Chapter Ten
Roman
I know why I took her away with me, but I shouldn't have involved myself with risking the war I am ending or sticking her in the middle of it. But she is hiding something under those long lashes and the mask she doesn’t think I can see. The curves of her thighs flattening on my passenger seat, and the bulge next to my leg as I salivate, is telling me it was a good idea.
Her leg bounces nervously as my eyes trace her hips. She is a sweet little cottontail, and I, the fox. Messengers to the underworld, ready to prey and lure creatures in, and she just walked into my trap. As sexy as her legs are and the sweetness that probably runs between them, I will find out what her secrets are.
Even if I have to fuck it out of her.
The fear that spread across her face told me everything I needed to know earlier. She is hesitant about Shawn, but she was cowering against the wrong person. He has pretty much been told to fuck-off three times now, and if she wasn't standing there watching, I would have sliced the masterpiece into him under that streetlight.
It was fun to see her sweat about who is leaving her cotton balls, trying to figure out who is obsessed.
She turns to me, “So, what is the job tonight? I just want to be prepared,” she says excitedly. There is the pleasing Ava I have been studying, but I do love the sass from earlier when it escaped her. She just doesn’t know I am keeping a mental list of every time that sass escapes that pretty mouth of hers, tallying up how many strikes to her ass she needs or which chains to use to hold her down.
“You wanted to get more involved with the Bratva, then I will show you what it looks like,” I press play on the dash to listen to “Living In Tragedy” by Currents, “But first we need to make a few stops.”
She shifts the seat belt from riding up her neck, “Well, does your brother know?”
“Don’t worry princess, you will get the hours for your debt.” She pulls on the seat belt again, making it whir back and forth. Her uneasy fidgets were giving her away. She was nervous and she should be.
I cock my head, looking at the red light as she whirs the seat belt out again. I reach over to the hook, yanking the strap tight. The belt fastens, pressing between her tits, “ Please , stop messing with this,” I say. She flinches from my quick movement, watching my hand as her nipples harden under her sweater. I make sure my movement is slow as I retract my hand. An ache settles on my heart from her flinching like that, but loving how aroused she is with me pinning her.
She rubs at her sternum, “Can you use your words next time,” she says, scrunching her cute nose.
A buzz from my phone lights up the interface and I press the end button when I see it's Alexei calling. He took a plane with Sergey into BWI Airport and is probably wondering what's next. I want us to enjoy a meal before the deal with the Italians, plus I was starving and the way Ava’s stomach growled, she is too.