Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“I don’t care what people think,” Vitaly says.
Right. Because he has that luxury. I do not. Vitaly is going to fulfill his promises.
After tonight, I’ll be ruined.
Chapter Ten
VITALY
The ride to the restaurant isn’t as long as I’d like it to be. Once we’re in the car, I’m assaulted with her sweet fragrance and the sight of her bare thigh. The slit on her dress should be illegal, but who am I to make laws? I’m usually the one breaking them.
“I want you sitting on my left side tonight,” I tell her as I stare down at all the smooth skin.
After looking at it for a long minute, I can’t help myself. I reach out and trace my fingertips across her thigh, and it’s so goddamn silky. With her on my left at dinner, I’ll be able to do this anytime I want.
“Okay,” she quickly agrees, and then her breath catches in her throat.
I look up and see her breasts rising and falling. They’re pushing tight against the top of her dress, and it’s almost as obscene as her thigh. They’ve made her look like a woman that’s well acquainted with how to ride a cock. My own cock throbs as it thickens, like it’s readying to get in her heat.
“Tell me, little one,” I say as I look into her eyes, “do you want me to return you to your father so you can marry that boy?”
“No.” She’s quick and certain of her answer. “But that doesn’t mean I want to stay with you.”
My hand on her thigh stills before I grip it tight and lean closer. “Unfortunately that’s not up to you.”
“I don’t know why you’re bothering with me. It’s clear you’ve got a line of women dying to be the next dress-up doll.” Her cheeks are flushed as she raises her chin, and if I’m not mistaken, she sounds jealous.
“Oh, little one,” I say as I pull her against me in the back seat. My hand moves to the inside of her thighs, and I slide it up until my thumb brushes the soft silk covering her pussy. “Don’t you understand by now that you’re the only one I won’t let go?”
The car comes to a stop at the curb, and I’m careful to kiss her neck so I don’t smear her lipstick. She leans into my mouth as I lick the soft place under her ear and then trail my mouth lower. I kiss along her bare collarbone, and she hums in pleasure.
“You’ll show me what’s under this dress when we get home,” I tell her and then release her to step out of the vehicle. Once I’m on the sidewalk, I hold my hand out to her, and she takes it.
Her legs are wobbly as she takes a second to balance herself. I’m not entirely convinced the heels are what’s making her stumble as I hold her on my arm and lead her into the restaurant.
Every year, I host a dinner for all the heads of the crime families. I find that it’s good to look your enemy in the face every once in a while. And I like reminding them that I’m not going anywhere. We each have our territories, and we stick to them. Well, almost everyone does. Renzo Benecci likes to push the edges of his boundaries, and that’s why I’ve got his daughter on my arm. Tonight I’m going to remind him who’s in charge and where the lines are drawn. This meeting is for all other bosses to witness his behavior. I want him brought to heel, and if that means embarrassing him, then so be it.
When I walk into the room, everyone is still standing. It’s a sign of respect to wait for the host to arrive before being seated. As I walk around the room and greet the bosses and their wives, I introduce Pru. Most of the bosses look shocked when I say her last name, but the wives welcome her like a new member of the club.
Pru’s father isn’t here yet, but in the corner of the room, I see Eduardo Manola. The man that Pru was promised to. When the crowd parts, and he sees her on my arm, he becomes enraged.
“What’s going on here?” he asks me as he looks Pru up and down. “Why is she with you?”
“Watch your tone,” my right-hand Luca says as he steps in front of me. “Show some respect to your host.”
“Respect? He’s got my fiancée on his arm.”
“Fiancée?” I ask, and Luca steps aside. “That’s funny because when she came to me, there wasn’t anything on her finger.” I take Pru’s hand and offer it up for inspection so the other bosses can see it. “No claim made, no rules broken,” I say simply.
“I had an agreement with her father,” Eduardo says, a little quieter now that he’s gotten the attention of everyone in the room.