Tarnished Tyrant - A Mafia Romance

Chapter 4 Episode 4

I don’t say anything. I’m too busy falling to pieces in his hand.So he asks again.

“Do you like that, Belle?”

The way he says my name, his tongue languishing over thedouble L… It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

“Tell me,” he commands. “Tell me what you like. What youwant.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “I like… all of it. You. I like it.”

His thumb is moving over me faster now, flicking andmassaging until I’m seeing stars.

“That’s not good enough. You need to tell me exactly whatyou want.”

The pressure is ratcheting up higher and higher, and all I wantis… is…

“I want to come,” I gasp.

He thrusts into me to the hilt. “Then do it. Come for me like agood girl.”

Oh, for the love of God.

My orgasm is like the sun coming through the clouds after arainstorm. It happens suddenly and there’s no stopping it, nodimming it.

I moan, my muscles contracting and releasing. Cries ofpleasure climb up my throat.

Nikolai clamps his hand over my mouth, swallowing myshouts until I’m limp against him. My body is spent, but whenI look down, he’s still hard.

I frown. “It… it didn’t happen for you?”

“Don’t worry.” He brushes his thumb—the same thumb thatsent me over the edge—across my lower lip. “It will.”

Then he tears me off the counter and spins me around so I’mfacing the mirror, Nikolai floating like a golden angel over myshoulder. He grips my hips and slides into me again.

The angle is different and my mouth falls open. I lean forward,taking him deeper, wanting more and more and all of him.

Distantly, I’m aware of the plane’s vibrations, of the fact thatdozens of passengers are sitting mere feet away with just arickety plastic door between us. But the world has narrowed toencompass only this. Only this room. Only us.

My anxiety and fear are gone, pounded out of me by the manwith the silver eyes.

“They’ll hear us,” I whimper.

“Let them.” Nikolai drives into me harder. “I want this wholeplane to hear you come again.”

“It’s never happened for me twice.” I’m almost embarrassed toadmit it. Then again, I’m bent over a sink in front of astranger. Maybe nothing is embarrassing anymore.

Nikolai smirks in the mirror. “First time for everything.”

He wraps his hand around my leg and lifts my knee up to thecorner of the sink. I’m still trying to get situated when heslides all the way out of me and then slams into the hilt.

“Oh my God,” I moan. “It’s so—”

With every thrust, he’s touching places inside of me that havenever been touched. My thighs start to quiver and before I canproperly prepare myself, another orgasm is rocketing throughme.

This one is even more powerful than the last. My musclescontract, my body clamping down around Nikolai’s length.

And then I feel the handsome stranger pulsing into me.

He grunts as he drives all the way in. His sounds and histhrusts fade little by little until there’s just the white noise ofthe roaring engines and my own panting breath.

When we’re done, I hurry to put my leg down and stand up.Warning bells are going off in my head.

What have I done? Who have I done?

He could be married. Or a murderer. He could be a marriedmurderer. Nikolai might not even be his real name!

The same panic that was just sexed out of me starts to creepback in, but I swallow it down.

I feel warmth flowing down the inside of my legs, theevidence of what we’ve done painted between my thighs.

Nikolai zips his pants and reaches for the door handle. “Getdressed and we’ll leave together.”

He stares at me while I wipe off my legs and tug on my jeans.Whatever boldness had briefly possessed me, it’s gone now.I’m a walking, talking blush.

“Okay,” I say softly once I’ve fixed my lipstick in the mirrorand smoothed down my hair. “I’m ready.”

Nikolai opens the door without looking at me. The flightattendants are moving about the cabin now. At some pointwhile we were in there, the seatbelt light turned off. An olderwoman with curly gray hair is waiting outside the bathroomdoor. If she overheard anything that happened inside, shedoesn’t make it known.

I follow Nikolai down the center aisle. When he reaches hisseat, I nearly follow him, before I remember where I’msupposed to sit.

