Cruel Paradise - A Mafia Romance Chapter 70

A more patient man might have waited a few minutes before excusing himself, too, but I’m rock-hard and at the end of my tether. I’m keenly aware of Jessica’s eyes on my back as I follow Emma out of the Onyx Room, but at this point, I don’t give a fuck.

I’m done pretending she’s anything but mine.

The hallway outside the ballroom is empty except for Emma. She’s racing towards the restrooms when I catch up, grab her arm, and twist her around to face me. She collides with me, all breathless and panicked.

“What the hell are you doing?” she gasps. “That was not funny!”

“No,” I growl, pushing her up against the wall. “No, it was not fucking funny.”

I silence her with my lips, stealing the kiss the only way I know how. No negotiations, no conversation. Just demanding and greedy and fucking no-holds-barred. I slide my tongue into her mouth and I feel the moan in her chest.

I’m gonna make sure the whole fucking world knows who she belongs to.

But first, I’m going to remind her.

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EMMA

My head is spinning fast.

My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest.

He’s got my leg hitched up around his waist and I can feel his cock, rock-solid and possessive, pushing at my panties, demanding entrance.

When he pulls his lips from mine, I’m pretty sure he’s wiped the lipstick clean off. I gasp for air, trembling as he leaves a trail of kisses down my neck.

“R-Ruslan—stop!”

He just growls. “There’s no stopping this now, kiska.” He pushes his hand through the slit in my dress and rips my panties right off. The fabric gives way beneath his brutish hands.

“No, we… we’re out in the… ahh… open…!”

“I don’t give two fucks.” His lips sweep over the tops of my breasts. I hear the screech of his zipper and my heart stops for a moment. “Ruslan—”

He plunges himself into me and just like that, all conversation comes to a screeching halt.

“Did you enjoy dancing with him?” he snarls as he drives all the way in. I’m pressed between the wall and him. I can barely breathe, much less move, and I’m so lost in the feel of him filling me to the max that I can barely register what he’s saying, either. My answer is lost in a sea of moans and gasps. “Do you think he could ever make you feel like this?”

“Mmm, Ruslan… fuuuck!”

“I didn’t think so. Only I can make you feel like this. Only I can make you come like this. Isn’t that right, my naughty little kiska?”

“Yes,” I gasp. I don’t have any earthly idea what I’m yessing, but I tell him what he wants to hear. I’d do anything he wants me to do. All my anger and hurt has turned to pleasure and passion.

At this point, I’m completely his.

He pulls at my earlobe with his lips and sucks on my neck, his thrusts getting more and more frantic. Every one bucks me back into the wall. A shower of dust rains on us from the ceiling tiles above. I wouldn’t be surprised if he took the whole damn building down. I doubt he’d care. “You’re mine, Ms. Carson. You know that.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m yours… ahh!”

I cling to his broad shoulders as the orgasm tears through my body. He releases himself inside me at the exact same moment, our bodies fusing together in a whole new way, unleashing delicious new sensations.

Coming down from the high is both sobering and completely terrifying.

While I grip the textured walls to hold myself up, he zips himself up and slips my torn panties into the pocket of his pants. “A little memento,” he murmurs to himself.

I’m pretty sure my hair’s a hot mess, as is the rest of me. But before I can retreat to the ladies’ room to compose myself and process what just happened, I hear a sob from the open door of the Onyx Ballroom.

“I cannot fucking believe this!”

I jolt with shock when I realize that Jessica Allens is standing a few feet away from us, her eyes wide with hurt, her mouth curled in anger.

How long has she been standing there?

“You—you bastard!” she turns her fury on Ruslan. “Everyone in there heard the two of you rutting out here like animals!”

I cringe, embarrassment flooding through me.

“Good.”

My jaw drops as I turn to Ruslan. Did he just say “good”?

Apparently, that’s exactly what he said, if the way Jessica’s jaw hits the floor is anything to go by. “Yyou’re not even going to apologize?” she screeches.

Ruslan takes a small, possessive half-step towards me. “I was always honest with you, Jessica. Our arrangement was simple and we both got something out of it. I got a plus-one I wasn’t required to fuck. And you got the reputational boost of being seen with Ruslan Oryolov. It’s not my fault you decided you wanted more.”

I cringe internally. It’s not my fault you decided you wanted more. That one hits a little close to home.

Jessica turns her blazing eyes on me. “You may think you’re special, but you’re just his latest whore.”

She gestures towards the door of the Onyx Room. “And now, the whole world knows it, too. At least I never compromised my dignity.”

Ruslan’s expression turns ice-cold. “Not for lack of trying.”

Jessica rears back as though she’s been slapped. “I can’t believe I ever wasted my time on you. You’re just a… a—”

The second set of doors to the Onyx Room open and Hiram Allens exits with his plus-one and his bodyguards.

I wonder if it’s possible for me to blend into the wallpaper.

“Jessica!” her father snarls. “Don’t waste your time on that bastard. Let’s go.”

Jessica sniffs in Ruslan’s direction, throws me a withering glare, and then storms off to join her father. I’ve never been very clued in to all the social circles that Ruslan runs with. But I know enough to know that Hiram Allens is a very powerful man with very powerful connections.

The moment they disappear into the elevators, I turn to Ruslan. “Oh, God—I’m so sorry.”

He looks amused. “Why are you apologizing? I’m the one who followed you out here and fucked you against that wall.”

He’s not wrong. Add that to the list of inexplicable decisions I’ve made tonight. I’m convinced that I’m slowly blending into my dress at this point.