Unprotected with the Mob Boss: A Dark Mafia Romance (Alekseiev Bratva) Fox, Nicole (best chinese ebook reader .TXT) 📖

focus. He’s holding me so tight that my ribs can barely move, but instead of feeling suffocating, it calms me down. He kisses below my ear, his mouth lingering there like a secret.

When he lets me go, the past becomes something that is trying to test me and I no longer feel the need to be put on trial by it. He takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor.

There’s so much I need to tell him, but right now, the silence between us is an acquittal I desperately need.

13

Lev

Every time I look at Allison, I’m gripped by fear. It’s fear that I’ve never known before. I’m afraid that she’s an illusion and my hands will pass right through her. I’m afraid that she will see she has as much clout as me as in this deal and walk away from it. I’m afraid that she’s going to get hurt or even killed. I’m afraid that one day she’ll use that power over me to stab a knife into my back.

With my arm around her waist while we dance, she brings out an uncivil side of my mind. The way a few strands of her hair have fallen from her bun and are brushing against her cheek. The way her body feels under my hands with every one of her steps. The way her feet always miss the third beat. The soft smile on her face. It mostly makes me want to tear off her clothes and fuck her on one of these tables, but another part of me would be equally fine with just taking her away from the crowd and drinking in my den.

I want her to be mine in every way.

“I’m sorry about my father,” she mentions. “He’s usually levelheaded.”

“He didn’t kill me, which was one of my concerns,” I say. I pull her closer, so we can keep our voices low.

“He knows about your connections.” She brushes a strand of hair away from her face. “Your, uh, your other business.”

“I get it,” I say. “I knew he would. That was why you couldn’t tell him beforehand. This whole black tie affair is less for him than it is for all of his colleagues and the people who keep the police force well-funded.”

Her fingers touch my elbow. Of all the touches I’ve received from women before, this one is the hottest. This one stirs me the most. It brings my cock to rigid attention.

“I thought you’d be more worried about your plan,” she says.

“He doesn’t want to be seen as an overprotective father that will arrest someone because they’re dating his daughter.” I put my mouth closer to her ear. “That’s the whole plan.”

She nods, her chin brushing against my shoulder. I brush my lips against her temple.

“You should stop worrying about it,” I say. “Just focus on getting everyone else to believe we’re in love.”

She pulls slightly away and gives me a quick look, her eyes reminding me of the ocean at night—dark, turbulent, inscrutable. I can see she’s hurt by what I said. If she’s starting to fall for me, it could be good for my plan but dangerous for me. It’s a thin line to walk.

“Of course,” she whispers. “I get it. It’s a good plan.”

I pull her closer, not quite ready to let her succumb to her shame and sadness. My cock brushes against her thigh. I slide my leg between her legs, nudging them open a little farther. She raises an eyebrow at me, but we continue moving close to each other.

“Tell me,” I say.

“Tell you what?”

“How you think two people in love would act.”

“Well,” she muses. “The man would cradle her face, tell her that she was the most amazing woman he ever met, and carry her to the car when she’s too drunk to walk. He also wouldn’t blackmail her or try to seduce her in the middle of a gala.”

“I’m not that kind of man and you’re not that kind of drunk,” I say.

“We could change both of those things.”

“I’d rather not.”

She moves her hands up to my arms. I prefer her hands to be lower, but she’s looking up at me again, which makes it a decent compromise.

“Then how do you think two people in love would act?” she asks.

I move closer to her ear again, my cheek brushing against hers. “They’d be fucking constantly.”

I feel her shiver. “That seems time-consuming.”

I kiss her cheek before pulling away again. “Love doesn’t need to make sense.”

It’s hard to hold back my desire for her now. I’ve imagined her in every position in this room—pressed up against the wall, bent over the table, on top of the bar, her head between my legs. The only reason I haven’t done it is because I’m aware that her father could walk back into the ballroom and it would guarantee a shot in my head.

But as Allison looks at me, her pussy rocking up against my thigh and desire singing in the darkness of her pupils, I’d almost be willing to take a bullet if it means I could fuck her now.

I lean down, kissing her. Her mouth crumples against mine for a second before she kisses me back just as intensely. I grip her hips as her thumbs press harder into my skin. I could never be close enough to her until I’m inside her. She’s everything to me right now.

There’s a vibration between us. At first, I conclude it’s a strange reaction from our bodies, but as it continues, I pull away. I pat the sides of my jacket, finding my phone. Allison looks at me, her expression dazed for several seconds before she bows her head, turning away from me.

Fuck.

It’s Ilya. I consider ignoring it, giving Allison all of my attention, but I know it’s a mistake to trade Bratva time for a woman’s affection. It won’t lead to anything but my own prison sentence.

I walk off the dance floor, feeling everyone’s eyes on me as I put