Ivory Ashes - A Mafia Romance

e among the loude

ig, dumb mouth. In a flash, Mikhail crosse

stubbornly away from mine, but he might as well be smothering me. I f

nd whispers in my ear. "Do you want me to make good on

I don't know wh

abit? C

a pompous asshole and never thought of him again, no matter how muc

l didn't deign to talk to anyone else.

ing himself to be so

o find o

oss the suite. "I'm still here because helping clean up some

nly when I turn around to find the trash can that I remember what I'

isn't the only one. There's a noticeable bulge at

d finally back up to the dark holes where h

ifficult to read, but I

out of it. His mouth twists down into a scowl. "

ll you,'" I say in a terrible impression of his voice. "

the distance between us and swats the glass shards out of my hand. They rain down over my bare fee

on a show! I'm cleaning up the

lf. "Someone does one nice thing for you and you're throwing away your chance

that, I might sta

, though. As it is, my heart is doing a

wasn't a good fit

wasn

t care. I don't care, actually. Still, I find myself adding, "Is that why I'v

in his chest, his throat, past his lips in

he shifts closer to me. My

t to honor the deal our fathers made b

His thumb works into my pulse point as he tilts my head back so he's t

ing against his fingers

gne wash over me as he whispers, "It's about

be worse t

He slides closer. His erection pushes against t

about that. Fuck the deal our fathers made." His thumb strokes possessively a

t," I b

e before I ca

backwards. His long legs brush agains

looks down at me for a second before he wraps his big hands around my

VI

kes the outer curve of my ass, discovering an ero

deser

t mean sex

ce and future generations, Trofim and his evi

. It was part of the arrangement.

feel the need to

w a temper tantrum. Our engagement was planned by our respective paternal overlords to be just over six months

e Trofim had was t

unds confused. Like that math isn't even close

hat's the point of living if I can't rip o

t. The promise of seeing what's going on beneath Mik

thout sex is like a lif

last six

single time. Just one deep sound, low in his throat, before he slips his thumb under the lace. He plays in my wetness, drag

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