Indulgence: A Russian Mafia Romance (Grekov Mafia Book 1) by Jacee Macguire Read Free Book Online Page B

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    “It does.” The look on his face was a mixture of curiosity and excitement. I had planted the desire to travel, if the need should arise, and he seemed interested from what I could see. Perfect. It was odd how comfortable the date with Nikola was. Having an orgasm at the table was certainly a first for me but the easy conversation and chemistry we shared was something I hadn’t expected. I had expected Nikola to be cold and heartless, making it difficult to get close to him, but he was charming.
    The waitress arrived with our food and a pint of vodka. I was already buzzing pretty good by then and glared at the vodka. Was Nikola actually trying to get me drunk? Glancing at my watch, I realized that hours had passed and I was actually enjoying myself. I had successfully managed to bar the wildcat inside me from taking over my body and ravishing Nikola where we sat. That was a big win in my book, considering the last bar we were in together. If you could call it together.
    “Here you are,” the waitress said, placing our plates in front of us. “Calamari and oysters. Will you be needing anything else?”
    “No,” Nikolas said, squeezing my thigh again. “I have everything I need. That will be all.”
    The waitress smiled and nodded. “Enjoy!”
    The food looked absolutely amazing. I wasn’t accustomed to having or letting a man order for me... ever. I was perfectly capable of doing it myself, but I refused to let that ruin a perfectly good night out. Nikola slid closer to me in the booth, our legs flush against each other from hip to knee as he forked a piece of calamari.
    “Try this. It is sinfully delicious.” He brought his fork to my mouth and I took a bite. The heavenly taste of the crispy batter kicked my taste buds in gear.
    “Mmmm. That’s so good,” I said, licking my lips.
    “You are so enchanting. The sounds you make are killing me.”
    Time stood still as Nikola fed us our dinner, one seductive bite at a time. He knew what he was doing and it was driving me wild. I had never been fed by a man before and loved the attention he was giving me. After eating until I could burst, Nikola polished off the oysters. Even though oysters were not my favorite food, I had tried one to please him, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but I hated oysters with a passion, not understanding the fascination people had with them. They were disgusting... especially raw.
    It was nearing eleven o’clock and I was dead tired. The alcohol was to blame, I was certain. If I was going to make this fake relationship work, I had to step up my game and build a tolerance to vodka… and fast. Nikola paid the bill, leaving a hefty tip for the waitress. She thanked him profusely as we were leaving. He was obviously very giving with his money, and having waited tables in college, I knew first-hand how little money they made. Seeing her so filled with joy over her huge tip made my heart melt.
    When we made it to the street, Nikola swept me into his arms, pulling me against his rock hard body and planting a dizzying kiss on my lips that left me drunk with a desire so strong I could barely stand up. If it weren’t for his embrace, I would have surely fell to my knees before him. Not that he would have minded.
    On our way to the car waiting a couple of spaces down the street, we passed a homeless man sitting near the mouth of an alley. Nikola shifted away from me, leaving me standing by his car and the scar-faced driver as he fumbled in his jacket. Pulling out what appeared to be a wad of bills, he squatted before the elderly man and placed them in his hand. They spoke in hushed tones for a few minutes as I watched in curiosity. The old man nodded a few times and spoke to Nikola. I was stunned by the Russian mobster giving money to the man.
    Everything I had read about Nikola showed a dangerous man with no mercy, but what I had just witnessed proved there was more to this man than met the eye. While I found the dark side of him