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Jorge spits at my feet and calls me something nasty in Spanish. I’d like to end this once and for all, but Leo’s enormous frame is in the way, and I know he’s holding me back from making this an international mafia incident. Personally, I’m ready to rip him limb from limb with my hands. But Jorge and Rio smartly exit the room before I can make a further move.
Leo whips around to face me, and I can tell he’s not impressed. “What the fuck was that? What happened to the plan to build a case against him that we can take to Andrei? We’re gonna have a war on our hands.”
I pace around the room which still reeks of booze, sweat, and cum—it’s fucking gross. “He will not tattle to Emilio. This will stay between us, trust me.”
Leo crosses his arms in front of his beefy chest, pinning me with a doubtful look. “How are you so sure?”
“Because this is personal. He wants the chance to get revenge, and he won’t get it if he snivels to his boss. He’s not going to give up.”
“Maybe not,” Leo finally agrees. “We should go to Andrei and put an end to it.”
“Not happening.” I shake my head, dying for a whisky to calm the adrenaline pumping through my veins. “This is between Jorge and me now. He’s gonna keep coming at me, and I’m gonna be ready for him.”
“You still have to work with the guy,” Leo points out.
“All the better to watch him closely.” I shrug. “I’m not backing down, Leo. Are you on my side?”
“Always, but… let’s be smart about this. No more acting like a cowboy.”
I crack my neck. It would be useless for me to make a promise I can’t keep. Instead, I say, “I have to get back to Bianca. Thanks for having my back.”
He slaps a hand on my shoulder as we turn to leave. “The fun never ends.”
I release a dark chuckle. Definitely not, not as long as I have any say in the matter.
CHAPTERTWENTY
BIANCA
“What happened up there?”
We’re in Daniil’s sporty Bugatti doing six hundred miles per hour, and he’s been vibrating with an intense energy since we left the club ten minutes ago. Something happened after our bathroom tryst. Something that has him on edge, and I deserve answers—especially because it’s likely about me.
He flexes his hands around the steering wheel, his knuckles going white with tension. “I had to take care of a matter,” he says cryptically.
“Yeah, I got that.” I want to press him further, but the hard lines of his shoulders and the tightness of his jaw suggest now is not that time. I reach over and rub my hand down his leg. “It’s okay, whatever it is.” My hand dips to his crotch, rubbing over his hard length. I’m drunk on our sex, on how good it felt, how much I liked it. I’m no expert in this department, but I’m pretty sure no one would argue that his cock is glorious.
“Shit.” He hisses out a breath. “That feels so fucking good, baby.”
When I notice his eyes practically rolling back in his head, I steal my hand away. “Let’s continue this when we’re not in a moving vehicle.”
“Mm.” He grunts in agreement. “Take off your underwear, printsessa.”
I give him a shy smile. “I’m not wearing underwear.” His eyes shoot to mine in question. “After the bathroom, they were soaked in your cum.”
He takes in a deep breath through his nose as if to steady himself. Satisfaction tightens my core. I love that he’s so turned on by me he can barely hold himself together. I never imagined I’d have that power over a man, but now I can see how addictive it is.
“Looks like we’re gonna make the car seats filthy as well. Spread your legs for me.” His voice is hoarse, coming out in a strained whisper. I do as he asks, hiking my skirt so he has unfettered access to my pussy.
Within seconds, two of his fingers plunge inside of me. I should be so sore—I just gave the man my virginity, and it wasn’t gentle—but I’m soaking wet, and it helps soften the underlying bite of pain. He’s also using his thumb to rub my clit in delicious little circles that push me to the brink.
He’s driving with one hand on the wheel and one hand deep inside of me, doing all sorts of delicious things to my self-control, and yet the man doesn’t break a sweat as he speeds down the Belt Parkway.
“I can’t wait to stuff my cock inside this tight little pussy again. I hope you’re not too sore, because—” His filthy words are cut off by the sound of a siren behind us, the flashing lights of a police car illuminating our vehicle.
Sitting up straighter, I grab Daniil’s arm in an attempt to push his hand away.
He tsks at me. “Not until you come, baby.”
