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“You’re causing a scene. You know that, right? Look at that poor waiter over there. |He knows exactly what you’re doing, and he doesn’t want to come over here.”

“I don’t give a shit what he thinks he knows. What’s happening between us is none of his business. |And we both know that you’re enjoying it right now. I wonder how wet you are for me. You were soaked the last time I was touching you.”

With a nod to the waiter, I sit back in the seat, my hand still on her thigh.

The waiter comes closer, and as he weaves around the last table on his way to get to us, I lean closer to Pearl. “You’re going to place the order.”

My fingers climb higher up her thigh as the waiter stops at the edge of the table and pulls out his notepad.

“Welcome to Evergreen. What can I get for you tonight?”

Pearl bites down on the inside of her cheek hard when my fingers brush against the fabric covering her core. “We’d like to start with the whipped feta please.”

The waiter scribbles it down as she shifts against the seat.

I can’t tell if she’s trying to build more friction or get away from me, and I don’t care. Not when I can feel her arousal soaking through her thong. But the way I know her, she likes the thrill, and doing something naughty excites her as much as it does me.

She gasps softly as I slip my fingers against her clit, pressing down and swirling. “We’d also like the teriyaki salmon with braised vegetables for me, and he’ll have the bacon and brie burger with fries.”

I press my lips in the hollow just below her ear. “Good girl.”

As her reward, I pull my fingers away from her pussy, waiting until the waiter has turned his back to us before sucking her juices from my finger.

“You taste as sweet as you look right now.”

Her bottom lip quivers slightly, a question burning in her eyes.

As much as she pretends, she doesn’t like what just happened, she wants me.

I drag her earlobe between my teeth. “I told you that if you wanted me to fuck you, you were going to have to beg for it.”

Pearl reaches for her water, downing half of it in one long gulp, but she would probably prefer a cold shower.

I know that when I get home the only thing, I’m going to be doing is fucking my fist to the thought of her.

And then, I tell Yegor to plan the wedding.

Chapter 14 - Pearl

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Maxim smirks as he loops one arm around my waist, dipping me low and kissing me in front of nearly a hundred people I don’t know. The only other person in the building I know is Aesha.

I’m stiff at first not wanting to share the kiss with him, even as tempting as he is. A rough nip at my bottom lip prompts me to stop fighting him.

Giving in, I allow my mouth to slide against his, my lips parting as his fingers dig into my back through the laces of the corseted dress.

When we stand back up, the men and women gathered start clapping, but none of them look that excited for a wedding.

I wonder if they all know I was seconds away from being dragged down the aisle by my ankle. When Maxim came to meet me outside before the ceremony, I was still considering running away. I don’t know what he stands to gain from this marriage beyond children and pleasing his boss.

I know that I have everything to lose, including my life.

Nicolo might think that this is a clever way to get information on the Bratva, but I think this is something akin to the worst kind of torture. The more days that pass, the more certain I am that I’m not going to make it out alive.

He takes my hand and walks me down from the altar, stopping at a man in the front row who has the same jaw structure as Maxim. “This is my brother, Nikita. If you ever have a problem and I’m not available, you can reach out to him, and he’ll take care of you.”

Nikita takes my hand, bowing low and pressing a kiss to the back of it which only seems to irritate his brother, “It’s nice to finally meet you. I was wondering why my brother had spent weeks sulking over a woman. It’s normally not in his nature.”

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