Page 33 of A Bride for the Mafia King

He blanches at first, examining me carefully, and then nods. “Understood.”

He gives me a long look, then rises and walks out, leaving the door open behind him. I sat there a moment longer, looking over all of the photos on my desk, the weight of his words settling deep in my chest.

Trust is a luxury…

Swiping all the photos quickly into a stack I shove them into the top drawer of the desk and rise. I went straight back to the bedroom. My heart is pounding hard.

Once inside I yanked open the closet and pulled out two big black suitcases. They hit the floor with a heavy thud. I glance back at the bed and realize that Eva is no longer in it and I listen closely to the sounds in the room. The shower is running in the bathroom.

I toss both suitcases onto the empty bed. The sharp zip of the cases opening sounded reverberates through the space. I started ripping clothes off the hangers and stuffing them inside—shirts, pants, jackets, swimsuits—everything we might need.

A soft scrape on the floor made me pause and look up from my endeavor.

There she was, fresh out of the shower, wrapped in nothing but a damp towel. Her hair is still wet and hanging in strands over her bare shoulders. She’s brushing her teeth slowly, almost absentmindedly, watching me as she leans against the doorframe.

Just the sight of her wrapped in that towel has me growing hard, the pressure in my pants uncomfortable. A surge of lust shoots through my body and all I can think about is pulling that towel down and exploring her body all over again as I’d done last night.

“What are you doing?” she asks around the toothbrush in her mouth.

“We’re going away,” I say, crossing the room to stand in front of her. I reached out and took her arms gently, rubbing them as I stepped closer. “For a few weeks.”

Her eyes search mine, confusion shifting quickly to concern.

“Tolya—”

I press a kiss to her forehead, before staring deep into her eyes. “I owe you a honeymoon. I’m taking you somewhere special, just us.”

I feel her breath hitch. The tension in her shoulders softened under my hands. She lowered her toothbrush, letting it hang from her lips, and nodded slowly.

“Alright,” she says. “Let me finish getting ready.”

I smile, the tension between us easing just a bit. “Good.”

I reached into the suitcase and pulled out a soft, flowing sundress. “Put this on.”

“Fine, but I need undergarments first.” She takes it, a playful gleam lighting up her eyes as she laughs softly and disappears back into the bathroom.

I go back to the suitcase and pull a pair of underwear and their matching lace bra out. When I turn back to her she’s discarded the toothbrush and has a look of playful irritation on her face. Walking back to her I dangle them in front of her.

“You mean like these?”

Before she can step past me, I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her off the ground effortlessly. The laughter as she throws her head back is rich, genuine. My dick pulses at the sound, just seeing her in that towel had turned me on. The sound of her melodic laugh only made me harder.

“Put me down, Tolya!” Eva cries playfully, kicking her legs with mock fury. She squawks, trying to wriggle free without losing her towel, but I toss her on the bed and seal my lips over hers in a deep, hungry kiss.

When I finally pull back, she’s breathless and panting in my arms and I whisper against her mouth, “Put clothes on, fast. Or I’m going to take you right here, right now—and we’ll miss our flight.”

A few minutes later we stand side by side in the elevator, suitcases resting at our feet. My eyes tracing the curves of her legs, the way her sundress hugs her hips, the soft swell of her breasts beneath the fabric. That fire sparks low in my gut again, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Fuck it,” I say, voice gravelly with arousal. I slammed my palm down on the stop button.

Eva’s head snaps toward me, eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

I don’t answer with words. Just grab her by the waist, spinning her around so her back faced the mirrored wall. My fingers hook under the hem of her dress, hiking it higher, teasing bare skin. Grabbing her ass and lifting her to rest on my hips, pinning her body between the mirrored wall and my own.

My lips find her neck in a brutal, claiming bite. Teeth grazed, biting down just enough to make her gasp and moan. I watch her in the mirror every gasp, every flicker of pleasure, every shiver.

“Tolya, you can’t be serious.” She looks up at the camera in the corner of the elevator. A crimson blush cast across her cheek. “Here?”