11. Roman
11
ROMAN
SONG, KOOL-AID, brING ME THE HORIZON.
Dragging myself away from Nadia is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do.
I know she wants more from me, I just know she would be the perfect fit for me.
A woman who has control of her life but wants it taken away in the bedroom. To me, she could be the missing piece of the puzzle.
It feels right and I want more, yet something is stopping me. My own ego perhaps.
Kicking open the door to my office, I find a flustered Violet tapping away on the computer.
“Have they gone?”
She pulls up the security feeds and chews on her long purple nail.
“Rico is dealing with them now.”
I roll up my sleeves and sit on the couch, letting out an exasperated sigh as I tip my head back against the wall.
I didn’t need to be here, I could have fucked Nadia seven ways to Sunday. Fuck, right this second my dick could have been deep inside her.
“Did you want a room, Sir?” Violet's soft voice shakes me out of my dirty thoughts of my wife.
I shake my head, looking down at my Rolex.
Nadia will probably still be awake, maybe there is a chance to show her still tonight.
“No. I have plans with my wife.”
Luckily I have a whole room of equipment to use on her at home. I can see how far she can be pushed.
Maybe I’ll start her off on the bench. Or the cross.
No, I can’t wait to have her strapped to my bed, her ass in the air and at my mercy. I’ll spank it until it’s red, then rub her down until she screams, begging to come.
“I think she might have other plans, Roman.”
I pull my head back, confusion taking over, until my eyes lock on the monitor.
I can’t help the grin that spreads on my lips.
She has balls.
“Tell Nic to let her in. Everyone knows the rules here.”
It’s simple, you don’t touch the boss’ wife. You do, you die.
Resting my hand on the back of her chair, I lean over and don’t take my eyes off Nadia. A short little black dress that hugs her toned frame beautifully. Paired with gold heels and a matching bag.
No wonder every guy’s head has turned the moment she makes it through the double doors.
I can almost taste her on my tongue. By far, the most stunning woman to walk into this building, and my life.
She slowly approaches the bar, looking far more relaxed than I have ever seen her. Which worries me.
She’s mine.
I’ll do whatever I have to to remind her of that fact.
My ring, my wife, only ever mine to please.
“Are you in deep with her?” Violet asks, not looking at me.
I swallow the lump in my throat.
“It appears that way,”
A fire spreads through my chest, an unfamiliar feeling, as Vlad pulls up alongside her. He’s close, far too close to her for my liking.
Clenching my fists, I study her reaction to him.
He whispers something in her ear and my frustration grows.
And then she smiles at him and nods and I nearly explode with rage as he laces his fingers through hers and guides her into the gold room.
“Mother fucker,” I grit out under my breath, my hand going for my gun.
“Want me to fix this?” Violet says I almost can’t hear her under the blood pounding in my ears.
The door closes behind them.
I have two choices, I let her explore without me and I lose her.
Or, I show them both who is in charge.
I’ll play her game.
There will only be one of us coming out of that room victorious though.
And I certainly won’t lose my wife to a sub I trained. He knows the rules, and now I shall remind everyone of what happens when you cross a Petrov.
“No. I will sort this out myself. Turn the security footage off outside the room.” I demand, heading for the door.
“Do you need?—”
I hold up my finger to cut her off with a simple answer.
“Yes. One hour.”