Indulgence: A Russian Mafia Romance (Grekov Mafia Book 1) (3 page)

My cheeks grew warm. After looking through the documents and seeing the photos, I had a very good idea of what Nikola liked. “See you tomorrow, sir,” I blurted, turning and leaving the room quickly. The director didn’t need to see me blushing.

CHAPTER FOUR

With passport in hand, I locked my apartment door and headed to the office. Today, instead of my regular outfit of pencil skirt and blouse, I donned a pair of dark fitted blue jeans and a white button-up shirt tucked in, with a pair of boots. With the flight to New York in my very near future, I preferred comfort over a tight skirt.

Security was just as it always was – a necessary but time-consuming pain in the ass. Finally slipping through the checkpoint, I took the elevator to the Special Agents’ floor that was above the floor where I used to work. It felt good to press the button that I had spent so much time staring longingly at. It felt even better stepping out of the elevator onto that floor. This was where the action was. It was the beginning of a whole new chapter in my life, and I was loving every minute of it. Not knowing where else to go, I stopped by the director’s office. He glanced up from some paperwork on his desk as I approached.
“Good morning, Corsica. You ready to get the show on the road?”

“Good Morning, Mr. Green. Yes, sir, I’m ready to go.”

Green nodded. “We’ll leave within the hour. Have some coffee while I round up the other agents.”

An hour later, I was sitting in a private plane with a dozen DEA agents. I might have been sitting still but inside... inside I was jumping up and down like a kid in a candy store. Smiling from ear to ear, I suddenly realized how close I was to beginning my undercover life with the Grekov family. The smile fell just as quickly as it arose.

As soon as we landed, I was given a quick, final debriefing and sent to begin my new life; a life with only one goal – get close to Nikola Grekov.

CHAPTER FIVE

The next two weeks flew by at the speed of light and before I knew it, I was sitting at a bar, dressed in a tight black dress that barely left anything to the imagination. My breasts were damn near popping out of the top, and if I bent over, I was sure I’d give the pimple-faced boy clearing the table behind me a clear view of my lady parts. Under normal circumstances, I’d never be caught dead in an outfit like this, and anyone who knew me would be shocked as hell to see me this way. Hell, I was shocked when I looked in the mirror before I left my fake apartment to head to this sleazy little club called Indulgence. The agency was certain that Nikola would make an appearance. I didn’t ask why this bar but I was here...waiting.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, his Russian accent strong with each syllable that passed his lips.

“A whiskey sour would be great.” I turned to the side, resting my elbow on the bar, glancing around the room while waiting for my drink.

The bartender sat my drink down on the bar with a crooked smile, his eyes examining my cleavage as if he could discover the secrets of life in there. Tattoos peeked out from under the sleeves of his pressed white shirt. “Nice ink,” I said, hoping to stop him from undressing me with his eyes. He looked into my eyes, and that leering smile grew bigger. “There is more to see when our clothes are on the floor.”

“No thanks. I’m just here for the drinks.”

The smile fell off his face and his eyes turned cold. I turned and looked out into the club, goosebumps breaking out all over my body.  Would Nikola be as cold and intense as this guy? If he was, then my job just got a whole lot harder.

Two whiskey sours later, I had a good buzz going when a burst of cold air from an open door rocketed through the bar, sending another wave of goosebumps over my flesh. It was Nikola, a group of men stalking in behind him. I glanced briefly at the men with him and then looked at the man himself. The pictures Director Green had given me didn’t do the man justice at all. In the photos, he was drop-dead gorgeous, but in real life, he was almost god-like. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as soon as he had entered the room and the atmosphere of the room itself had changed. People didn’t stop and look at him but they knew he was there. People sat straighter, voices were lower. My mouth grew dry as he made his way to the bar just feet away from where I sat.

Game on.

