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I climb out of the car and walk around to her side, pulling open the door and helping her out. I don’t release my hold on her arm once she’s standing next to me, instead using my grip to guide her toward the bank of elevators.
“How long will I have to stay with you?” she asks. “I have school and showcase coming up. I can’t just stay locked up in your apartment.”
She really has no idea what’s happening to her. A feeling dangerously close to sympathy slices through me, but I push it away. I can’t allow this girl to make me soft. Not when the stakes are so high.
She steps into the elevator ahead of me, and I fall behind, my eyes dropping to her jean clad ass, and I have to fight the need to reach out and trace my hand over her perfect mounds. She turns around, and that snaps me out of my daydream. I step to her side before pressing my keycard against the scanner.
“You are staying with me until it’s all sorted out.”
“I will lose my scholarship if I miss classes.”
“That’s not something you need to worry about.”
In fact, losing her scholarship will be the least of her worries if she is caught by anyone from either of the three mob families. She is safest with me. But I can see by the way she twists her fingers in front of her and bites on her lower lip that this thought worries her. She’s showing more concern over her schooling than she did over the prospect of marrying a monster. Looking at her in the reflection of the elevator doors, I silently vow to do whatever it takes to ensure that she’s able to stay in school.
The elevator doors slide open to reveal my lavish penthouse. The scent of luxury is still something I am not used to after growing up in poverty. The high floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the breathtaking city view still feels foreign to the kid who used to sleep in a little shoebox apartment with five other people.
Katya follows me across the polished marble floors and past the modern artwork adorning the walls. She doesn’t spare any of it a glance. But when she reaches the living room, she stops dead.
“You play the piano!” She jumps, rushing past me to the grand piano in the corner of the living room. All of her earlier anxiety is washed away as she settles on the bench and lightly draws her delicate fingers along the lines of the piano. I follow her into the living room, settling on the plush velvet sofa as my little prisoner traces the keys with her petite fingers, and I can’t help but picture those fingers on me.
And how those neatly kept nails would feel scratching their way up my back as I thrust my fat cock into her and mark her as mine. My cock swells in my slacks, pushing hard against my fly as I picture her trembling fingers braced on the piano, body shaking with pleasure as I fuck her from behind...
I shake my head to be rid of the image, and instead, focus on what she’s doing. There is an easy smile on her pretty lips as she presses a single key before swinging around to look at me, and suddenly, all I have in my head are thoughts of us together on the small bench, the little redhead riding my cock as she plays the piano.
Fuck!
I can’t think about this now. I didn’t bring her here to sleep with her. There would be hell to pay for touching her, but she makes it hard for me to think of anything but her perfect body.
Everything about her tempts me.
“Luca?”
I look up, and our eyes lock. She must read something in my gaze because she gasps, and I figure I must’ve been unsuccessful at hiding the heat swimming in them.
“Did you say something?” I rasp, my voice thick with desire for this forbidden fruit. My cock is hard and aching, and I know it’s only going to get worse.
“I asked if you play the piano,” she repeats.
“I don’t,” I say, rising from my seat and walking toward her. “The person I hired to design this place said the piano added a touch of sophistication to the room.”
“That’s an expensive ‘touch’ to add to a room,” she says breathily when I lean against the piano, and I can tell that she can feel the tension between us too.
“It was,” I agree nonchalantly.
It would take so little effort to reach down and touch her, skim my fingers over her rosy cheeks and watch those molten eyes flutter to a close. So easy to erase the distance between us and sweep her lips into mine with a kiss I know we both want, but . . . I can’t do that.
Katya could be either the key to my future or my downfall. Everything hangs in the balance. There are three ruthless mob bosses who would do anything to put their hands on her. And If touch her, I’ll never let her go. I will make her mine.
Mine!
I shake my head in an attempt to silence the needy voice at the back of my mind, but it doesn’t do much as the voice only grows louder, demanding that I claim what belongs to me.
I found her, so she is mine!
Damn my boss and the rest of the old relics that only want to use her for their own gain!
Mine!
