Broken Whispers (Perfectly Imperfect #2)(39)

“Kiss me,” I utter.

His nostrils flare, and the next moment, he crashes his lips to mine. Someone gasps behind me, but I just wind my arms around Mikhail’s neck and block out everything, and everyone, else. Let the fuckers watch, we’ll give them better material for the rumor mill.

“Get a room, you two,” Nonna Giulia says, passing us by.

I smile against Mikhail’s lips.

“Good advice.” He bends, scoops me into his arms, and carries me away from the crowd.

As we reach the gate, I look over his shoulder and find most of the guests watching our retreating forms. Allegra’s face is among them, horrified. I smile and wave at her.

When we get to the car, Mikhail opens the passenger door, places me on the seat, and then just stares at me. Based on his white-knuckled grip on the door with his right hand, he is still furious. His arm shakes with the strength of his hold, and I can almost imagine the metal cracking under his grip.

“How many men have asked you to marry them so far?” he asks through clenched teeth.

I bite my lower lip, wondering how to reply. If I take his question literally, then none. But if he means how many men asked my father for my hand in marriage over the past two years, he won’t like the answer. As a capo’s daughter, I was considered quite a catch. I did say no each time, of course. Half of them I haven’t even met, and most of them were Father’s business associates. Father wasn’t pleased when I systematically rejected each of his partners, but Milene was still a minor then, so he couldn’t use her as blackmail.

Slowly, I lift my right hand with three fingers up, and Mikhail’s eye widens. I bite my lip harder, then add my other hand, all five fingers splayed wide.

“Eight?” he inhales and closes his eye.

I lean forward, wrap my hand around his arm and place a kiss on his tightly pressed lips. He’s hot when he is mad.

“Make sure you never slip and tell me any of their names,” he says against my lips, then grabs the back of my neck and devours my mouth angrily, and I feel myself getting wet again. Drenched and ready. I slide my hand down his chest until I reach his crotch and feel his hard cock under the fabric of his pants. Smiling against his lips, I stroke him lightly, enjoying the strangled sound that leaves his mouth.

My fingers find the top button of his pants and, without breaking the kiss, I undo it and pull down the zipper. The parking lot is empty, everyone is still at the party. But just in case, I throw a quick look over Mikhail’s shoulder before pulling out his cock. His lips go still against mine, but when I move forward on the seat and hook my legs around him, he growls.

His hands land on the inside of my thighs, then slowly move up my legs and around to grip my ass, and pull me forward the last few inches until I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. If someone told me only a month ago that I would be having sex in the middle of a parking lot, not fifty feet from two hundred people, I would have deemed them crazy. I guess I didn’t quite know myself then. Taking Mikhail's lower lip between my teeth, I wrap my hands around his neck and tighten my legs around him. A moan escapes my mouth when his hard length thrusts inside me, stretching me in the best possible way. Filling me completely. I place another kiss on his mouth, grab at the side of the seat, and lean back without removing my eyes from his.

What if someone comes by? Yes, that would probably create a scandal of epic proportions, but it only makes me want this more. I smile and open my legs wider. Mikhail doesn’t look even marginally disturbed by the possibility of someone coming upon us as he withdraws and then buries himself inside of me with such force that all breath leaves my lungs. I moan and throw my head back, gripping the seat with all my might as he pounds into me again and again.





Chapter 15





I lean my shoulder on the pillar and watch Bianca and her mother as they try on shoes in a shop across from me.

Bianca decided to go shopping with her and asked me if I wanted to tag along, but since I’m not a fan of her family, excluding Milene, I declined and sent Denis with her. There was a ton of work to be done anyway, so I planned on spending the morning in my office. It took barely an hour for me to lose it, grab my keys, and come to the mall. I’ve been following them at a safe distance for almost three hours while they visited multiple shops and went for coffee.

I couldn’t stomach the idea of Bianca being ogled at by other men at the mall, and me not being there to stop them. Every fucking second I spent sitting at my desk, I kept imagining some guy approaching my wife and openly flirting with her. It wasn’t that I thought she would welcome it. I know her well enough to be sure she wouldn’t. Still, the thought of some other man talking to her drives me insane. It wasn’t even a month ago when I suggested to Sergei that he should visit a shrink, but now, it looks like I might be the one who needs counseling.

Bianca and her mother move to another part of the shop and peruse some bags displayed on a wall, so I take a step to the side to keep them in my sight. Denis is standing by the shop’s exit, while a few paces on his left is another man in a suit, probably Chiara’s security detail. The store attendant—a male employee—approaches Bianca and tries to start a conversation with her, but she only smiles and walks away. I grind my teeth and continue watching her, trying to subdue the urge to march into the store, throw her over my shoulder, and take her away.