Indebted

Chapter Nineteen

The elevator ride to the lobby was an excerise on surviving sexual tension, the awareness of him prickled my skin. He was a potent force just like the two shiny objects entrenched inside me.

Nickolai took my hand gently caressing my knuckles with his thumb, I could feel his lips against my skin and the stirred memories of our sexual encounter within the walls of an elevator cab, rose goosebumps about my body.

Amusement warmed his eyes"Are you okay? "

I smiled sweetly giving nothing away. I was relieved when the doors opened and freed us, riding an elevator would never be the same for me.

I paused on the sidewalk, gulping in a breath of Tampa air, a sleek, black limo was parked in front of the building and I saw my reflection in the spotless, tinted window.

I really looked amazing, my brown eyes overly bright, my cheeks rosy pink as his heavily, armed men ushered us into the awaiting vehicle.

I wondered if Hilary Clinton had this much security detail.

Amerigo slipped inside, sitting obliquely opposite me, he looked just as jaw dropping as his brother in his black attire. I slid across the bench leaning against the door when Nickolai settled in beside me. My breath came short and fast as he jab my leg, shifting the objects, a dull, pleasurable ache building within my core.

I wonder how long I will be able to hold out without coming? Crossing my legs, squeezing them tightly.

"You look really beautiful Emily." commented Amerigo as I looked outside at the pedestrians walking around us only inches away.

"Thanks" highly conscious of how good Nickolai smelled.

They both smelled great but I would know Nickolai's musky, citrus odor anywhere, I was drawn to him like a rope around a prize pony going to get slaughtered. I breath him in, closing my eyes, telling myself to relax, enjoy the evening, don't think about my mother.

I surrendered briefly to the sensational feelings the balls created in me, rolling my hips lightly on the seat, my muscles clenched deeply inside me, his warm hand over mines.

"Nick.. the russians infiltrated our private underground gambling last night but we dealt with them though it was costly, lost four of my best men."

My eyes pop open

Silence

"Are they all dead? I would have liked to interrogate at least one of the bastards before you killed them all." his accent thick and rich.

He glances at me briefly, probably trying to read my thoughts through my facial expression but I remained unfazed, I was much to scared to do otherwise.

Amerigo nodded his head, his expression unmoving.

"Hire some more men, compensate the family of the dead men and keep our business away from the media."

I inhaled sharply looking out the window, at least I learned something vital tonight. The Russians were the Italians greatest ememy and as his wife they would mines too soon enough.

My body tense a little, I wasn't prepared for all of this and I wanted to escape but I didn't have the money to buy back my freedom, to clear off my fathers debts. Upon my mother's death I inherited two million from her insurance policy but that was only a drop in the bucket compared to what I would still be owing Nickolai Carsarro.

The driver pulled into the drive way and Amerigo opens the door before the valet had a chance too. We exited the vehicle, Nickolai draws me close as we walked along the red carpet, camera lights flashing around us as we strolled into the building.