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“Tell me you were worried about me,” I cajoled.
She playfully shook her head as I leaned closer. She didn’t pull away when I touched my mouth to hers. The shock of her lips against mine rattled me, but the surge of blood to my cock kept me from thinking too hard about it. So what if she was being sweet and caring, so what if I enjoyed impressing her, despite it all being a ruse?
I liked kissing her, liked it a hell of a lot, and she seemed to be enjoying it as well. She sighed as her lips parted and her hand moved to my chest when I swept my tongue between them. Her breath came faster as I tightened my grip in her hair and tugged her head back. I ached to touch her but didn’t want to spook her.
Her innocence inflamed me, my little virgin bride. Holding back the animal instinct to devour her completely was part of the thrill. I wanted her to beg me to take her when the time finally came. Completely and utterly capturing her body and her heart was the ultimate goal.
“You taste amazing,” I said, running my tongue down the side of her throat.
Her only answer was a soft mewling sound as she climbed onto my lap. Without thinking, I reached down to adjust the seat back so she wasn’t wedged against the steering wheel, then ran my hand up her thigh and under her tight skirt.
“Roman,” she said, driving her fingers through my short hair. “Kiss me some more. I like it so much.”
I throbbed against her, and she pressed down hard, smiling against my mouth as I granted her request. “It’s all for you, Karine,” I told her, making her pull back.
“I guess,” she said, eyes wide. “I guess since we’re married…”
She was too tentative, wanting to ask me something I wasn’t prepared to answer, so I kissed her some more, making her forget whatever worries she had. I kept moving my fingers up her thigh, nudging her dress up her hips until I reached the tiny thong that stretched across her smooth skin.
Easing my fingers underneath, it was my turn to suck in a breath when I felt her wet heat between her thighs. She shivered and gripped my hair tighter, opening her mouth more fully to me.
“I want you to—” she started. “I was trying to tell you in the club that I think we should—”
I pulled back, barely able to focus. The way she wriggled her body against my eager shaft, the way her lips were swollen and wet from my kisses, the way her voice trembled as she tried to tell me what she needed was all too much.
“Get in your seat,” I commanded roughly, my frustration coming out sounding too much like anger. “There’s no way in hell your first time is in this damn car.”
She nodded, scurrying back to her side and whipping her seat belt across her. “Then let’s get home, Roman,” she urged.
I laughed, setting a record getting us to the house, keeping one hand on her leg in between switching gears. The entire way back, there wasn’t a single thought of revenge on my mind.
As we arrived home, we both groaned as we pulled up to the mansion and saw Feliks waiting on the porch. No more honeymoon thoughts. My true plan crashed back in on me like a wrecking ball. This was only one of the reasons I didn’t want to accept the house from Karine’s father. Feeling entitled to unexpected visits. But as soon as we got out, he made it clear he wasn’t there just to catch up.
“That was a stupid idea, Karine,” he yelled, laying into her before she had her door shut. “I told you I didn’t like it. It was foolish and idiotic.”
“Whoa,” I said, moving between them, not liking the way he was berating her at all. I liked it less that she was taking it all without flinching, as if she was used to that kind of treatment. “Going to that club was my idea.”
Feliks looked past me, still glaring at his daughter. “You don’t know anything. She should have known better. She’s just lucky things didn’t go worse.”
I bristled at the insult to both of us but forced myself to keep a conciliatory tone. “Everything’s fine. And now Ivan Morozov knows there’s a new player in town. One he should be worried about.”
“You should have seen him take Ivan down, Papa,” Karine piped up.
I stood a little taller at the pride in her voice. “I may be new to the Bratva, but I can handle myself in a fight.”
I didn’t know if I was still amped up from the fake fight or pissed at my honeymoon getting derailed again, but I stared down Feliks until he nodded.
“Okay, fine,” he said. “It’s not the way I would have orchestrated a meeting, but now they know you’re a bull who’s always ready to charge.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “Good job. I heard from the bodyguard that you didn’t back down.”
The bodyguards, who must have snitched to him only minutes after the fight started pulled up in their car and got out. Demian stood by his door with his arms crossed, a stony stare on his face, but the other one who’d been dragged out of the club with me, came over and gave me a congratulatory clap on the shoulder as well.
“He was like a pitbull, Boss,” he said.
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” I told him magnanimously. It was always better to make friends than enemies, at least temporarily.
“Sounds like you’re fitting in great,” Feliks said. “Now how about a drink and you can tell me all about it.”
I glanced over at Karine, who still stood by the car. We exchanged disgruntled looks, and she shrugged. It was clear there was nothing she could say to get rid of her father and I figured it would be best to ride the wave of his elation over my winning a point against his enemy. It was all just climbing the ladder and it felt unwise to push my luck and topple down a rung. Hopefully, I could get things back on track with Karine when Feliks left.