“Vodka,” he commanded. His voice was deep, rich, and sensual, making an army of butterflies take flight in my stomach. The bartender grabbed a bottle of high-end vodka from the top shelf behind the bar and quickly handing it to Nikola. I watched as his lips went around the bottle as he turned it up, his long, strong fingers wrapped tightly around the bottle like a vice. For just a second, I imagined those powerful hands roaming across my body and trembled. He lowered the bottle from his lips, reached over the bar and grabbed a glass, and then retreated to a table behind me.

Letting out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, I squirmed on my stool. He hadn’t paid me the slightest attention. Maybe I wasn’t the right woman for the job after all. Perhaps I wasn’t his type. I sipped my drink, wondering what the hell I should do. I slid my now-empty glass across the bar. “Another whiskey sour, please.” I glanced around. “Um...Where’s the restroom?”

The bartender looked at me for a moment, his eyes once again dropping to my almost-exposed breasts. He pointed to the hallway on the other side of the room.

“Thanks.” I walked across the room slowly, letting my hips swing seductively as I passed Nikola’s table. I didn’t have to look in his direction to know he had caught my movement. I could feel his scalding gaze on me. When I made it to the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror, face flushed from the alcohol and a bad case of nerves. I had never been a big drinker. Thankfully, the booze was a little watered down, but I was still feeling it. I grabbed a paper towel, ran it under the sink, and rubbed it across my neck. My skin felt hot enough to fry an egg on and I couldn’t hold back a sigh of relief as the coolness calmed some of the building heat.

The door opened and in walked none other than my mark. He stood in the doorway, his gaze burning into me as his eyes swept from head to toe and back up again. I trembled, unmoving as he stepped forward slowly, leisurely, as if he were a big cat stalking his prey. He stopped right in front of me, only inches away. 
“What is your name?” he demanded in that sexy Russian accent that made my knees feel weak.

“Corsica,” I whispered. “Corsica Moretti.”

“Corsica. Very beautiful. Like you,” he said. His dark eyes burned into mine, staring intently, as if he could look inside me and see all my secrets. For a moment, I feared that he could. His hand brushed my arm and electricity crackled through every fiber of my being. “I am Nikola.”

Before I could respond, his mouth crashed down on mine in a heated kiss that would make a hooker blush with envy. My first instinct was to pull away but this was part of the job. This was actually what I wanted – needed – to happen… and then I wanted it for an entirely different reason that had nothing to do with work as his talented tongue teased my lips.

I kissed Nikola back, moaning into his mouth like a savage, my heart crashing against my ribcage in a maddening staccato. He pressed up against me, forcing me back against the counter. I could feel his erection, thick and pulsing, against my stomach and I couldn’t help wanting it as his tongue plundered the depths of my mouth. Moaning, I dug my nails into his firm pecs, yielding to the sudden lust awakened within me, desperate to feel his skin against mine. His hands rubbed along my hips and I trembled as his fingertips burned a trail up my thighs, the hem of my dress slowly rising.

Nikola lifted me onto the counter and pulled me against his hard body. I whimpered softly as his fingers found the zipper of my dress, pulling it down so slowly I thought I might die from the insatiable heat between my thighs. Part of me hated myself for allowing this to go so far. This was work. I was a DEA agent. I wasn’t supposed to be turned-on for real, but Nikola was like no man I’d ever met. I had seen the way he had entered the bar, the master of all he surveyed. Even now, he was confident he could have whatever – whoever – he wanted… and he was right. I had never wanted a man so bad before in my life.

His warm, moist lips trailed along my neck, nipping and kissing their way to my collar bone. I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to. I was a hot mess, growing even hotter as Nikola freed my shoulders from my dress, lazily kissing each one as the dress slid lower and lower. I told myself I was only pretending to enjoy the feelings he was awakening within me, told myself I had to let this play out, had to get inside the Grekov family any way I could, even if that meant allowing myself to be ravished by this powerful and sexy man.

