Chapter 2 - Angelika #2
I roll my eyes and decide to just enjoy myself. If he gets hands-on, I’ll deal with it.
Turning my back to Arseni, I create a little space between us. He slips his arm around my waist, but before he can make any real moves, I look up to find the most fucking incredibly hot guy standing right in front of me.
He grins at me. A wickedly devilish smile that instantly has my heart racing. My mouth drops open, and I quickly press it closed again and try to hide my shock at his insane fucking hotness.
Holy shit. Is this what it feels like when you meet a guy worth getting into trouble for?
The guy’s eyes play over me for a second before he reaches around me, his body pressing into me, his cologne stealing into my lungs, and he shakes Arseni’s hand.
“Hey man, long time. How are you?” he says, his deep voice is commanding and captivating, and made of pure authority.
“Dio, man, what a great surprise!” Arseni sounds excited. “My brothers are here, if you want to say hi?”
“Let’s all grab a drink,” Dio says.
I’m nodding, even though I don’t know if I’m invited.
Dio throws me a half smile, and all over again, heat is rippling through every inch of me.
“Would you care to join us?” he asks, holding out his hand to me.
I slip my fingers into his, and he shakes my hand.
“Angel,” I murmur, nodding.
“Hi, Angel, I’m Diomid,” he purrs like a wild cat. A lion, dangerous and filled with warning.
Behind me, I hear Arseni groan as he steps away from me, unwrapping his arm from my waist. Apparently, Diomid is a stronger hunter. Higher in the wolf pack of men. Arseni didn’t even try and fight for my attention.
Not that he stood a chance against this guy.
Diomid leads me toward the bar with his hand on my lower back and my heart racing.
“What are you drinking, Angel?” he asks.
“Vodka soda and a splash of passion fruit.” Why can’t I stop staring at him? Also, where is everyone else? I glance behind me and see Mila talking to Luka and Arseni. They’re laughing and enjoying themselves. I guess Arseni wasn’t too bothered and has moved on to the next option. Boys will be boys.
My eyes trace over Dio’s heavy frame. His thick forearms and broad shoulders. This isn’t a boy. This is a man.
His grey-blue eyes pierce into me, as though he’s reading my soul.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” he remarks.
“Maybe you just weren’t paying attention,” I sass, grinning.
“Oh no, little angel, I’m paying attention,” he says, his voice full of suggestion.
We drink, and talk, and it’s like we’re the only two people here. No one else matters anymore because he has captivated me fully.
Shots mix with champagne and vodka, and soon I’m so relaxed I’m having the best night of my life.
Mila doesn’t even flutter an eyelash when I tell her I’m leaving with Dio just past 1 AM. She pulls me into a hug and whispers, “Glad you found your type. Have a blast, but don’t come back too late in the morning, otherwise I can’t cover for you.”
My heart is racing in a new way as he leads me out of the club, his hand in mine, and we walk a short way to a very luxurious hotel. He books the penthouse suite, and again, I’m in disbelief that I’m really, actually about to do this.
The elevator ride up to the penthouse is well-lit, contrasting with the dark safety of the red club lights. I wonder if my hair is a mess, or if my cheeks are red. Or if I’m sweaty.
I’ve never been with anyone before, and now I’m about to lose my virginity to a total stranger I met a few hours ago on a dance floor.
And the best part—I’m so freaking excited I’m giddy about it.
At least he isn’t a total stranger. Arseni knew him. This means he’s part of the Bratva world and is likely connected to Mila’s circle in some way.
But whatever, I don’t even care right now.
The elevator doors slide open, and Diomid takes my hand, leading me to the penthouse door and swiping his keycard.
It clicks open, and he pulls me inside.
I should be more nervous than I am. But my head is fuzzy with alcohol, and all I care about is that he’s the most insanely gorgeous thing I’ve ever set my eyes on, and I can’t wait for him to…
Before I can finish the thought, Diomid pulls me close, and as his hand slides around my waist, his lips press into mine.
My body spikes with desire. He steps forward, forcing my back against the closed door as his hands slide down my waist and over my thighs. My heart races faster, and I gasp against his open mouth. My fingers tug at his shirt buttons and pull them open. His skin is hot, tanned, rippled with muscles.
