Arranged Mafia Marriage

Chapter 27Kiril

27

Kiril

T he phone rings, and I snatch it up, my jaw clenching as Viktor’s voice comes through.

“Boss, we have a situation. Felicity has left the penthouse. She’s meeting with Damiano at Central Park.”

My blood boils almost instantly. “What? How did this happen?”

“She slipped past security. I overheard a phone call. She’s heading to a meeting with Damiano right now.”

I slam my fist on the desk. “Get the car ready. We’re going after her.”

“Yes, boss.”

I hang up and storm out of my office. Viktor is waiting by the elevator, his face grim.

“How could you let this happen?” I ask with a snarl as we descend.

Viktor’s expression remains stoic. “I apologize. It won’t happen again.”

We exit the building and slide into the waiting SUV. He takes the wheel, and we speed toward Central Park.

“Tell me everything you heard,” I demand.

Viktor recounts the phone conversation he overheard. “She told Damiano she wanted to meet to discuss a truce. She mentioned Isabella and Tony in the conversation.”

My hands curl into fists. “Damn it, Felicity. What is she thinking?”

We arrive at the park, and Viktor parks the SUV. I scan the area, searching for any sign of Felicity or Damiano.

“There.” Viktor points. “By the fountain.”

I spot them. Felicity stands with her back to us, facing Damiano. Even from this distance, I can see the tension in her posture.

“Stay here,” I snap to Viktor. “Be ready to move if things go south.”

I exit the car, resting my hand on the concealed weapon at my hip. As I approach, I catch snippets of their conversation.

“And Isabella and Tony?”

“They stay safe, away from all of this. You can see them, but on neutral ground and under controlled circumstances until we have a firm truce. We ensure their protection, and you get to be a part of their lives without putting them in danger. Once things are settled, I assume you’ll want them to live with you, and it will be much safer for them to do so if you embrace the truce our father wants with the Russians.”

I’m close enough now to intervene if necessary, but I hold back, curious to see how Felicity handles this as Damiano pauses.

“I’m not making demands,” Felicity responds, her voice steady. “I’m proposing a solution that benefits everyone. Including Isabella and Tony.”

Damiano’s expression shifts at the mention of his family. “How do you know about them?”

“That doesn’t matter,” says Felicity. “I know you care about them more than you let on.”

Damiano’s face softens slightly. It’s subtle, but it’s there. Felicity’s approach is working.

“What are you proposing?” asks Damiano, his voice less hostile.

Felicity takes a deep breath visible by the way her shoulders rise and fall. “Like I said, a truce. We work together to modernize our operations. No more bloodshed, no more conflict. Everyone is safe. Santino wants us to be a family. I don’t see that happening, but we can remain on neutral terms.”

Damiano is silent for a long moment. I tense, ready to step in if he reacts violently, but he doesn’t. Instead, he nods slowly.

“I’m listening,” he says.

I’m stunned. Felicity has managed to do what I thought impossible. She’s gotten Damiano to consider peace without resorting to sending a threatening message using his family as props.

As they continue talking, I retreat to the SUV, thoughts whirling. When I slide into the passenger seat, Viktor raises an eyebrow as he looks up at me from the rifle mic he was using to hear everything. “Well?” he asks.

I shake my head, still processing what I’ve witnessed. “She did it. She actually got him to listen.”

Viktor’s eyes widen slightly as he nods. “I heard, but should we do now?”

I watch as Felicity and Damiano shake hands, their body language relaxed. “Now, we prepare for a new era of cooperation, I guess?”

As Felicity walks toward us, I’m filled with pride and frustration. She defied me, putting herself and the baby in danger, but she might have just brokered peace with our greatest enemy.

I step out of the car to meet her, my face a careful mask. “Felicity,” I say, my voice low. “We need to talk.”

She’s initially startled to see me, but there’s no fear in her reaction, which pleases me in spite of my anger. She meets my gaze, chin raised defiantly. “Yes, we do, but let’s go somewhere safer first.”

