Page 20 of Forced Mafia Bride
I brushed off the short strands of hair falling over her eyes and tipped her chin up. “No, we came here to observe.”
Katherine Davis was one of the very few women I could stomach, for obvious reasons. She was hot, ruthless in the business sector, and fucking smart. She invested time into underground digging, pulling up statistics just to convince me to invest in Ace’s new club, Onyx. Today was just the opening, but it showed prospective signs for bigger deals.
She hiccupped, ran a finger down the buttons on my shirt, and gave that look through hooded eyelids that meant she was already soaking wet between the thighs. “Still. That doesn’t mean we can’t have a good time. I can’t remember the last timeIhad a good time.”
My eyes followed her suggestive nail-picking on one of my buttons, and I snatched her wrist.
“Fine.”
“Great!”
She glowed and happily led me away from the men to the cramped dance floor. She wrapped my arms around her waist and threw hers around my neck, pressing her body against mine till I felt all the dip and sharp edges of her curves.
Her hips moved in rhythm to the beat, and she threw back her head, swaying to the music but maintaining eye contact. She nibbled on her lower lip.
“We can go to my hotel room later tonight. My husband is out of town.”
I looked above her head, watching a group of gyrating friends who didn’t look older than twenty-five, and remembered when I was like them: free, young, and ready to fuck any woman I wanted. Years later, Katherine’s offer was almost nauseating.
“Exactly. You’re married.”
She blew a scoff, disappointed at my rejection, and swirled around, roughly grinding my front with her backside. “Since when has that stopped the great Nikolai Yezhov?”
Katherine and I were business partners. We fucked when things got tense, when I was bored, when shewas bored. It was all a game. One that ended a week before her wedding. With a rough flip, I moved her ass away and turned her to face me.
“Fucking married women comes with unnecessary trouble. I don’t have time for unnecessary trouble.”
She smiled. She wasn’t giving up easily. “But you want me, don’t you?”
What—who—I wanted had long red hair, innocent eyes, and a mouth I believed I could kiss for days. A look of worry cast over Katherine’s face when she searched my eyes, and I forced myself to stop thinking abouther.
How am I still thinking of her?
Since that night, she’d been stuck in my head, her voice replaying itself over and over again like a broken record I didn’t get tired of listening to.
“Do you like it?”
“Niko....”
With reflex, I pulled away from Katherine. Even my body rejected hers. But she pinned herself in my arms, reattaching my hand over her waist as she leaned into me. “Hey, is everything okay?”
No, everything wasn’t.
“I told you I didn’t want to dance.”
Her lips formed a pout at my annoyance; regardless, she slowly led me away from the floor, probably to return me to the VIP lounge. We were halfway there when another couple stepped into the club. Those that were oblivious to their personalities walked around them, continuing in fun, andto those, like me, that knew who they were—especially after fucking one after a glass of wine—we paused.
My feet stopped moving, and Katherine noticed.
“Normally, I don’t say this to men like you, but you’re beginning to get me worried, Nikolai.”
I ignored her, keeping my gaze locked on the spotlight couple prancing in from the entrance. With a hand stashed into my pocket, I nodded toward them. “Tristan Gomez is here.”
She followed my eyes, and a wobbly smile appeared on her face. Almost no one liked Tristan, but he was a business mogul, so a good number were willing to put up with him as long as the cash kept rolling. Swiftly, she smoothened the creases on her dress and touched her hair, making sure she was at least presentable.
From across the room, Tristan must have sensed the attention on him because his head moved, and his eyes met mine. Like Katherine, he flashed a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Then, he murmured to one of the men beside him, and his bodyguards began paving the way for him, his steps changing course toward me. His arm candy, however, was the object of my scrutiny.
The princess that wanted to run away so badly looked rather comfortable snuggled up to the side of the beast. We made eye contact, and she blushed, her cheeks assuming the fiery color of her hair. I struggled to keep my eyes on her face when all they wanted was to feast on that illusion gown that hugged her body like second skin. Every dip and curve and decent show of skin revved a sudden interest, a sudden burning sensation that threatened to drive me insane. When her gaze touched my arm wrapped over Katherine’s waist, she froze.