Dropping my jacket on the table inside the foyer, I walk through the hall and into the living room where Dominic is seated on the sofa reviewing blueprints.
"Where's Dimitri?" I ask, flopping down on the opposite couch and kick my feet up onto the coffee table. Dominic moves his head up still scanning the blueprints before mumbling and I sigh.
"He's out. I don't know where, said he would be back by 3," Dominic says again, looking up and folding the blueprints before sliding them back into the envelope. I chew my bottom lip and click the T.V. on and prop my head up on my head and idly watch the flickering screen. "Did you find him?"
Dominic is silent for a few minutes and pulls a piece of paper out of him shirt pocket, sliding it across the table to me and settling back into the sofa. I lean forward and pick it up, unfolding it.
11:00 p.m. 186 Greer Drive
I fold it back up and stuff the note in my pocket. "When?"
"Tomorrow night. It was tricky getting that information, are you sure you want to go alone?" Dominic replies, twisting his lip with his fingers.
"Yes, I'm sure. And not a word to Dimitri, got it?" I say standing up and clicking the T.V. off. Dominic looks torn and I raise my brows at him and let a low growl rumble through my chest. HE adverts his eyes and nods submissively and I walk towards the stairs.
"Tell Dimitri I'm in the study when he gets back," I call over my shoulder and head towards the study to burn the note that will be the answer to our next target.
Laying on my stomach on the couch in the study, I thumb through one of Dimitri's westerns, desperately trying to find what it is he likes about these books. They are quite boring.
"That is not what I expected to see," Dimitri says when he walks in, loosening his tie and placing it on the desk. I drop the book onto the couch with an exasperated huff and roll onto my back. "Those are boring," I state bluntly. He chuckles and strides over to me and lifts my legs to sit down, placing my legs in his lap.
"Did you eat?" I ask, rubbing my foot over the top of his knee.
"Yes," he replies, catching my foot and squeezing it in warning. I smirk and sit up, tucking my legs under me.
"Do anything fun tonight?" I ask, toying with the hem of my – Dimitri's- shirt that I've donned. I have no intention of going anywhere else tonight, so I just changed into a pair of shorts and his shirt and browsed aimlessly through his book collection. Dimitri reaches over me to pick up the book and places it on the table, even now he is still anal about the care of his belongings, although I am one of those said belongings - much to my aggravation.
"Not really, just some business things. How about you?" he says, running his hands over my legs and giving me a longing gaze. It sadly had been a little over a week since we've been together. If we weren't out working at night, we were working with others here in the house, putting our tedious plans into place. I smile and crawl into his lap, lacing my fingers around his neck and pressing my lips to him lightly.
"No, I ate and then came back here. Slow night," I say. He hums in the back of his throat and chases my lips before crushing them to mine, letting a moan slip through. Signing victories in my head, I move my hands down, deftly unbuttoning his shirt while his move up under mine, cupping my breasts in his hands.
Pushing his shirt off his shoulders and pulling mine over my head, he fists his hands in my hair and tilts my head back to have access to my neck. I drag my nails over his pecs and abs, moaning while he sucks on my sink and nipping at it.
"Dimitri," I moan and squirm in his lap. He smiles against my neck and lets go of my hair to grasp my thighs and stands up, walking towards his desk and placing me down. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulls them down my legs, then moving his hands to his belt, tugging it open and pulling his pants down to free himself.
I squirm in anticipation, wiggling down to rest my hips at the edge of the desk and hook a leg around Dimitri's hips, pulling him towards me. I am burning for him. He leans down to kiss me but keeps himself from coming any closer to my seeping core, and I growl in frustration when he doesn't come closer.
"You have to beg for it, Roza," Dimitri whispers against my lips, I growl at him and nip his lip. This is his favourite part of the games we play - the begging. When they beg for us to stop or to kill them, but he thoroughly enjoys making me beg in the bedroom – well, the study in this case. But right now, I don't feel like playing his game, so I narrow my eyes at him and purse my lips.
"No," I say, crossing my arms over my breasts when he pulls up to look at me, locking his arms on either side of my face. He raises a brow at me, a cocky grin crawling across his lips. "No?"
I shrug my shoulders and unlock my legs from around him, pushing myself up the desk, bending my knees and planting my feet against the stained cedar. He may want me to beg, but I think I'm going to fuck with him a bit.