I nod, opening the car door for her. As we drive back to the penthouse, I can’t shake the feeling that everything is about to change, and for once, I’m not sure if I’m entirely in control.

Once Viktor drops us at the front, we walk into the foyer and to the elevator doors. When they slide open at the penthouse, I step out as she walks beside me. My anger is simmering beneath the surface. Felicity stands in the penthouse entryway, defiantly staring at me.

I stride toward her, keeping my voice low but not regulating my anger. “What were you thinking?”

Though she flinches, she doesn’t back down. “I was thinking we needed a solution, and I found one.”

I bite back harsh words of frustration, but my voice still emerges sound sharp and angry. “You put yourself in danger. Damiano could have killed you.”

“But he didn’t. He listened. We have a chance at peace now.”

I pace the room, trying to rein in my emotions. “You went behind my back. You could have died and then everything would fall apart. My world would be empty without you, Felicity. This goes beyond Bratva business.”

Felicity follows me, her voice rising. “I’m not some delicate flower, Kiril. I can handle myself, and I wouldn’t have gone behind your back if you’d listened to me and treated me like a partner instead of making edicts.”

I whirl around to face her. “This isn’t that simple, Felicity. These are dangerous people we’re dealing with.”

“I know that,” she snaps. “That’s why I did what I did. To find a way to end this without more bloodshed.”

I step closer to her, my voice dropping to a growl. “You should have come to me first.”

She doesn’t back down. “Would you have listened this time? Or would you have shut me down again and kept me out of the loop like you were doing?”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I take a step back, running a hand down my face. “I’m trying to save you.”

“I don’t need protection,” Felicity says, her voice softening slightly. “I need a partner. Someone who trusts me and values my input.”

I really look at her and see the strength radiating from her. It’s one of the things I admire about her, even when it thwarts my plans. “You’re right,” I admit, the words feeling foreign on my tongue. “I should have trusted you more.”

She blinks with obvious surprise. “Really?”

I nod, moving closer to her again. “You’ve proven yourself time and time again. I just worry about you.”

She reaches out, placing a hand on my chest. “I know you do, but we’re stronger together, Kiril. You have to see that.”

I cover her hand with mine, feeling the warmth of her skin. “I do see it. I’m sorry I didn’t before.”

Her expression loses the last vestiges of defensiveness as she presses her lips to mine. The kiss is gentle at first, but quickly grows heated. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her flush against me.

When we break apart, both breathing heavily, I rest my forehead against hers. “We need to talk about how we’re going to handle this situation with Damiano.”

Felicity nods. “Together?”

A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. “Together.”

We move to the living room, sitting side by side on the couch. Felicity outlines her conversation with Damiano, and I listen intently, asking questions and offering input. When we finish discussing strategy, she turns to me, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint. She bites her lower lip, a gesture I’ve come to recognize as both alluring and mischievous. “We argue a lot.”

I clear my throat. “Yes, we do.”

“It usually ends well though.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Making up.”

“You mean sex?”

“Yes,” she says, her voice low and sultry, “Makeup sex.”

A slow grin spreads across my face as I reach for her. “I thought you’d never ask.” I pull her onto my lap in one swift motion, pressing my lips against hers with an intensity that leaves us both breathless. She responds eagerly, tangling her fingers in my hair as she presses herself against me.

I explore every curve and contour of her body, relishing in the heat radiating off her, which only fuels my desire. I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin.

Felicity moans softly, her head falling back as I continue my exploration. I reach for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. She’s not wearing a bra, and I take a moment to appreciate the sight of her bare breasts before lowering my mouth to one nipple.

She gasps as I flick my tongue over the sensitive peak, tightening her fingers in my hair. I switch to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as I slide my hand down her stomach to the waistband of her pants.

I undo the button and slide the zipper down slowly, teasing her as I go. Felicity wriggles out of her pants, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties.

