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“Is she going to stay in one of the other houses?”
“No, that was just for show. I'm going to drive you home. I have something I need to do.”
After dropping Andrei off at home, I finally park outside the tiny Mexican restaurant where I’m supposed to meet Mario. I go inside and sit at my usual table.
The waitress is already heading my way when she sees me.
“Hello, Mr. Volkov. What can I get you to drink today?”
They know me well here. This is one of the many restaurants paying me for their protection. I come here often to do business. It’s small, and the employees mind their business. “Jack on the rocks.”
“Right away, sir.”
I can go to any restaurants I own, but none are as refreshing as this one. It's not as fancy, with its yellow walls and colorful decorations, but it’s a nice reprieve from what I’m used to. I’m also a sucker for Mexican food. Maybe I can bring Sophia here. What? Get that thought out of your mind. Right as the waitress brings me my drink, Mario saunters in, and when he spots me, he heads my way. We both order what we want to eat. I get my usual steak burrito, and he orders the chicken fajitas. After I know the waitress is out of earshot, I snap at him, “You’re late.”
He makes a show of faking his innocence and looks down at his watch.
“Only for a few minutes. The traffic was bad.”
“That's no excuse.” My biggest pet peeve is tardiness.
“Sorry, it won’t happen again.”
He starts to talk business. After we get through how he plans to clear off some charges for one of my men getting caught with my merchandise, our food arrives. I’m starving, and it looks delicious. Mid-bite of my burrito, my body stiffens. The hair on the back of my neck rises, and my heart starts to beat faster. Only one person could make me feel this way. I look toward the door, and there she is. I forget how to breathe when I take Sophia in.
She has on this burgundy long-sleeved turtleneck dress—black knee-high boots. I can just picture her laid out in front of me like my own personal feast, wearing nothing but those boots. Fuck, she looks gorgeous and mine for the taking. Anger makes its way to the surface when I see her date next to her.
They get seated at a table next to the window. Her face has a bored expression on it. Maybe I can save her. The scrawny guy sitting in front of her is just chatting and seems clueless about how bored she is. Her expression helps to calm my anger at the sight of her with another man. When he goes to grab her hand, I feel my leash snap, and before I know it, I’m walking to their table, leaving Mario calling out after me.
When Sophia takes me in, she stiffens and gasps.
“Maxim, what are you doing here?”
Not giving a shit about the tool sitting across from her, I lean down, getting very close to her ear.
“Did you wear that dress just for me tonight, milaya? Because I will enjoy ripping it off your body while your tight cunt is wrapped around my dick.” I bite her ear, look at the tool she calls a date, and back at her, where I notice a fierce heat in her eyes that I can’t read. She either wants me or is extremely pissed at me for interrupting her date.
I have to walk away before I lose my shit and do something I may regret later. You seem to be doing a lot of that lately.
Walking toward the back of the restaurant, I find the exit. I don't go straight to my car. I need to walk a little to calm myself down. Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind me, and I know it's her before she touches my shoulder, and I turn to face her.
“What the fuck was that about, Maxim?” When I don't reply right away, she smacks my chest. “Why are you not answering me? Was there a need for that?”
Grabbing her wrist tightly to keep her from hitting me again, I bring them down to her sides. Her mouth opens in protest, and I lose it. The moment our lips crash, I feel a sudden electrical charge sizzle between us. She tries to push me away at first, but when I let go of her hands and squeeze her ass, she stops fighting and hungrily kisses me back. Slamming her against the wall, I let my hands start to roam her body, exploring. Fuck. She tries to pull away.
“Stop, stop, stop, please stop,” comes out as a small whimper from her, as if she doesn’t mean it. I don't stop; I can't. She tastes like my own personal piece of hell.
I push her back against the wall with my hands in her hair, kissing her deeper and harder, biting her bottom lip. That gets a moan out of her. Grabbing her legs, I wrap them around my waist. Her dress bunches up, giving me more access to press my hard dick against her cunt. She starts to move, grinding along my hardened length and building friction between us. I remove one of my hands from her hair and bring it down to feel the wetness between her thighs.
“Fuck, Sophia, you’re soaked for me.” She moans, and I capture it with my mouth. I press my index finger against her panties, rubbing her clit through the thin cotton material. I start to pull her panties to the side, so I can insert a finger inside her when I hear a car alarm go off. Opening my eyes, I see the moment is lost. We stay like this for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath. I look at her. I don’t think she can ever look more beautiful than now. Her hair's a mess, and her lipstick is smudged around her lips.
“You’re so beautiful, milaya.” Her face pinkens at that.
“Can you let me down?” I don't let her go just yet, and continue to hold her for a little longer before she starts to fidget in my arms.
“Let me down, now!”
There we go—my little lioness is out to play. That’s how I like her the most. When I finally release her, she stumbles a little, but when I go to steady her, she lets out a furious, “No, don’t, I’m fine.'' Her stubbornness won’t let me help her.
