Page 122 of The Dark Side

"It is." Adrik leaned back against a bar top, pulling her hips to him. "Katia's father, Boris, sabotaged some shipments in the harbor. Killed a few of my men." They were low-tier members that Adrik didn't have names for. But the sign left above their heads,'Give back what's ours,' was more important.

The police were in a rage, and Agent Mally was coming after multiple members, interrogating and threatening. The situation was slowly increasing daily, and it wouldn't be long before a war ignited. Adrik dreaded something like this because of the bloodshed that would follow, but he also looked forward to it. It would give him just cause to divorce Katia.

Today, he refused to take a phone call. There were a few 'managers' that Adrik left in charge, including his brother Alexei. He pretended that he hadn't known where Alexei was when he had given him a specific job to keep him off the boat this morning.

Adrik was done talking about business. Other things were on his mind, and he couldn't hold himself back any longer. "I've missed you."

A warmth spread over her cheeks, and Jolie nodded. "I missed you, too."

He leaned down and barely touched her lips with a soft kiss. "Date number one," he whispered. "This boat is under my command. Have no fear of guards here. Any time my mother or Helina appear busy, sneak away with me."

Jolie bit her lip, sinking into his body like Play-Doh. "Oh, yeah? And what are we going to do in those moments?"

Adrik captured her lips with his to show her.

Adrik directed Jolie back to the breakfast table, much to his mother's delight. Tatianna greeted her with so much excitement Jolie couldn't stop smiling, listening to her go on. Adrik wanted them to spend more time together because he hoped to reveal soon that he was dating Jolie, not Alexei. He wasn't quite sure how his mother would respond. 'Love is love' was a great saying for people who could do whatever they wanted, but she understood his responsibility to the family just as much as Adrik did. Would she be against it?

Would it matter if she was?

It took an hour to get to the middle of the gulf, without an eye on them. It was a blank canvas aside from the three-speed cruisers that followed them. His guards watched from a distance. There were ten soldiers on the ship, but he didn't want Jolie or Helina to be overwhelmed by the mass of soldiers. It was paranoia that kept them close. Boris was being more forceful than Adrik thought he could be. He couldn't take the chance that someone came upon them while he was out on the sea.

Adrik spent the morning playing with Helina. It was much needed after so many days away. He basked in her attention, sparing no moment to make her laugh. She was getting smarter, and her ability to speak English increased daily. Small words, small sentences. But impressive, nonetheless. Jolie was good at her job, as he knew she would be. Jolie was dedicated and not one to turn away from hard work. She would make a perfect mafia member if she let go of her angelic morality.

When Helina looked sleepy, he carried her to his mother's room, where Tatianna was already napping, and snuggled her in. He put a guard outside their door to tell him when they woke.

Jolie was sitting on the leather couches in the living room. She wore a bathing suit with a loose, see-through beach dress. Throughout the afternoon, there were spare minutes of slipping into a hallway or a closet and making out with her, touching her in random places before she slipped out of his arms, giggling as she went. He felt stressless here. It was slowly becoming one of the best days of his life.

Adrik approached, and her gaze caught him with a smile. She was a beautiful woman, and keeping his distance from her was getting harder and harder. But for now, he didn't have to. The space between them disappeared, and he kissed her harshly, desperately, pushing her down on the couch as he climbed over her. The seriousness freaked Jolie out; she giggled and tried to push him away. "Adrik, your daughter."

"They're sleeping. Don't worry." Adrik kissed her neck, holding himself above her between her legs. He rubbed himself against her, groaning into her skin. "I want you," Adrik whispered. "So fucking badly." He nipped at her throat before lifting to her lips again. His tongue found hers, and he swirled it with hers till they struggled to breathe. Her hips met him with every rocking movement he made, and it only pushed him out of control.

Adrik shoved himself off, panting, sitting beside her as he calmed himself. He felt like a pubescent boy in her arms, already so close to exploding.

Jolie watched with a heaving chest, red cheeks, and eyes full of want. "Don't stop." There was no option but to stop. They were still days away from the designated two weeks, and he was being as respectful as he could by honoring her wishes.

She sat up, sitting against his side. She gripped his jaw, forcing his head to her, and kissed him gently. Her hand slithered down his chest, her palm sliding over his nipple. Further still, her hand descended till she touched the rim of his swim shorts.

Adrik smirked into her lips. "Touch it," he tempted, leaning back, allowing her full control. "I dare you."

Chapter forty-four

Teach

Jolie’sfingersslidalongthe hem of Adrik’s shorts. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched his face. He rested his head back on the couch and waited, the dare hanging in the air as she struggled with the desire to touch him. She had imagined moments like this, and she ended up with her hand between her legs every time. This powerful man was weak at the hands of a schoolteacher.

“Come on, Jolie, do it. Grab my cock.” The words were sinful and made her body shiver. She let her fingers crawl toward the lump in his shorts and grazed it, panting, terrified, and exhilarated. Adrik lost his patience. He pulled the top of his pants down and pulled out his hard dick before resting back and letting go. He presented it to her like a trophy and admired her face as she observed him.

Jolie swallowed, staring at him with no reserve. She was relieved it wasn’t as enormous as the dildo he bought her, but it was still intimidating and worried her. It was thick and pulsing, with the tip dripping with a sheen of precum. Adrik took her wrist and guided her to it. He wrapped her fingers around him and groaned. “Go ahead,” he encouraged, keeping himself from thrusting into her hand.

Jolie watched his face as her hand rose and fell. His skin was smooth aside from the vein up the middle. His dick stood tall and proud with every reason to be. He bit his lips, his eyes closing, basking in her attention.

Adrik wanted more. “Put your lips on it.”

Nervousness set in, and she shifted uncomfortably. “I’m not very good.”

He pulled her to his lips, kissing her, encouraging her. “That’s why I’m gonna teach you. Get on your knees.”

Jolie shivered. The order sent a thrill through her that she didn’t want to admit to. His dominating ways were a double-edged sword. She wanted to be controlled. She wanted to be manhandled, but her pride was difficult to surrender.

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