Fuck. He’s a hundred times hotter without a shirt on.
My eyes graze over him as he steps back to shrug it off. The bulge of his cock against his pants is massive, and it makes my heart skip a beat.
Diomid growls as he scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom with my legs wrapped around his waist and his fingers slowly drifting between my legs, teasing me, flooding me with need.
***
Birds are singing, and bright warm sunlight is soaking into my closed eyelids.
A smile drifts onto my face as I snuggle against the toned chest of the stranger I hooked up with last night.
Holy wow. It was so good. I thought it would hurt more, but the pleasure was so intense I hardly noticed the pain, and everything was indescribably magical.
I think the alcohol helped too. I can’t believe I don’t have a hangover.
It’s been a long time since I was that drunk.
My cheeks glow with a flush of heat when I think about all the things I did.
This guy is like the Greek god of pleasure. He knew exactly what he was doing, and maybe, in some ways, I’m spoiled now. Because how will anyone ever compare?
I giggle softly to myself as my eyes flutter open.
“Good morning, little angel. “
His dark, deep voice soothes over me.
“Morning,” I smile, shy now that I’m no longer empowered by the shots.
But as I wake up fully, being shy is the last of my worries. I realize just how bright the room is. Shit. It’s much later than it should be. It’s far too late for me to be lying in bed with a stranger. No matter how good it feels.
I sit up with a surge of panic flickering through me.
“I, I really need to go,” I stammer.
“I thought you might stay for breakfast. Then we could come back to bed and start again,” he grins.
I bite my lip, briefly considering his offer and really wanting to accept it. But I can’t.
Maybe in a parallel universe, I do stay. I throw caution to the wind and wrap myself in his gorgeous body, and give in to all my desires.
Maybe I have breakfast with him and make love again, and then order lunch in bed, and this whole thing becomes something more…
Sighing, I shove the thought from my mind.
Not in this universe, though.
In this universe, my brothers will skin me alive if they find out I went home with…
With…
Shit… I’m so embarrassed. I can’t even remember his name.
Wow. Was I that drunk?
Whatever, it doesn’t matter. It was exactly what I needed.
“I’m sorry, I’ve already overslept and I’m late. I really have to go,” I say, smiling, but already wiggling out of his bed and searching the room for my dress.
He points to it, propped on his side with his head on his hand, folded up on his elbow. “Pity. I really enjoyed last night,” he muses, watching me pull the dress up over my body and wiggle into it.
“Me too.” I blush, noticing that his cock has grown harder again, watching me get dressed. Dammit, I want to climb back into bed with him.
“I’ll, um, see you around,” I grin, picking up my purse and pulling my phone out of it to call an Uber.
I need to get out of here now before I make a stupid decision that will really get me into trouble. If it’s not already too late.
I rush from his room, and he follows me, butt naked, to the front door of the penthouse. He leans against the doorframe, forcing me to slip out beneath him.
Before I can slip away, he grabs my jaw and pulls my face toward his. He kisses me like he owns me. And fuck me if it doesn’t almost make me push him right back into the penthouse.
“Go on,” he says, a mischievous grin on his face as he gestures to the elevator. “Unless you want me to walk you down?”
I glance at his very naked perfection, my lips curling into a smile.
“I’m going now. You’re trouble, and if I don’t leave now, I’ll never leave,” I flirt.
He says nothing, but I feel his eyes on me and the heat of his smile as I climb into the elevator.
It carries me down to the ground floor, and realization slaps into me. Why didn’t I ask for his number?
Right.
I know why.
How can I explain that to my brothers?
Ugh. I hate my life. But last night was amazing. I might need to sneak out more often.
I’m grinning a happy as I step out of the hotel and onto the sidewalk, walking toward the marked point on the map where my Uber is waiting.
But before I can reach it, a black SUV skids to a stop in front of me, blocking my path.
I scream, my lungs shooting fear and panic out in a high-pitched siren. But it happens too fast. Too fast for anyone to help me. Too fast for me to even think.
Hands grab me from the back of the SUV, and a bag is shoved over my head.
Tires skid on tar, and the car shoots forward with me trapped inside.
Kidnapped.