Tarnished Tyrant - A Mafia Romance

Chapter 38 Episode 38

I can see in her face that she doesn’t believe me, but she’s tootired to fight. She lets me lead her down the hall towards myoffice. On the way, I message down to the security desk.

“What will happen to him?” she whispers.

“Stan will pick him up,” I tell her, unlocking my office andshowing her inside. “It’s security’s job to deal with intruders.”

“And now, he’s been fired. Here, sit.” I push her down into theleather chair and grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge. Ipress it into her hand. “Drink.”

She does, her hands still shaking. She wipes her mouth andlooks up at me. Her hazel eyes are shimmering with unshed

tears. “How did you know to come?”

“I checked the security cameras,” I explain. “I don’t trustRoger. I was checking to make sure you left the building aloneand intact. I saw him pounding on the storage closet door. Itdidn’t take a huge logical leap to figure out what happened.”

Her lower lip trembles. “I don’t know what would havehappened if you hadn’t shown up, Nikolai. I… I was soscared.”

“I should kill him.” My fists tighten at my side in preparation.

Her eyes go wide. “No! No, it’s bad enough as it is. He’s nevergoing to give me a recommendation now. I’ll be fired, and I’llbe blacklisted. Do you think he can do that? Blacklist me? Isthat a thing?”

Panic is rising in her, and I can see it getting out of control.

“I’ll take care of everything, Belle. I told you that already.”

She shakes her head. “What are you going to do? I’m leavingtown. Immediately, now that you are firing Roger. I have to goback home, but I don’t have a job. Or money. I can’t even buymy sister a pair of shoes, but you’re here in… is that a tux?”

Her eyes rove over me appreciatively before she descendsback into her freakout. “I have to figure this out myself, but Idon’t know—”

With only the briefest of thoughts for Xena Simatou, I reachout and grab Belle’s face in my hands. She goes quiet, her eyesfocusing on mine for a fleeting second before I lean forwardand kiss her.

Her body goes slack. The tension dissipates. She may notknow what’s going on in her life at the moment, but her bodyknows exactly what to do.

She’s kissing me back at once. Hungrily. Desperately.

Belle drags her tongue across my top lip and then sucks on mybottom one. She looks like this prim, timid woman to thepassing eye, but underneath it all, she’s a firecracker beggingto be set aflame.

And I just struck the match.

I bend down and scoop her up, then carry her to my desk andsit her on the edge of it. When I reach for her waistband, shebreaks the kiss and lifts her hips, letting me drag her skirtdown her legs.

As soon as it’s out of the way, she wraps her legs around mywaist, pulling me closer. Her warm center grinds against thefront of my pants, and I hiss. Belle smiles and unzips mytuxedo, shoving my pants and my boxers down my thighs. Mycock springs free.

I can try to spin this however I want. I’m not married to XenaSimatou yet. Technically, it isn’t cheating until we’re married.

But I’m letting Belle palm my throbbing length while thetuxedo pants I plan to wear to my wedding with anotherwoman are around my ankles.

This is f****d-up in the best possible way.

And I have no plans to stop it.

“Yesterday, you had me tied up to a chair,” Belle whispers.Her hands stroke my thickness.

“Do you want me to tie you up again? I can.”

“Maybe it’s my turn to do the tying.”

I smooth my hands up her silky thighs and then push her backon my desk. “I think I’ve made it perfectly clear: tonight, I’mtaking care of you. Now, close your mouth and spread yourlegs.”

Belle listens without comment. That might be a first, I think.

But then I drag my finger across her seam and every thought isdriven out of my head by the wetness I find there.

I lean down and slick my tongue over the path I just made withmy finger, enjoying the taste of her and the way she trembles.Belle curls her fingers through my hair, trying to hold me inplace.

But I don’t take orders from anyone.

I pull back and then lift her off the desk. She frowns. “But Ithought we—”

I shake my head and spin her around by her hips. “Shut up andput your hands on the desk.”

She cries out, a delicious little whimper, as I take each of herhands in mine and plant them on the surface of my desk. Herback arches, and I almost groan at the sight of it. Rarely do myfantasies come true quite so quickly.

I rip open the rest of her tattered shirt, slide my hands underher bra, and cup her perfect breasts. They fill my hands likethey were made for me.

Belle presses her ass towards me, teasing the tip of my cock.Without asking, she reaches around and positions me at heropening.

I fill her up in one hot thrust.

She stifles a moan, a sound so intoxicating that I slide out ofher and do it again.

With every thrust, I squeeze her breasts and pull her bodyagainst mine. But soon, Belle is doing it on her own. Shemeets my every movement with an eager one of her own untilour bodies are slapping together so loud it echoes.

“Oh my God,” she moans. “This is—You feel—”

I let my hand fall between her legs and circle my finger overher swollen c**t.

“Magic,” she finally spits out.

I use my free hand to grip her hip, angling her body just how Iwant it. When I drive into her next, I know my aim wasperfect.

I thrust again and again, hitting her g-spot as I circle my fingerover her c**t. I feel the moment her body bends and breaks.She clamps around me, pulsing out the rhythm of her pleasure.

The second she’s done, she goes limp. I slide out of her andflip her onto her back. Then I find my way inside her again.

The desk shakes and groans with each thrust. I move fasterand faster. Any bit of self-control I have left fades away as myclimax comes closer.

Finally, the tightness in me loosens and I erupt into her.

I move in slow, lazy strokes until I’m pumped dry. When it’sover, my body is sated in a way I haven’t known since wewere in the airplane bathroom.

I slide out of her and realize there is no justification for this.No way to spin the truth.

I cheated on my future wife with Belle.

And if I have my way—which I always do—I’ll f*****g do itagain.

“You f****d her in your office?” Arslan snickers. “After youtied her up to a chair?”

“Tying her up was two nights ago. I f****d her last night.Against a wall.”

He whistles. “Only you can get away with that kind of kinkyforeplay. If I tried something like that, women would call thecops on me.”

“Actually, Belle called the cops on me the day we met.”

Arslan snaps his fingers. “That’s right. I almost forgot aboutthat. Gawdamn, she has got to be an amazing fuck.”

Even the possibility of Arslan imagining s*x with Belle hasme on edge. “You better make peace with never finding out.Unless you want me to castrate you.”

“I don’t need to find out; I already know.” He sees themurderous look on my face and holds up his hands insurrender, fighting back a laugh. “I know because youwouldn’t put up with all of the bullshit she’s hurled your wayif it wasn’t worth it. Not to mention the risk she poses to yourdeal with the Greeks. Any other woman would be long goneby now. But you’re keeping her around. There has to be areason.”

Arslan isn’t wrong. Part of the reason I’ve kept Belle around iscuriosity. I’ve always liked mixed messages, unexpectedoutcomes. And this petite young woman from the Plains

begging me to f**k her ten thousand feet in the air wascertainly unexpected.

But there remains the possibility that other reasons exist.

“Well, now, I’m keeping her around because her boss attackedher. She needs a job and money. I can’t just dump her out thedoor.”

“And why the hell not?” Arslan asks. “You can do anythingyou want.”

I nod. “You’re right. And right now, I want to break your teethwith a f*****g bat.”

Arslan tips his head back and laughs. “You wouldn’t dare.”

I’m mostly kidding. Though my best friend is edging too closeto an uncomfortable reality: I’m risking my Bratva for awoman. After I swore that is exactly what I wouldn’t do.

And I’m not entirely sure why.

The driver pulls into the parking garage beneath ZhukovaIncorporated.

Then, as soon as we park, three anonymous black cars reverseout of nearby spaces and block us in. Armed men climb out ofeach one.