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Elia didn’t comment on them. Either she missed my tone, or she simply chose to ignore it. For that, I allowed her a begrudging measure of gratitude.
“I can understand,” she said. “I hate my father’s mansion. It’s too big, and there are always people hanging around the corners. Like ghosts.”
Well, that was interesting. I would have assumed her to be one of those pampered Mafia princesses who enjoyed that sort of thing. It seemed that no matter what she did, Elia Tarallo always had ways of surprising me. I wondered what else she was hiding and what else I would uncover.
Chapter Eleven
Aleksey
I glanced down from where I sat leisurely in the armchair in my penthouse.
Even now, the memory of Elia on her knees sent shivers down my body. I saw the way she took me into her mouth. Ifelther moan on my cock.She thought I didn’t notice how she clenched her perfect thighs together…A familiar swoop of arousal swelled hotly between my legs.
As soon as we arrived, I made quick work of relieving myself of the oppressive fabric of the suit and tie. The only thing I had on was my black silk boxers and the confidence of my mastery over my wife. I listened to the sound of water splashing against her supple skin in the large shower.
She hadn’t uttered another word to me since we entered. Surely, now Elia understood that defying me came at a price. No matter how slight her defiance might be.
The door to the bathroom swung open, and the faint floral shampoo of shampoo and moisturizer wafted into the air delectably. I turned to see Elia walk into our room, dressed in nothing but a thick, fluffy bathrobe.
I said nothing, choosing to watch her from my seat as she pointedly ignored me and walked toward the spread of food. She picked at some fruit, shoulders tense. I allowed myself to savor the sight and how her dark hair clumped in rich, inky waves down to the tops of her shoulders. The bathrobe left little to my imagination.
I still remembered the way her pert body felt when I yanked her from the car. The plain wifebeater and pink booty shorts had done their part to put me in the mood to take her mouth on the highway.
My cock twitched at the memory, and I was almost tempted to start stroking myself until Elia turned and faced me from across the room. Her eyes flashed toward my visible bulge before she looked away, cheeks flushing.
For someone with a mouth like hers, she certainly could play the prude.
“Like I told you on the dance floor…” She looked back at me, voice firm as she pointedly ignored my cock to meet my gaze.
I arched an eyebrow but remained silent.
“If you ever try to make me do what we did back on the highway ever again—” She crossed her arms. “Iwillbite your cock off.”
She was baiting me, daring me to rise to the challenge and testing my limits. Under normal circumstances, I probably would have risen to meet the challenge. It was what I knew to do. What I was raised to do. I was well within my rights to order her back onto her knees and to use her until she was nothing but a spent, whimpering shell.
It was what any Bratva Pakhan was supposed to do.
But I did none of those things. I saw no reason to. She was just trying to act tough, testing me to see how cruel and vicious I could be. All so she could hate me as the monster that she believed me to be. And then she’d use that hate to justify her future betrayal.
I would not give her that. Instead, I simply stared at her in silence.
After a moment, she began to crack. I saw her start to squirm. Her arms crossed even tighter, and her form shrank before my gaze. She stared back, but I could tell that she was fighting to hold her glare.
“Mrs. Korolev,” I said with a smirk, deliberately choosing to enunciate slowly to remind her of who she belonged to. “You could’ve bitten me back then. And yet, you didn’t.”
Her eyes hardened into stones. “You held my friend hostage. It wasn’t fair.”
“No, it wasn’t.” I shrugged. “But what made you think that it would be?”
I leaned forward and drilled into her eyes as my face formed into a serene smile. “If your threats had any bite at all, Mrs. Korolev, you would not be standing here, soaked and dripping before me.”
She stiffened, and I couldfeelher desire to hurt me coil in her eyes. Her knuckles were pale white from gripping her arms.
“Reality doesn’t hit the same, does it, Elia?” I asked, watching as her breath quickened with every slow, agonizing step toward her. “You knelt down and swallowed my cock because youwantedto. You left my cum on your lip because youlikedhow I marked you. You said ‘I do’ in the end on that altar because you knowexactlyhow much power I have over you.”
Her jaw dropped, a flush spread over her face, and then she gaped at me instead of responding. It was all the proof I needed to know: I had hit the nail right on the head. My fingers found the bottom of her chin, and I pulled her toward me so she couldn’t look away.
“You probably hate me, but you hate yourself more right now because you know I’m right,” I said. “Because youwantme to take you right now. To throw you on that bed, spread your legs open, and give you the bestfuckof your life.”
