Page 17 of Debt to the Mafia King
“You won’t clean my cum from your skin until morning, Printsessa. Is that understood?” His arms tightened even more. “Sleep. I might need you again in the morning.”
I didn’t answer him.
“You’re such a good girl, Printsessa.”
Chapter Six
Viktor
I could smell her everywhere. Her scent clung to my body, and the taste of her exploded my senses every time I licked my lips, which was often. I couldn’t get her out of my damn mind, and now that I had been with her and felt how she gripped me so beautifully, I wasn’t sure I wanted to,
Which changed everything.
I threw one last glance at her windows. Still dark, but that wasn’t surprising. It was the middle of the night, and the sun wouldn’t be up for hours. Part of me hated leaving her, but there were things I needed to sort out.
Pressing things. Things that would change the course of both of our lives.
The car ran smoothly, making almost no noise as I pulled off her run-down street and onto the main road. The moment I did, I made the call. A sleepy-sounding Ivan answered on the third ring.
“Is the contract ready?” I asked as a way of greeting. There was a pregnant pause and what sounded like a yawn before he answered me. “The one for the girl?” he asked sleepily. “Is that where you are? Have you been sampling the merchandise before it’s bought?” He gave a throaty chuckle.
“I need it changed,” I paused, my mind on how she had looked totally spent and glistening with sweat under me, and not on the road. I wanted more of that look. Not once a week, or a few times a month.
I wanted her in my bed, ready and willing whenever I wanted her.
“Into a marriage contract.”
There was a hissing inhale.
I knew he was about to try and talk me out of it, and if our roles were reversed, I would have done the same.
“Don’t say it,” I warned. “My mind is made up. And anyway, it’s good business. You know my father has been on my back to get married and settle down. This is the solution.”
Ivan didn’t say a word at first. “I’m pretty sure he meant to someone from a good family. You know, someone who comes with money and connections, not some nothing lyubovnista who—”
“Be careful how you talk about my fiancé Ivan,” I growled. “We are friends, but be careful.”
“Are you fucking serious, Viktor? I mean, she’s a pretty girl, but you can’t seriously want to marry her. Take her to bed. Keep her there as your official mistress—”
“Get the damn contract written up, and make sure it’s fair to her. I want it in my hands within the hour. I’ll be at the townhouse in thirty minutes.”
Reaching out, I went to end the call.
“She must be a good fucking lay, Viktor, that’s all I can say. But you’re the boss. I’ll have it written up now and meet you there.” Ivan was the one who ended the call.
The car lapsed into silence, and that suited me just fine. It gave me some time to think. In a way, Ivan was right. This was crazy, but after last night, after being with her, there were no other options for me.
My father would be a problem, but when the deed was done and Leah was officially my wife, there was nothing he could do aboutit. Well, apart from having her killed, but I had a plan for that as well. Leah would have her own security. Men who were loyal to me, and I would keep her a secret for as long as I could.
No one would think twice if I disappeared to my country estate for a few months with my new bride. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her, not outside of my bed anyway. When she was tied up on my mattress, all bets would be off.
I’d make her scream. And it would be like music to my ears. Especially if it was my name she was screaming.
An hour and a half later, I was showered, and with the thick Manila envelope nestled on the seat next to me, I was heading back towards Leah’s house.
There was more traffic now. Pulling into her street, I saw her friend shuffle down the road. His head was down, and he looked pretty hungover.
Good, he deserved his sore head for being that close to my woman. And Leah was mine.
