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She was well-endowed, sexy, perfection, and as he cupped her breast, and licked into the material of her dress she reached up to grab his hand and gasped. He immediately stopped; looked at the fearful, hurt expression in her eyes as she held her bruised wrist against her chest. The sensations encased him. The sight of her dress, shifted to the right, exposing more of her full breast, her red swollen lips, the light marks on her neck from his exploration, and he felt like a dick. Like he was just as bad as Ched.
“Fuck.” he said and then rambled curses in Russian. He wanted to pull her into his arms and that shocked him. He was supposed to be a heartless bastard. Why did this petite, sexy, way too young woman screw up his mind, his agenda and get to him so?
“Fix up, and I will accompany you downstairs.” Her eyes widened and a flash of insult, sadness went across her eyes. He saw it. She was so readable. She was too good for the likes of him.
****
Annabella felt confused, aroused, angry, and shocked. She was shaking as she walked toward her purse and then grabbed the lips gloss and headed to the full- length mirror Lucca had in the office. She looked at herself. Holy shit, she looked good, vibrant, like a woman ready for sex, if her aching pussy was any indication. She swallowed hard and hoped those red marks on her neck would disappear and weren’t love bites. Jesus, what was she thinking? She had to go downstairs like this. She had to face Lucca, the staff, Ched Maloney. As she fixed her lips and added gloss, and then fixed her top and she slid her hands along her hips, she caught sight of Ivan. Mr. Sokolov. She turned to face him.
He was breathing through his nostrils, just staring at her, looking her over.
“Let’s go.” He ordered.
When they exited the room he kept a hand at her waist. Quarters looked smug, and gave a nod to Ivan. They got into the elevator and didn’t say a word. She felt his palm against her lower back, his fingers close to her ass and she wanted to feel his hand there, she was losing her mind. This was insane. When they exited the elevator, he kept a hand at her hip and guided her, gripping her hipbone like he enjoyed the feel of her next to him. Was that wishful or maybe just lustful thinking? She was hot, bothered, and shaky right now and completely under this man’s control. If he said jump, she would probably say how high because she felt so high strung and in tune to him, to his dominance and control.
He was gorgeous, sexy, capable and so wrong for her. God, so very wrong for her. He brought her the other way, which was odd when his table was closer to the bar. As he paused, wrapped his arm around her waist snuggly, he slid her hair from her neck and leaned down close.
“You are incredible Annabella. Too sweet, too perfect, too beautiful to be manhandled and treated like just another woman to fuck.”
She was shocked at his words and the way his lips touched her skin. She closed her eyes, had her small hand over his arm, could feel the protruding muscles through his suit jacket, and as he turned her slightly, he kissed along her jaw and her eyes opened and landed on Ched Maloney.
“Now he will leave you alone.” He pulled back and stared down into her eyes.
He didn’t say another word and she once again felt angry, embarrassed, and knew why he did what he did. Upstairs, down here, it was all a show of power of one man over another, and she fell right into the submissive role. He had the nerve to say that no man should make her feel like a whore, and to sport bruises from a man, yet what Ivan Sokolov did, made her feel just like Ched did, but worse, because stupid her was truly attracted to Ivan. If he pushed for more upstairs, she would have allowed it. No man ever made her feel so good, so beautiful, so protected and so ready to let go, and what did he do? Broke her heart and reminded her that all men are scumbags.
She straightened out her shoulders as she walked past Ched and his buddies and headed toward the bar and Lucca looking like he knew exactly what was going on.
“You okay?” he asked her.
“No, but I will be.”
****
Ivan walked back to the table where Yolkov sat and Dante squinted at him but he didn’t acknowledge it.
“Drink?” Yolkov said with a smirk and poured from the bottle of vodka on the table.
Ivan had his back against the wall and a perfect view of the entire place, including Ched Maloney, and Annabella. His men looked smug, and it annoyed him. He never made a publ
ic move on any woman, but it was done on purpose to hopefully provide protection over Annabella, at least for the time being. A man like Maloney would cause more harm, then a bruised wrist. The thought disgusted him, but it was Annabella’s facial expression and words that bothered him more.
She hadn’t a clue as to what he was doing, and how his actions would protect her. She was naïve to the ways of made men, to criminals in a world she knew nothing about. Nor should someone so perfect. He thought about the feel of her in his arms, the scent of her shampoo and how he smelled it on him now. He rubbed along his lips and jaw, recalling the taste of her, and the feel of her body. She was a sexual goddess. A woman fit for a king. He downed the glass of vodka trying to push the desire, the interest away.
“You look ready to kill.” Dante whispered to him.
Ivan stared at Ched Maloney’s back as he now entertained a few women that Lucca sent over as a distraction. It seemed most of the men, and even the employees adored Annabella. They could tell she was innocent and sweet, easy prey who needed protection. Protection from men like him, as well.
****
Brook grabbed Annabella’s arm a while later as she stood by the end of the bar.
“What is going on?” Brook asked her.
“What do you mean?” Annabella asked, sliding her hands along her dress as she adjusted her position by the bar. She was watching Berin. She saw him slip something to some guy who approached the bar earlier and then to another guy a few minutes ago.
“With Mr. Sokolov. Maloney is pissed. Mica said she heard you went to Carlotto’s the other night and that Maloney made a move.”
“He did make a move and I told him I wasn’t interested.”
