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CHAPTERTWO

New York 1985

Katarina Ivanov

“Oh God,” I moaned out as I pressed myself hard against the leather of the limo. My hips lifted up to meet the tongue that was currently between my legs, and I felt my thighs starting to shake as my orgasm started to approach.

“Do you like that?” A head of dark hair looked up from between my thighs, and I tried not to release a groan.

I tangled my fingers in his dark curls and guided him back in between my legs. “Don’t talk,” I ordered. “It ruins the experience.”

I pressed myself back against the man’s eager mouth, allowing him to lap at my clit until I felt myself tense with pleasure. My back arched as I cried out, and I pressed myself fully against him as he sucked on me until I slumped against the seat.

Breathing heavily, I closed my eyes and allowed the last zings of pleasure to radiate through me as I tried to catch my breath. The man between my thighs peppered kisses on my skin before peeking out from my skirt.

There was an impish smile on his face, and I knew exactly what he was looking for. I rolled my eyes at the predictability and pressed my hands against his chest.

“That was nice,” I said.

His brow rose. “Nice? From my vantage point, it was a lot more than nice.” He gave me a lewd smile, and I rolled my eyes. I could not help it. Stephan was handsome and a great fuck, but he had fewer brain cells than a golden retriever. In fact, the animal might be more intelligent.

“You should get back up front. If my father knew that you were just in between his daughter's thighs licking her pussy, he would probably put a bullet in your forehead.”

That didn’t deter Stephan, who continued advancing upon me. The space was cramped, and I could not get too far from his wandering hands as he pressed his lips against my neck.

“You’ve never cared about your father before,” he said.

My pussy clenched as I caught sight of his pants. He was hard. Unsurprising considering that normally I would be riding him to my next orgasm without giving him too much time to speak. After all, Stephan was my favorite playmate.

But tonight, I was not going to get the chance to satisfy that itch. I lifted my leg, allowing my skirt to ride up over my thigh, which gave Stephan a perfect view of my pussy. His eyes darkened as he no doubt admired his work between my thighs.

“Come on,” Stephan asked. “Be my bad girl.”

My nose scrunched at his attempts to talk sexy, and I pushed him away with my foot. “No dice.”

I reached for my bag and grabbed my lipstick. I slathered on the fuchsia shade before smacking my lips together. My father hated bright makeup, so I made sure to wear it often in his presence. Petty, but it got my point across.

“I have a meeting with Papa, and if he knows that you are the reason I’m not there, he’s going to be pissed. I’m already in deep shit because of the last time the two of us were…” I trailed off.

“Fucking,” he said, a smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes. “Exactly.” I smacked my lips together loudly and closed my compact. “And you shouldn’t be so nonchalant about it. If my father finds out what you are doing, you are likely to end up in the Hudson, never to be heard from again.”

The thought sent a little thrill in me, sick as it was.

“More likely I’d be encased in cement at the bottom of some stately home,” Stephan said, as he climbed back into the front seat of the limo. “You and I both know that the Bratva doesn’t throw people in the river. That’s Blanchi territory.”

I tensed at the mention of the Blanchi family. Our enemies.

“Will I see you later?” Stephan asked, his eyes wide and hopeful as I grabbed the door handle. I suppressed a sigh. Stephan was a fun distraction from the humdrum of life, but I was not interested in taking things further.

As I looked at his puppy dog expression, I realized that he did not feel the same way.

“I’m busy,” I told him, my voice cold. “Feel free to find someone else to entertain.”

I pushed the door open, not caring to stick around and see what he had to say next. There was no point.

Stephan was my driver, and while he was young, handsome, and had a tongue that could make me squirm, I was not interested in more than release. I also did not want to be responsible for his untimely death. If my father discovered what we were doing, I would likely be locked in a tower, and Stephan would be dead.

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