respond to a message or get involved with him again, but in reality, it would be much more difficult to keep that promise. I didn't know how to deal with the situation, much less with the desires I had for Mikhail Orlov.
Chapter twenty-one
I hit the bathroom tile with both hands open. I gritted my teeth and growled like a ferocious dog. I didn't know how to deal with frustration. As a Pakhan I should have the world, be the lord of everything and nothing stand in my way. Among all my possible difficulties, I didn't imagine that a woman would become the biggest one.
Pietra Bellucci is very young and beautiful, but she didn't seem interested enough to put me at the center of her priorities,or maybe she was playing with me with rules I didn't know. Worst of all, even though I was losing, I had become addicted and couldn't back down before it was too late.
I had her in my arms, close enough and at the same time I felt her far away when she shied away and made me stop. If she were acting like that so we wouldn't get involved before marriage, I could understand, but I was willing to marry her, so why didn't she just come with me to Russia?
Of all the women I could want, did I have to want the most impossible one?
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, feeling the water running down my temples and my entire body.
I remembered our moment in that public bathroom. For the last four years all I've wanted most was to touch her, kiss her and feel her body on mine. I had finally achieved it, but I wasn't satisfied.
I bit my lower lip to avoid a howl of frustration. I was panting and I noticed my chest rising and falling in a frenzy.
I touched my cock and gasped with all the repressed need. My mind flooded with images of her, with the sensations of her skin and her smell. I was shaking with an overwhelming need to have more of Pietra. I thought coming to Italy would solve my problems, but it only seemed to intensify them.
I wanted her and that kiss had only fueled my need for more. My soul wouldn't be satisfied until I could feel her body on mine and relieve all that wild, unstoppable desire that was consuming me.
I started to move my hand, moving up my length, imagining what it would have been like if I had finally enteredher. I wanted to mark her with my body and make her understand that she was mine and there was no one else I wanted so much. That need was so great that it caused me pain.
