Page 57 of Possession of the Bratva

“It’s nice to put a face to the name of the mysterious Dubow family,” Ivan said with a feral smile.

Locking eyes with him, I spoke up. “It’s always a pleasure to meet another powerful leader.” My tone was calm and clear. Feeling like my insides were vibrating at a hundred miles an hour, I didn’t expect to sound so controlled.

Ivan’s smile seemed to ease up. “I know you came here to make our alliance official,” he said. “I will allow you to convince me. But I have to say, I don’t see how your family and mine can benefit each other.”

I suspected I might get such a reception. But I knew I could change his mind. Leaning back in my chair, I cleared my throat. “Ivan,” I replied calmly. “I know it might not seem like we have something to offer. But we do.”

The Morozov family glanced at each other then Roman added his voice. “We have many contacts throughout; we havemen and women with all skill sets. What do you think you can add?”

“Well,” I said, sitting up and placing my hands on the table. “We offer loyalty; we have dealt with upcoming enemies in our territory. Plus, we can assist each other in broadening production and distribution.”

I noticed Sergei leaning in as I spoke. I felt sure he was interested to learn more. “What do you seek from us?” Sergei added as soon as I finished.

Smiling at him, I thought about it before answering. “Well, as you know, my marriage to Mila has brought us on each other's path. To prevent any future problems, I would suggest an alliance. We can sort through the logistics later. For now, we just need to know we won’t be stepping on your toes moving forward.”

Sergei and Roman appeared pleased with my answer. Ivan shook his head slowly as he replied. “I can see it may cause issues if we don’t do this.” Looking at his family, he continued. “We could maybe benefit from each other’s contacts.”

Standing, I held out my hand across the table. “I look forward to working with you all,” I said.

Ivan stood and gripped my hand firmly. “I hope our alliance prospers. You know what comes next should things not work out?”

I nodded at him and smiled, pulling my hand free from the mutilation it was suffering. “Yes,” I responded.

“Well, then,” Ivan added, throwing his hands into the air. “Let’s have a drink.”

A drink turned into a couple too many. By the time we left Ivan’s club, we had shared more than one bottle of vodka, had alovely meal, and spoke about a variety of things. Walking out of the club, I felt like we had become family in just one day.

Back at the hotel, I had a repeat of the previous evening. I passed out on the bed while Mila took another shower alone.

The next morning, she was up with me. Our flight back was again way too early for me. But we made it in time. I couldn’t wait to get home and make sure everything was running as it should.

Mila went straight to the casino. She wanted to prepare for our dinner event with the family. I headed home with our luggage. Once I caught up on the business, I took a shower, dressed, and headed to join Mila.

I found her in the bar downstairs. “Hey,” I said, taking the seat next to her. “I thought you would be upstairs with everyone else. Is everything okay?”

Mila kissed my cheek, smiling. “Yes, I was waiting for you.”

“Great, let’s go then,” I said, taking her hand and heading for the elevator.

“Akim is late again,” she said as we stepped into the elevator.

For a moment, I just stared at her. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered. She was my angel, and I just wanted to make love to her all the time.

“You passed up time with me,” she replied, smiling seductively.

I stepped forward and pressed the ‘stop’ button on the elevator. “Is everything okay?” Mila asked, grinning.

“Oh, dear, it’s better than okay,” I replied, stepping up to her. Taking hold of her waist, I pushed her up against the elevator wall.

As our lips touched, she whispered, “We’re going to be late.”

“No one will miss us,” I replied, pushing my tongue gently into her mouth. Mila’s mouth opened and our tongues danced. I felt my dick reacting instantly.

Mila put her hands around my neck. I felt her fingers crawling up before she grabbed hold. Our kiss intensified in speed and strength. “Mila,” I breathed out, pulling back slightly. “I want you.”

My hands moved quickly as I pulled her blouse out of the skirt. There was no time to struggle with buttons, so I simply pulled it up and over her head. She was wearing a push-up bra. They held her breasts firmly, exposing her cleavage.

My body drowned in the intensifying need for her. Leaning down, I kissed her breasts, then her neck, before taking her mouth in mine again. Moving back up, my fingers unclasped the bra.

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