I set her on her feet to admire the view, taking in every inch of her. She’s absolutely stunning, and a surge of possessiveness washes over me.

Felicity must sense my thoughts because she gives me a sly smile. “Like what you see?”

I growl in response, pulling her back toward me. I capture her lips in a searing kiss as I slide my hand into her panties. She’s already wet, and I groan as I feel how ready she is for me.

I tease her clit with my thumb, making slow circles as I slide two fingers inside her. Felicity moans into my mouth, bucking her hips against my hand. I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck to her collarbone. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my voice husky with desire.

Her breath hitches as I continue my ministrations, trembling with pleasure. I can feel her getting closer, and I increase the pressure on her clit. She cries out as she comes, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm as her pussy clenches around my fingers, and she soaks me with her cream. I hold her close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as she rides out the pleasure.

When she finally stills, I pull back and look into her eyes. They’re dark with desire, which stokes my own.

“My turn,” she says seductively.

She pushes me back onto the bed, her hands roaming over my chest as she kisses her way down my body. I groan as she reaches the waistband of my pants, her fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. She pulls off my pants, leaving me in nothing but my boxers as she traces the outline of my cock through the fabric, making me groan with pleasure.

Felicity grins, clearly enjoying the effect she’s having on me. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulls them down, freeing my cock. She takes a moment to admire the view before lowering her mouth to the tip. I groan as I feel her warm breath on my skin, involuntarily bucking my hips.

She takes my full shaft into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she sucks gently while nestling it against the back of her throat. I thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her movements as she takes me deeper. She sucks me with perfect suction, and my balls tingle while drawing up.

I’m getting closer and won’t last much longer. I pull Felicity up, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as I roll us over so that she’s straddling me. I want to be inside her pussy when I come.

I slide my hand between us, guiding my fat cock into her wet heat as she sinks down onto me. We both moan as I fill her completely, our bodies moving in perfect sync. She grinds her hips against mine while digging her fingers into my shoulders as she rides me. Tension builds in my body, and I fight going over the edge.

I reach up and grab her hips, pulling her down harder as I thrust up into her like a man possessed. Felicity cries out, trembling as she comes apart. Her pussy spasms around me with each contraction of her orgasm, pushing me ever closer to coming too.

With one more aggressive thrust, I follow her over the edge, my climax tearing through me like a storm. We collapse onto the couch, spent and sated.

I pull Felicity closer, holding her tightly as we catch our breath. Her heart slams against my chest, and I never want to let her go, but as the afterglow fades, I feel a twinge of guilt. “Did I hurt you? I got rough at the end.”

Felicity smiles. “You did, and I liked it.”

I frown. “I’m serious. I could have hurt you or the baby. I was like an animal.”

Felicity sits up, her expression serious. “Kiril, I’m not a fragile flower, remember. I can handle a little rough play, and to be honest, it was hot.”

I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. “Oh, really?”

She nods, a blush spreading across her cheeks. “Yeah. I mean, as long as it’s consensual, and we’re both on the same page.”

I pull her closer again, wrapping my arms around her. “Are there other pages?”

Felicity smiles, her eyes shining with mischief. “I had a stunning thought the day we got married. I wondered how it would be if you bound me with that red tie you selected.”

I trace lazy patterns on Felicity’s skin, marveling at its softness. She hums contentedly, nuzzling closer to me. “Interesting. Tell me more.”

She does, painting a vivid picture that soon has me hard again. Before I can get up and take her to our bedroom, planning to bind her with the tie and explore this side of her, I’m abruptly overwhelmed by the depth of my feelings for her. “I love you,” I say, tasting the words more deeply every time I say them. It’s a deeper admission this time around, more real, like I’m building our love my speaking it into existance.

Felicity looks up at me with obvious happiness. “I love you too, Kiril, and I mean that.”

The words are even more gratifying than the sounds of passion I draw from her for the rest of the night.