𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 | The oldest daughter of the Don to the Latin mafia hasn't had it easy in life so far growing up in a not so loving household made her have to learn how to build herself back from what her father destroyed and trust no one...
Well this took me wayyyyyy longer than it should have to write but oh well we're here now.
SMUT WARNING ⚠️ Enjoy;) But not too much 🤭 (iykyk)
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~Damien Volkov~
Well seeing her here was definitely the last thing I expected to see when I came out here tonight.
Back home when I opened the letter from my father it said something about some Vlad guy he needs gone and then he said to communicate with him through his second in command once it's done.
The information he gave me about the guy said he would be here tonight so I quickly change, but now I couldn't let Nik miss out on the fun now, could I? He was in there before me since I had to take a call with Ivan about the security system in here but that was when I saw her getting out of the call in that tiny black satin dress and her silver high heels.
I really can't help but feel a tiny sting knowing that the big emergency that made her run out on me was going out to a club but again I need to remind myself she doesn't owe me shit. She doesn't need an explanation and I certainly shouldn't even want an explanation.
But as we walk into the club I can just immediately tell this night isn't gonna be an easy one.
Because well for starters I'm here on a mission to murder someone because I'm the heir to the fucking Russian mafia but I'm walking into this with a girl who works for the FBI in my arms.
Perfect recipe for nothing but disaster.
Once we're in the middle of the crowd I feel her grab me by arm and drag me to the bar but I stop her and she just gives me a confused look "No getting drunk tonight. I'm gonna need you fully sober you get that?" I step in closer to her invading her space "because if you're not then, love I'm afraid I won't be able to help you with that" I say pointing with my eyes to where her nipples stand through the thin fabric of her dress.
"Quite the gentleman now are you?" If only you knew moya lyubov' if only you knew. "I try to be but don't expect that to last too long because with the right motivation I can be the furthest thing from gentle" I stare into her eyes seeing nothing but pure amusement in her eyes, she likes this little game we're playing here and I can already tell she's not gonna play fair.
She pushes her ass against my cock and I wince from the contact already pulsing with need for this woman. She spins her head back to look at me with a slight grin on her lips and a tinge of a challenge in her eyes. "How about that for motivation?" She asks not breaking eye contact. But I ignore her question grab her face to turn it away from me because just looking at her lips makes me want to fuck that mouth of hers.
I tighten my grip on her hips and push myself up against her ass, even more, to make her feel how hard I am as a silent answer to her question. She sways her hips to the music before turning back to face me. She wraps her arms around my neck and keeps up the torture with her hips. She looks up at me but when I look down to meet back her gaze I realize it had to have been the worst decision I took that day because not only do I see her gorgeous grey eyes I also get a nice look at her tits.
