Page 38 of Forced By the Bratva King
She giggled softly. “But I didn’t do anything.”
“You didn’t have to,” I whispered into her ears, running my fingers along her smooth arm, feeling her skin against mine.
She trembled at my touch and discreetly bit her lower lip. “This is a bad idea,” she said with a quiet, sexy tone. “We’re already late.” Sierra looked at me. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”
I smirked at her little resistance; it was admirable, even though I knew she’d fall with just a couple more tweaks here and there. But she was right; we were already running late, and this wasn’t the time to have her. I’d love to take my time and explore that body rather than rush things up for a few minutes. She was worth the wait.
“Fine,” I said, stepping away with a hand stretched out.
She smiled and took it, allowing me to lead her to the car outside. Once settled in, the driver started the engine and drove away.
She looked happy, seated by my side in the backseat; it was to be expected, considering that this was her first time outside since the wedding.
The pride in my gaze couldn’t be more subtle, and I wouldn’t take my eyes off the glowing woman beside me. Shewas my wife, and I took pride in that fact; I would show her off to everyone tonight. Sierra was definitely going to be the prettiest woman in the hall, and I couldn’t wait to see the looks on my associates’ faces when they realized she was mine.
“Can I ask you something?” She looked at me, a little skeptical about whether or not to go ahead with her question.
“Shoot,” I said with a welcoming expression.
“I know you said not to meddle in your business but I just—”
“What is it?” I cut her off.
She exhaled softly. “The Irish guy in our office the other day…. Did you…? Is he…?”
I cocked my head at her, taken aback by her sudden interest in my prisoner, but I knew what she was trying to ask. “I didn’t kill him, if that’s what you wanna know.”
Something like relief flashed through her gaze, her shoulders drooping, and I figured she was glad I held back on taking a life.
“You think so little of me, Sierra,” I said, my low tone hinting at the monstrosity she always saw in me.
She just smiled but didn’t reply, instead, she fixed her eyes out the window.
A couple of minutes later, we arrived at the event, and the car pulled over by the building. Stepping outside, I walked over to her side to help with the door.
She took my hand, her heels settling upon the asphalt by the sidewalk as her alluring thigh came into view, catching my eyes. I helped her out of the car, and with her arm locked in my elbow, we walked over the red rug that carpeted the entrance.
The doors parted, and we waltzed into the expansive space filled with a mix of different scents, quiet conversations, and soft music from a live band. Political leaders, humanitarians, and other crème de la creme of society lingered in small groups withsmiley faces as though a majority of them didn’t hate each other. Fucking hypocrites!
I took a glass of champagne from a waiter’s tray as he passed by, my eyes scanning the surroundings before turning to my elegant wife, who was, by the way, the most beautiful woman in the hall.
“Are you okay?” I asked, noticing her absentmindedness.
“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine.” She smiled. “I’m just not used to being around fancy people.” Sierra looked toward a lady in a blue dress, discussing with some Hollywood stars at a distance. “Hold a second.” Her eyes widened. “Is that Demi Lovato?”
I traced her gaze and looked closely at the woman. “No, it’s not. Although I heard that she’s supposed to be here tonight.”
She turned to face me almost immediately, shock flickering in her eyes as she pushed her head backward.
“What?” I asked, despite knowing exactly what was on her mind.
“Nothing…. I’m just surprised that you know who Demi Lovato is; that’s all.” She chuckled.
I sipped out of my glass. “I’m not immune to pop culture.”
She smiled.
“Artem fucking Tarasov,” Gilbert Grey said, walking up to us in a nice black tux with two slender ladies by his side. “This man is more ruthless than John fucking Wick.” He laughed, stretching out his hand.