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“Mr. Sokolov?” She said.
“The car.” He whispered to Roman. “Let’s go Annabella.”
“Go where?”
“Where I say.”
“Uhm, what are you doing? We can’t, you said upstairs, we talked.” At this point they were drawing attention to them and she noticed the guards stepped back, and no longer hid their boss’s actions.
“Ooh Rah!” Striker yelled out in a deep, hard tone. She jumped, and then Ivan bent down and tossed her right over his shoulder, turned and started heading out of the club.
She heard another set of “Ooh Rah’s” as she held onto him, feeling her cheeks burn and then people were clapping as if they had a clue to what was happening. They got outside and even the cool air did nothing to take away the heat on her cheeks, her pounding heart, or confused emotions dancing in her head along with the arousal and excitement by his sort of barbaric move. He set her feet down and lifted her up into the back seat of the SUV. He slid right over her body, cupped her cheek with one hand and held her hair and head with the other, keeping his weight off of her yet covering her.
“You get under my skin and somehow, make me lose focus and want things I never thought I would want never mind be able to have or capable of having. Is this wrong? Will it cause problems? Who the fuck knows. I want you Annabella. If that little spectacle back there doesn’t prove to you that it’s you I want, and you I’m staking a claim to then I don’t know what else to tell you.” She stared up into his eyes and saw something different, something raw and real. In her gut and in her heart she believed him.
“Just kiss me already.” She said and he winked, but still didn’t smile, that was Ivan, and he didn’t stop kissing her, exploring her neck, her breasts and her curves until the SUV stopped and it was time to walk. She was going to do this. Should she tell him she was a virgin or not?
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Ivan was trying not to think and to just feel. For the first time in his life, after all the things he had done, had achieved and conquered, after the pain, the loneliness, he was feeling things. Feeling desire, want, companionship and it was all because of this woman right here. He inhaled against her neck, and pulled her thigh up against his hip.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked her, feeling like he was crushing her body in the back seat of the SUV.
“No. I love the way it feels in your arms. How protected and surrounded I am by you.” She told him as she reached up and gently slid her fingers through his hair.
“Some things to get out of the way before we go up to the penthouse.” He said to her and lifted up, but instead of letting her sit beside him, he pulled her onto his lap. She was light, feminine, and a protective, as well as possessive sensation filtered through his entire body. He squeezed her to him.
He stroked her jaw and she locked gazes with him while she caressed his chest with her palm.
“You accept this tonight, you accept all that comes with it?” She stared at him, appearing as if she were trying to read his mind.
“Are you trying to talk me out of this after that display at Gables, which by the way, was completely out of character for you.” He brushed his thumb along her lip.
“You think so?”
“From what I’ve seen the past two months.” She whispered and he slid his thumb between her lips and she opened and began to suck.
“Once a Marine always a Marine.” He said and then pulled his thumb from her mouth and pressed his mouth to hers once again. The SUV bounced and then slowed down, the darkness of the underground garage obvious as they got to the secure entrance. The SUV stopped. He stared at her as the door opened and he helped her get out first, Dante taking her hand. She shyly looked away and Dante gave Ivan a wink as they headed up into the private elevator. He held her close, with his palm to her head, her cheek against his chest.
“Will you need anything else?” Dante asked.
“No. Have a good evening.” The doors closed and they were in his penthouse. He pulled back. “Come with me. I want to see all of you. All of what will be mine tonight.”
She took his hand and he guided her up the stairs to the bedroom. A room he never took any women too. A room that was his sanctuary, his retreat. Just like the one in Rockland he had.
“Ivan, I need to tell you something.” She said to him as he turned her to face the bed and slowly pulled down the zipper on her dress, letting his knuckles slide along her skin. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder.
“Tell me what, Annabella? I have condoms. Do we need them?” He asked, his warm breath colliding against her skin.
His heart was racing. His mind whirling wondering if this was right, if this would be a huge mistake and risk her life. He didn’t want that. He wanted Annabella protected, and secured. He shouldn’t be doing this. He wasn’t good enough for her. He was tainted by evil, haunted by the darkness of his actions to get here, to where he was today as a made man. She knew nothing of sacrifice, of pain, of loss like he did. Was that why he wanted to possess her so? He kissed her bare shoulder, then looked down and saw what appeared to be a tattoo and it shocked him. She turned in his arms and had to hold up the top of her dress with her hand.
“No, I have an IUD, that isn’t what I want to talk to you about.”
“Then what? Can’t it wait?” he asked and slid his hands up and down her arms and then cupped her breast.
“I’ve never done anything like this before, Ivan.” He gave a soft smile.
“I figured as much.” He stroked her nipple, she bit her lip.
