Page 191 of The Umarova Crime Family

Eventually, he rocks in and out of me, which helps, and my body adjusts to his size. “Fuck,” I moan, and Ambros begins to press chaste kisses against my skin. He starts at my collarbone and then goes lower until he’s sucking a nipple into his mouth. He uses his tongue to circle it and then teases it the same way he was teasing my pussy a few minutes ago. It’s calculated, methodical, and damn, it feels so fucking good.

He rocks in and out of me, and over time, I don’t feel any pain at all. I dig my nails into Ambros’ shoulders, and he begins sucking on my neck.

I don’t know how long this is going to last tonight, but I’m praying it’s an all-nighter. Unlike my previous sexual partners, Ambros knows exactly what he’s doing.

***

Holy shit. It’s the next morning, and I’m in total shock. I’ve never had a one-night stand before, but last night, I did something out of my comfort zone and completely shocked myself in the process.

The first boy I ever had sex with was someone I went to school with back in Prague. His name was Jan, and we were sixteen. Let’s just say the experience wasn’t the best. We even dated for a couple of months, but the romance fizzled out. After that, I met Jakub, someone who was in Prague for work. He was a few years older than me, and it was really my first experience of being with a man who wanted to rule his woman—and not in a good way. I managed to get away from him, but getting away from him wasn’t easy.

I called Rolando a few minutes ago, and he’ll be here to pick me up at Ambros’ place very soon. He stated he was only around the corner, so I’ve already gotten dressed and am downstairs in the living area. Thankfully, Ambros never noticed Rolando last night. God, that would have made for some awkward conversation. I’m sitting on the plush couch and I notice a pen and some stationery on the table beside it. I doubt I’ll ever see Ambros again, so I should at least leave him a note.

I pick up the notepad and pen and begin to write my message.

Ambros,

Last night was amazing. It’s more fun than I’ve had in a really long time.

It was great meeting you.

xo,

Xava

My phone begins to vibrate in my hand, and it’s Rolando, so I pick it up. “Hey, are you here?”

“Yes. I’m right out front.”

“Okay, cool. I’m coming out now,” I tell Rolando and leave Ambros’ house.

I walk right out, and Rolando is in his usual blacked-out SUV. It never surprises me anymore how we could be anywhere in the world, and he’s driving the same car. He steps out of the SUV to open the back door for me, and then I get inside. Rolando shuts the door as usual, and as soon as he gets inside, he smirks at me.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just surprised you went home with Ambros Galanis. Of all the people at the wedding, you chose him?” Rolando shakes his head and begins heading down the chestnut tree-lined driveway.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“His family is trouble, Xava. Be careful who you let get close to you.”

“You’re reading too much into this. I’m not getting close to him. It was a one-night stand.” I shut it down completely. Rolando doesn’t even need to be giving me advice anyway. Who is he to judge someone like that? I don’t make comments on whatever he does with his life because it isn’t my place.

The rest of the drive back to the villa is awkwardly quiet, and when we arrive, I get out of the car and start to head straight back to the suite I’m sharing with Yara.

Rolando grabs my arm, forcing me to stop, and looks right at me. “You can’t go back to your suite yet. Ruslan wants to speak with you now.” His tone changes immediately, and I realize this isn’t a request. It’s an order.

Rolando releases my arm, and I nod. He leads me to Ruslan’s suite and opens the doors once we reach them. I take in a deep breath, not knowing what in the hell I’m walking into.

Ruslan’s sitting on a couch, scrolling on his phone. The moment I walk in through the doorway, he raises his brows and stares right at me. “You tried to slip your security detail last night. Do you have any idea how furious I am with you right now?”

He says he’s furious, but the tone in his voice doesn’t tell me he is.

“I wasn’t intentionally trying to slip my detail. I was heading out for a good time.” I explain. Surely, Ruslan knows I’m a young woman, and I want to experience life. Hell, a woman needs to get laid every once in a while. I’m not going to come out and say that, though.

Ruslan presses his lips together and nods. “Mm, and birds don’t fly. Xava, tell me, does that sound believable?”

“No, it doesn’t.” I shake my head as I answer him.

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