Pakhan's Rose (Pakhan #1)(10)

Ignoring her outburst once again, I addressed my driver. "Home, Vlad." My finger pressed the button, and in a second, the black glass wall separated us from his inquisitive eyes.

"And if you think-" I grabbed her by the neck, leaned forward, and for the first time in my life, I kissed a woman properly. This kiss resembled nothing like the tame peck we had in the park. The act seemed too intimate to share it with any other woman before; not to mention, I'd never wanted to. She gasped in surprise, which allowed me to push my tongue inside and seek hers, and she gave it tentatively. The sounds and movements were sloppy, our teeth clashed, and we awkwardly angled our heads. Clearly, my Rosa had no fucking idea how to do it right either. That knowledge filled me with so much satisfaction and primal need I could have come right there. It wouldn't have mattered to me if she had a thousand men before me, but fuck if I wouldn't love to be her one and only lover.



       
         
       
        

"I don't think we're doing it right," she murmured against my lips, and her words, for the first time in forever, brought lightness to my soul.

"It's all right. We have the rest of our lives to learn, krasavica."



Rosa

Ignoring his words, because really the guy was insane if he thought we'd spend the rest of our lives together, my fingers laced through his hair as I pressed my mouth harder to his. I moaned as our tongues entwined. No wonder people loved kissing and sex. Books didn't really give justice to the act. Or maybe some things were just better to experience yourself, before you could truly appreciate them.

His hands rested on my round hips, and with one swift motion, he picked me up and sat me on his lap. For the first time ever, I willingly felt a man's erection pressing into my core. "Oh." My breath hitched as his lips trailed down my neck, leaving small bites of ownership that sent tingling sensations down my spine.

This was crazy. What the hell were we doing? "Dominic," I whispered, but he captured my mouth once again, devouring it as though he were a starving man in the desert.

When my body, of its own accord, started to slowly push against his cock, it was his turn to groan into my mouth.

"Rosa-" But whatever he wanted to say died on his lips as the car came to an abrupt stop, and if it wasn't for Dominic's hands holding me, I would have slid off his lap and hurt myself. His eyes narrowed, and he snapped in a furious voice, "Vlad!" But no answer came from the driver. Instead, the door on our side opened, and a gun was pointed in our faces.

"Out, Pakhan." To not recognize this voice was impossible. We grew up together and were always supposed to marry.

Or so was the plan between our fathers when we were kids. "Lorenzo?" My voice was full of disbelief and, yes, happiness, because growing up, he was one of the good kids who always had kind words for me. His ripped body and broad shoulders, along with green and black hair reminded me nothing of the geeky kid he used to be. With a surprised gasp, I got up quickly, but Dominic's hand stilled my movements. "Let go of me." He narrowed his eyes at my order, while Lorenzo repeated, "Get out." Dominic growled, but we got out. I noticed we were in a secluded area of Manhattan. Some sort of brick wall concealed us, so no one would know what was going on. Several cars were parked behind Lorenzo, and my dad got out from a black Jeep. My jaw almost hit the concrete.

Wasn't he supposed to be in Los Angeles, attending the wedding of his close friend? One of the reasons we scheduled that double date with Frankie.

I shrank under the disappointed look he sent my way before his eyes travelled to Dominic. I found it impossible to read what he felt or thought. "Get out of my city if you want to stay alive, Dominic. You didn't have my permission to enter it," he said in a calm voice. "You're lucky I'm letting you leave after your show of disrespect." 

Dominic didn't even budge; not one muscle moved on his face. I took a step toward my dad, when Dominic wrapped his hand around my waist and pressed me against his chest. Immediately, the heat from his body enveloped my bones, which were cold from fear. All I wanted in that moment was to close my eyes, lean back on his chest, and allow him to deal with this situation.

"Not without her. She's mine." The way he said those words, casually but possessively at the same time, put my body on electrified alert, which only he could soothe.

I didn't think my reactions were normal, but maybe my sexually repressed body demanded attention. Frankie once showed me research that said repressing your urges or dealing with them on your own does serious damage to your health, and she shared all this information while gifting me a vibrator on my last birthday.

