Page 47 of Lethal Legacy

I push the memories aside determinedly.

Of course I’m thinking of my past.Given what Roman is, it’s only natural. It’s also not remotely surprising that the children have known tragedy. As I know all too well, for the children of bratva, tragedy is almost inevitable. At least that much I can understand. After Dimitry’s warning, I just hope I don’t cause them any more.

I close the door on their apartments and go back to my own.

My phone buzzes with a message from Roman.

Come upstairs in one hour, Miss Lopez, it says. Then a photo comes through, and my heart skips a beat.

It’s one of the lingerie sets from today’s shopping. One that Roman had picked out.

I go into the bathroom and run water into the tub, every nerve ending on fire with anticipation.

15

ROMAN

The elevator dings right at seven p.m. I hear the doors open and then the light tap of stilettos on marble.

Even the sound has my dick swelling.

“Dining room, Miss Lopez.” The heels tap hesitantly toward me, accompanied by a soft scent that reaches the room before she does, sending my senses into overdrive. It’s been a long goddamn day of waiting.

Lucia rounds the corner, and I almost choke on my Scotch.

She’s wearing a scarlet wraparound dress, fixed at the waist. One tug of the silken sash and the entire thing will be undone. The dress plunges deep into her cleavage, showing a hint of the black lace I instructed her to wear. Every time she takes a step, the dress rises to show a glimpse of tanned, toned thigh as she walks slowly toward me. Her hair is piled up, and she’s wearing subtle makeup that makes her eyes smoky as hell. Her lips match the scarlet dress.

I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone more in my life.

For a hot minute, I seriously considering pushing restraint aside, and Lucia Lopez down on the dining room table.

But after so much anticipation, I don’t plan to make this a simple fuck fest.

No.

Tonight is my revenge for the past five months of temptation Lucia has subjected me to and a down payment on the next five months of sin I plan to enjoy.

“Drink this.” I hand her a vodka martini.

She sips it. The hand holding the martini glass shakes slightly. The other is curled into a tight ball. Miss Lopez might look like sin custom-made for my delectation, but she’s nervous as hell.

The speed with which she knocks off the martini only confirms that diagnosis. I mix another and refill her glass. “Slowly, this time, Miss Lopez.” I hold her eyes. “All good things should be savored.”

That gets the first blush of the evening, a slow crimson burn that starts right between the luscious divide of her breasts and travels gradually upward. I let my eyes linger where the color is. By the time I raise my eyes to hers, her pupils are wide, her breath slightly hitched.

She wants this as much as I do.

“Did you know there are cameras in my office?”

I feel a savage sense of satisfaction as the color mounts in her cheeks.

“You needn’t worry, Lucia. I deleted the footage of our little encounter. But not before I watched it through.”

Her breath comes in a short gasp that makes my cock surge.

“More than once, actually. Watching your face when you came on my hand was particularly fascinating. Even better was watching you put your hands on yourself.”

Her pupils dilate a little more with every comment, her breath coming shorter. Seeing her color deepen when I know I’m minutes away from seeing her naked is far more satisfying than making her blush over my morning coffee. I take a step closer, and she sucks her lower lip in, slowly drawing it through her teeth. I doubt she has any idea how fucking insane that drives me.

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