Page 7 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

“Finish your drink, and I’ll take you somewhere nice.”

Readjusting my purse, I smile inwardly, not believing I’m about to really do this. Holy shit, am I going to do this?

Threading a needle through the crowd, I turn back to see Sophia’s mouth wide open in disbelief, and Rachael cheering me on.

Chapter Four - Ruslan

She’s so willing.Too willingfor my liking, and I want to know why. I have so many questions. So innocent and magnetizing to touch. Her lips remind me of pillows of silk, and she’s not like the other women who’ve thrown themselves at me. None of them have captivated me to the same degree as Fiona has, and I’m determined to figure out why.

Nobu Hotel, Chicago is the right place for a woman of her caliber. She can’t be a day over twenty-five. There’s no way, and her friends are no better, having left her in the hands of a sophisticated Bratva predator. What are they thinking? And she said yes so easily. Doesn’t she know what I could do to her? I’m one of the most dangerous men in Chicago.

In all honesty, she should watch her back.Fiona, you and I are about to have some fun tonight.Soon enough that red dress is going to be on a hotel floor. Sliding off the barstool first, I guide Fiona through the crowded dance floor, moving both men and women out of the way to get us to the exit. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this excited about a woman, and it’s got me more intrigued than ever. What makes her brave enough to approach a Bratva Don with such confidence?

She must not know who I am.As we drive to the hotel, I contemplate this, giving her the option of an out, but with the knowledge that she won’t take it.

“Are you sure you want to join me at the hotel?”

“I’m here, aren’t I? There’s no need to worry about if I want to be here or not?”

“Good.” We arrive at the Nobu Hotel soon enough, and when we enter the luxurious establishment, I take her hand, linking my fingers through hers and wanting to slam her againstthe wall just to sink my fingers into a piece of her heavenly flesh. There’s a hypnotic trance she has me wrapped up in, and my goal is to unravel it.

Checking us in at the front desk, I swipe my credit card, the fire in my veins blazing with full force. I can’t wait. It’s almost unbearable to handle.

“See, it’s much more peaceful here, right?” I tell her in a convincing tone.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Fiona replies quietly making me wonder what she’s thinking. I’ve never cared about what women are thinking before, so I’m not sure why I give a goddamn now. I let her walk ahead, my cock twitching beneath within my jeans as my eyes soak in the sashay of ample hips beyond their age. Silently, I curse as another couple enters the elevator before us. I drop a hand to the small of her back, craving her touch and entering the elevator with a smoldering cloud of passion enveloping us.

I want the buxom brunette all to myself, and I will the people riding with us to get the fuck out of the elevator as soon as they reach their floor.As we stand side by side towards the back, I eclipse Fiona’s hand with mine, squeezing it—the fiery electricity ramping up between us.

She doesn’t pull away, her cat-like eyes staring back at mine and as I look down at her, I show her a glimpse of the fire buried inside of me, wanting her to know I’m expressing extreme self-control, because right now all I want to do is ravish her against the wall.

My heart pounds rapidly in my chest as the illuminated lights of the elevator pause on floors and more revelers from Nobu Hotel bar join us.

Fuck off. Get off the elevator. Come on.

Ping.The elevator door parts as the first set of guests depart.Good. Get the fuck out.

I link my fingers with hers, digging deeper, wanting more and I can feel her body humming, waiting to be touched. We don’t speak, but when she squeezes my fingers back, I know she wants me just as badly as I want her.One more pingand the next bar guests exit the elevator, leaving only a couple more people with us.

Two stops pass and the heat in the elevator rises. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever encountered, and thankfully we eventually reach thirty-nine.Our floor—except our hotel room, is at the end of the corridor, and it takes everything in me not to jam her up against the wall and take her. I will myself to stop, enjoying the game of waiting.

I open the door to the suite, flicking on the light. Fiona steps into the room, scouting around the place. “Wow, this is nice.”

“You’renice,” I whip back, my dark pupils baiting hers. Her lighthearted laughter tugs at a deep recess inside of me, and it’s a deep pit that I’ve always thought would remain empty. She’s driving me insane. How does she do this without a word?

“Do you want something to drink?” I ask her silkily as she stands near the window, looking out over Chicago.

“Hmm, no. I’m fine. I don’t need anything,” she replies mildly, closing the blinds.

Crossing the threshold, I move forward, closing the gap, my heart rate driving up ten notches.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” I reply coyly.

“You?”

“Correct answer.” Grabbing her around the waist, I drag tight against me as her emerald eyes cling on to mine. Dropping my head towards hers, I tilt her chin upwards, drinking in her sweet lips as she stands on her tiptoes, the hot cavern of her mouth acting as my playground. With every taste of her exquisite mouth, I’m driven deeper into the mystery of her, and all it does is make me hungrier to claim her.

I let her come up for air, but not for long, slamming her body against the wall. She gasps in alarm, her eyes growing wide with the exchange. Her kisses are withholding, as if she’s not experienced, but how can such a sultry beauty not be experienced? The grand key is she’s willing. Already her fingers are in motion, working on my collared shirt, unbuttoning it at a rapid pace, thirsty for more.

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