With my dress bunched around my waist, Nikola tugged on the front of my bra until my large breasts spilled over the cups, his massive hands greedily grasping them as his lips worked their way lower. When his tongue lashed out, flicking across the pebbled nipple of my left breast, I almost succumbed to an orgasm right then. It had been so long since a man had touched me in such a way. His teeth scraped along my nipple, sending sharp twinges of pain and pleasure straight to my pussy, increasing the flow of liquid fire seeping down my thighs.

“Oh God!” I shouted. I didn’t care who heard me. I only needed more of what this man was offering. I felt dirty and wanton, but at this moment I couldn’t care less what anyone thought of me. I needed the release his talented tongue and hands promised me.

“You are so beautiful, RAdost’ moyA.” The dim, barely-functioning agent part of my brain translated the words to ‘
My joy’
but the joy was definitely all mine as his long fingertips brushed against my embarrassingly wet silk panties. A growl erupted from deep in his chest as he felt how ready I was for him. He began to rub the swollen lips of my pussy as I arched my hips into his hand, a wildfire burning brightly within me, a throbbing crashing eruption building to the point of explosion.

When his finger slipped under the elastic of my panties, I shuddered at the feel of his warmth on my skin as it burned a path across my moistened folds, finding that swollen bundle of nerves. Desperate for his touch, I arched forward, his thumb brushing over my clit. I screamed as waves of pleasure overtook me.

I was a quivering hot mess, gasping for air, sitting splayed on a bathroom counter for one of the deadliest men I’d ever heard of. And I was loving every aching moment of the pleasure he was giving me.

Shame.

Pleasure.

Shame.

Pleasure.

Over and over, those words played in my head. This man had ravaged me and I had let him. That was okay because that was my job. But I had enjoyed it. Even now, my body yearned for his touch.

That wasn’t okay.

I had to put a stop to this. This woman who had let herself be fingered to orgasm by a known criminal wasn’t me. The DEA would have to find someone else. I couldn’t do it. I raised my hands to Nikola’s chest and pushed as hard as I could. It was like trying to move a boulder but he finally stepped back, staring at me intently, his eyes gleaming with lust. I felt that same animalistic desire, but I couldn’t do this.

Fumbling blindly for the dress bunched in a wrinkled heap at my waist, I wrestled to get the snug, skimpy piece of clothing back in place. “I can’t do this. I’m... I’m sorry.” Unable to look him in the eyes, afraid of what I might see there, I darted for the door, never looking back.

Flagging down the first cab that came down the street, I jumped in, and practically shouted my address to the cabbie. I had to get away from this place, from him. As the cab turned at the intersection, I looked back, noticing the silhouette of a large man standing outside the bar. It was Nikola. He was cloaked in shadow so there was no real way to know. But I did. I felt it.

I knew he would find me. The master of all he surveyed had been denied. Someone had dared tell him no, and he had all the resources of his family behind him. If anyone could find me, it would be him, but what would he do when he did find me. More importantly, would I be able to do my job when that time came?

CHAPTER SIX

My first encounter with Nikola Grekov at Indulgence was so much more intense than I had thought it would be; so much so that I could scarcely even now get over the way my body betrayed me by responding so eagerly to him, as if needing nothing but his skilled touch. Not my finest hour for damn sure. Now that I had met him, I’d make sure I was much more prepared from here on out. Of all the times I had imagined what it would be like to be an agent with the DEA, I had never fathomed having to use my body instead of my mind to get the job done. I had been naive to think the two could be kept separate and learning that the hard way had scared the hell out of me.

The cab ride from Indulgence to my fake apartment was too quick to allow me to get my muddled thoughts straightened out. It would take far more than a cab ride for that to happen. I was a hot freaking mess for damn sure. My body trembled, as if I could still feel the sizzling heat of Nikola’s hands caressing me sinfully. A chill rippled down my spine as I remembered how his fingers ghosted across my naked flesh, commanding my body to do as he wished with a mere touch.

The cabbie pulled to a stop suddenly, my body lurching forward, head slamming into the Plexiglas divider. A sharp pain shattered the naughty thoughts in an instant, bringing me back to the real world where I belonged. “Ouch! What the hell?” I screeched.