Not that I ever used it, and I considered her a little weird, but now I wondered if maybe there was truth in her words after all.

"She's not yours," my dad snarled. "My daughter will stay with me."

This was ridiculous! I was a grown-ass woman with my own plans for the future. Why was my dad making such a big fuss about a little harmless fun with Dominic?

"Rose will go to Russia with me," came Dominic's confident reply, and-

Wait, what? Blinking a few times, I spun around to study his facial features, hoping he was joking or just irritating my father, but it wasn't the case.

He was freaking calm! The crazy Russian really believed what he was saying!

Clearly reading my dumbstruck expression, Dad smirked, while several of his people raised their guns higher. "Based on the shock she's in, it's news for her as well." Dom's focus snapped back to me, and something shifted in his eyes, something I couldn't name but desperately tried to. "And it doesn't matter, even if she wanted to. You are in my territory, and you will leave, or otherwise I won't hesitate to order my men to end your life."

Just as Dad had finished saying the words, three black Mercedes Gelenvagens joined us, and in a flash, seven men with guns in their hands got out led by Vitya. All of them wore suits and stood behind Dominic as a brick wall that would always have his back.

"Doesn't look like today," Dom mocked, his voice detached. "Rosa, let's go." Apparently, Dom's unwillingness to listen was enough for Dad, because in an instant, he was beside me with his gun pointed right at Dom's forehead.

"You don't listen, regazzo, leave," my father hissed, calling him a boy.

Dom wrapped his hand around the gun and held it still. "Out of respect for your age and being her father, I'll let this slide." A beat, and then he stated, "But point your weapon at me again, and I won't hesitate to act." Oh, my God, what was happening?

They both had lost their minds!

"Stop!" My scream snapped their attention to me, both of them studying my reaction as I breathed heavily. I positioned myself between them, right in the middle of the whole mess, and wondered how I ended up in such a situation, and if there even was a solution. My patience finally snapped, and I could see that any second now, this thing would escalate to epic proportions. If it hadn't already. "I don't want a war. Are you insane? You'd start a gunfight because of me?" Since neither of them bothered to answer, I continued, "Can't we find a solution?"

Dad smiled for the first time. "There is no solution here, baby girl. It's either this or the other." My eyes travelled to Dominic, but he gave me nothing.



       
         
       
        

Blank freaking stare.

"I don't want this." The decision I was about to make would probably ruin my chances of knowing what it was like to feel this powerful man against me again, but I couldn't allow him to hurt my family. The spark we had between us was nothing more than sexual desire, which happens sometimes between people, or so I'd heard. But if it happened once, surely it could happen again with someone else?

Resting my open palm on Dom's chest, I said quietly, "You have to go." Everyone around us froze, and from the corner of my eye, I could see men from both mafia houses were confused, and slightly disappointed. Did they want to measure their dicks in a fight? "He's my dad." I didn't know why I added this last part. Wasn't I supposed to let him go? Instead, it felt like I explained myself to him.

Like I apologized for my choice.

"Rosa," Dad barked, but I couldn't keep my eyes away from Dominic's as he held them in a long stare. Then something passed between us.

Something I still couldn't name, and wasn't sure he could either.

Dominic raised his hand, and all the guns from the Russian side lowered slowly. I didn't miss Vitya's sigh of relief or the wink he sent my way. Wrapping both his hands around my neck, Dominic brought me closer to his lips. My breath hitched right before his mouth crushed to mine. He gave me a deep and punishing kiss. His tongue seeking mine sent a jolt of electrified pleasure all through my body. Forgetting myself, I wrapped my arms around his waist and an unconscious moan escaped me.

All too soon, it was over, and I blinked a few times to get rid of the haze he had created.

Dominic pushed me back, right into the willing arms of my dad, and then without another word to anyone, he sat in the car as his men followed his example and did the same. One by one, the cars disappeared, leaving me standing alone with my 'family.'