Keeping my Mafia Husband

“Who the fuck is it?” The man still gripping me like I’m his property turns toward the guy who just showed up. I thought they were together, but maybe not. Maybe, finally, someone heard me screaming and came.“It’s me, you stupid fucks.” He steps into the light, and I see him more clearly now. My mouth goes dry at the size of him, tall, easily more than six feet, and broad. Those shoulders could lift a boulder. He’s wearing a dark shirt and pants, and he looks like sin, like he walked straight out of one of my dark fantasies. Black hair cropped at the sides. He makes me forget I’m surrounded by men. I can’t even understand what he’s saying, literally, he is speaking Russian.“What are you gonna do?” His hands stay buried in his pockets, that lazy, casual air still hanging on him as he stares the men down.“Shit. It’s Drognov,” one of them mutters, shoving the guy next to him. That pulls my attention to him. “Let’s get out of here.” They’re all speaking Russian, which I don’t understan

“Little bunny,” he says, teasing with a grin, “are you trying to get eaten?”I flush so hard my fingers turn red, nearly matching my hair. Scrambling off his lap, I realize, my video is still playing. It’s the one of me in a singlet and panties, playing with my cat and giggling like an idiot. The one I swore I’d never post. The one I hid. Or thought I did.“I just want my phone back,” I say in a small cracking voice. Aleksei glances at the screen, and I know he’s watching me shake my very awkward ass. My fingers tremble, and I barely stop myself from diving at the phone again.“Cute,” Aleksei murmurs, then casually hands me the phone.Cute? I stare at him, stunned, before snatching the phone and slamming the video shut. My face burns. I glance back at him.“Did you just call me–” My mouth moves before my brain can stop it.Aleksei looks at me, and the corner of his mouth curls. “I was talking about your cat,” he says. Then, with a wicked glint in his eye, “But your panties were cute

I have never met someone so impulsive in my life. She drags me into her room and slams the door, hard, in the face of her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend. I don’t know. I don’t care. Then she turns, and freezes.A towering stranger stands just a breath away in the dim light of the hotel room. Her shoulders rise, eyes wide, breath caught. Just like a bunny.My smile spreads with teeth. This little bunny wants me to eat her. But her actions don’t line up. She’s scared and daring in the same breath, talking about how she doesn’t do one-night stands. I step in closer, studying her.Red hair, too red, like it’s bleached, pinned up with little pearl flowers. Pretty. Cute. Her gown, same color, clings to her full chest. My gaze lingers there. I like that part. Everything else? Not my type.I don’t even do redheads. None of the women I fuck have been redheads. And I’m not exactly in the mood to fuck this one either. But the way she keeps dumping herself in my lap, literally, has me reconsidering.

I know I shouldn’t. I’ve never done this before. But the minute Aleksei’s lips touch mine, the second he claims my mouth and kisses me like I’m nothing but lips made just for him, I lose my damn mind.I’ve never felt anything like this. Not with anyone.I’m panting now, chest exposed, my bra the only thing still covering me. Aleksei stripped my dress off in one swift move. He’s behind me, kneeling, kissing along my throat, hot mouth sucking and licking, dragging heat down my spine.One hand’s in my hair, yanking it to the side for better access. The other’s on my belly. Those big hands so close to my panties I could cry.I need his hand lower. I’m so wet, so ready I feel like sobbing. I need his hands, his cock, his everything.I squirm and move my hand to his, trying to guide him where I want him most.“Do you have a condom?” His voice is thick, and his breath ghosts against my skin. It makes me shiver.I moan, arch back, press my ass against the thick, solid heat of his cock. It’s s

They’re all here, even Serena, who’s supposed to be on her honeymoon right now. And Jenna.God, I don’t want to see her.But I don’t say anything. I just stand there with all four of them: Freya, brown-haired and judgy, arms folded tight across her chest starts first, "And? Where’s the guy?"I blink at her. "What guy?" Yeah, that won’t fly. When she narrows her eyes at me, I look away."He’s gone.""Claire, just because of what happened last night, did you really have to do that?" Serena asks.I expected her to pounce on me for wrecking her reception, but instead she just looks… concerned. Which, depending on the day, feels a little judgy too."It’s not about that," I try, but then Jenna opens her mouth. I shoot her a look that shuts her up mid-sentence."Why are you even here?" I snap. "Do you think we’re still friends?""Claire, " her voice cracks. "It’s really over. Me and Austin, I ended it last night. I’m sorry for what I did. It just… got out of control.""I don’t want your excus