Bratva Queen (complete)

Chapter 9

"It doesn't matter Mitya. We have been apart for eighteen years, and I don't want to ever remember a time when you weren't with me."

Have I said lately, just how glorious my Roza is?

"I know this may sound odd. But the moment that your eyes met mine, I fell head over heels in love with you. And I will never stop loving you, you are my everything Dimitri. You mean more to me than anyone or anything I have ever known."

"We have already talked about love at first sight, my darling." My eyes caressed every inch of her face. 

"I love you so much, my Roza Mazur Belikova." I whispered just before I kissed her again. This kiss was slow, loving, passionate, gentle, and sweet. But also, hungry and deep. As girly as it sounds, I swear I saw fireworks.

"Good lord, can you two not keep your hands and lips off of each other for more than two seconds at a time?" Asked a fakingly frustrated Ivan.

Roza and I smiled against each other's lips. Turning to look at the other's I said, "look at this woman Ivan. Now you tell me, how in the living hell, can I not kiss and touch her just as much as possible?"

"We are."

"Because not only is she not yours. But also because you know very well that if you tried it, I would kill you without blinking an eye."

"True, on both counts." He laughed.

"All right Rose, what do you think of these tuxes?" Ivan asked.

"Better. But the waists of the jackets, need to be cinched in a little." She said as she looked at Vinny.

"Yes ma'am. Do you want the waist on Dimitri's, cinched as well?"

"Yes, and as I said, I also want the sleeves of his a little more fitted." 

She ran her hands up and down my arms. "I want to be able to look at him and see what I already know is under there."

As she spoke Vinny made notes on what she wanted.

"What about the pants?" He asked.

"Would all of you take your jackets off and turn around, please?"

We did as she asked. She and Vinny squatted down behind me, Roza took a hold of the pants. "Right here in the butt, on Dimitri's, I want them tighter as well." 

She laughed again. "I want to be able to see that very well defined ass of his." 

I just shook my head and rolled my eyes, as everyone else laughed at me.

She stood up and looked at me, "where did you get the pants you wore to dinner last night?"

"Here."

"That is how, I want these pants to look an fit."

Looking at Vinny I said, "like all the other pants you make me."

He nodded his understanding, and made more notes.

"I also want his vest to fit over his abs perfectly." She told him, as she ran her hands over my abs hungrily. More notes, and more nodding. 

"I want his whole suit to look like it was molded specifically for his body. But not distastefully so."

"I understand what you mean." Vinny told her. 

"You want him to look sexy, but not overly so."

"Exactly."

"I also want a strip of black satin down the sides of the legs of his pants, to cover the outside seam. And I want the lapels of his jacket to look  and shine like satin. And I want the same done to the others, just with gray."