Maintaining eye contact with him, I stick a finger from each hand into my mouth and then run them down my neck and onto my breasts, circling my taut nipples before pinching them harshly, ripping a strangled moan from my mouth. I keep one hand at my breasts and move the other one down my abdomen and reach my clit, rubbing circles around my engorged nub.
"Roza," he growls at me, still standing at the end of the desk, stroking himself while watching me. I bit my lip and continue with my ministrations, moving my fingers from my clit to my slit occasionally, dipping my fingers into my juices and slipping two fingers into my core. Arching my back off the desk and tilting my head back, I count down the seconds I know it will take for Dimitri to lost it and stop me.
No sooner than the thought crosses my mind, my hand is ripping from between my thighs and Dimitri grips my hip and pulls me off the desk, turning and pressing me up against the wall. Trapping my hands in one of his and pinning them above my head, I moan loudly when he thrusts into me forcefully.
"That wasn't very nice," he whispers in my ear, and I rock the best I can against him in this position. Letting go of my hands, I place them on his shoulders when he shifts me in his arms, planting one hand against the wall beside me and the other going under one of my thighs, fingers biting into my skin.
I giggle into his neck and drag my tongue up it before gripping his hair in my hand and pulling his lips to mine. "I very said I was nice," I purr.
And that was all that was needed to spur him forward.
Snapping his hips against mine, again and again, I cling to his back and shoulders, breathing breathy monas into his ear.
I have no intention of leaving his study for the rest of the night.
Checking my reflection in the rearview mirror one last time, I collect my clutch and step out of the car and head towards the swanky restaurant. Donning a dark green floor-length dress and gold heels, I fit in perfectly with the other dining patrons.
"I'm meeting Mr. Mazur," I tell the hostess, and she quickly shows me into the main seating areas, crossing towards a more private room off to the side. Thanking her and stepping into the room, I take in Pavel standing against the wall, and his hand flies to his stake.
"Easy. I'm not here to kill anyone, I here for business," I say as I proceed towards Abe sitting at the table holding a tumbler of scotch. Placing my clutch on the table, I gratefully sink onto the chair and cross one leg over the other and smile at the moroi mobster sitting across from me. "Hello, Old Man."
"Little girl," he says curtly, glancing over me before his eyes settle on mine, and I see pain in his.
"What? Is daddy sad that his daughter is a creature of the night?" I ask in a childish tone and he stiffness in his seat. I laugh and pick up the wine glass in front of me and examine it, seeing minuscule speaks on the almost pristine glass.
"When did you find out?"
I set the glass down and fold my hands in my lap, trying to appear less… dangerous. "At my funeral."
He raises his brows at me, and I let out a shrill laugh, causing Pavel to tense even more.
"Did you think I wouldn't attend my own funeral? I mean, the cemetery at St. Vladimir's is so close to the wards, I'm surprised nobody saw me. It was very touching to see my mother shed tears for me," I reply calmly.
Abe looks down at his glass and lifts it to his lips, draining the glass in one gulp and setting it back down. Listening carefully, his heart rate has stayed normal when Pavel's has elevated, and I can smell the sweat on his body from here.
"You said you were here for business."
"Yes. I need you to find someone for me; I'm willing to pay for such services," I retort and pull the bottle of wine from the bucket next to the table. A French red, at least I can say my good taste in wine comes from him. Pouring some into my glass and gesturing to his, he puts his hand over the glass. I set the bottle back down. "An Ivashkov Lord, to be exact," I add after taking a sip.
"Adrian is dead," Abe says after a moment and twirls the ring on his finger, and I can hear the audible grinding of his teeth.
I take another sip of my wine and set the glass down, licking the remnants from my lips. "I know that already. It was quite interesting to watch."
Abe has a perfect poker face, if I had told anyone else that I witnessed Adrian's demises, they were have shown pain or anguish on their faces, but my old man's face remains firm. It must be why those who are alive (and some strigoi) are so scared of him.
Abe simply nods his head and rests his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers. "Who are you looking for then?"
I mimic his position but lay one arm flat on the table and run my index finger back and forth over my lip. "Randall Ivashkov."
"Why would you possibly want to see him?"
"It's not for me; I'm looking for him because of someone else. Now can you find him or not?" I say curly and sip from my glass again, staring him down.
"Give me a week," is all that Abe says. I smile and stand, making my way around the table and planting a kiss on his cheek and moving towards the door before Pavel can comprehend what happened.
"Perfect. You'll receive payment when you deliver. I'll be in touch," I say over my shoulder and make my way out of the restaurant, smiling like the cat who ate the cream the whole way.