I hesitate for a second, waiting to see if he’ll look up at me andoffer a smile or a wave. Some kind of recognition for what wejust did together in the bathroom.

But he doesn’t look up.

And as pathetic as I may be sometimes, I’m not desperateenough to embarrass myself by begging for his attention.

So I keep walking to my seat.

Before I sit, I glance at the row behind me where Elise issitting. She has her legs curled up underneath her and her headresting on her folded-up sweatshirt. She’s fast asleep. Lookslike she has been for a while.

“Figures,” I mumble. I shake my head and drop down into mychair.

I can still see Nikolai’s squared jaw from back here, but helooks farther away than ever. If it wasn’t for the ache betweenmy legs, I could believe it was all a dream.

Maybe it would be better that way. For the Handsome Strangerto fade away like a dream you can barely remember afterwaking.

Maybe then everything that happened next wouldn’t have hurtso bad.

If the plane ride was a dream, the hotel is a nightmare.

“You can’t expect me to sleep here.” Elise draws away fromthe bed like she’s afraid it’ll swallow her whole.

I don’t entirely blame her. The comforter is threadbare, thepattern faded. The thin carpet looks clean enough, but it feelssticky against my feet. And the porcelain in the bathroom istinged yellow in a way that makes my skin crawl.

Her eyes bug out. “Belle!”

“What?” I snap. “What do you want me to do about it? This isthe place my company booked for us to stay.”

“Yes, Roger. My boss. He booked the rooms and this is wherewe’re staying.”

Elise crosses her arms. “I don’t know why I’m being punished,too. I’m not the one who turned him down.”

That’s a lie. It is entirely like Roger to make my life at workhell because I won’t sleep with him. Elise is right—I shouldreport him to HR or something.

But f**k, I need this job. I needed it before Elise lived withme, but now, I definitely can’t be toeing the poverty line whileI’m responsible for a teenager.

Elise deserves something resembling stability for once in herlife. I have to be that something.

Which means I have to put up with handsy assholes in order tosecure a paycheck. There are worse things in the world. I’mtough; I can survive. I’ve survived for a long time just to makeit here.

Elise spins around and throws open the curtains to the onlywindow. Immediately, we’re greeted with a stunning viewof… the graffitied, soot-stained brick building next door.

“You’re right. This doesn’t look like a prison cell at all,” shedrawls. “This place is great. Ten stars.”

I groan and rummage through my suitcase. “I’d love it if youcould at least pretend to have a good time while we’re here.”

Elise studies the bed for a moment before changing her mindand perching on the edge of the armchair in the corner. A puffof dust rises out of the cushions, swirling around in the dingylight coming through the window.

“But I’m not having a good time,” she pouts.

“You’ve made that abundantly clear. That’s why I said‘pretend.’ I have to be here for work, so let’s just get throughthis and then we can go home, okay?”

“To your apartment, you mean?”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Teenagers are people, too. My sister has been through a hardtime. It’s not her fault. I need to cut her some slack.

Did I really expect her to be excited about having her ownroom and thank me every day for giving her a warm bed tosleep in? Well, maybe. But I’m wiser and less idealistic now.

I release the breath in a whistle between pursed lips. “Yes. Tomy apartment. Where you now live. We won’t be here long.Maybe a week.”

“A week?” Elise exclaims. “I thought it was only three days!”

“Oh, you don’t listen when I ask you how your day was, butyou listen when I explain our travel itinerary?”

I slip out of my jeans—the jeans that still smell like HandsomeStranger—and pull on a pair of black, high-waisted slacks. Ifthe clock above the television is right, I have twenty minutesto get across town to the offices of Zhukova Incorporated.

“Belle!” Elise cries out. “Answer me!”

I shrug on a pale pink blouse and button it. “Anyway—yes, aweek. That original three-day plan was from before Rogerbailed on me. Now, I’m doing this on my own. It’s for a bigcompany, and things might take longer.”