Sergei didn’t get a chance to respond as Aurora chose that moment to appear in a pair of jeans and a crisp white shirt. Not exactly the choice of clothing I’d have recommended.

I took the lead, not complaining, grabbing Aurora’s hand and leading her out of our apartment.

The elevator ride was awkward. I kept my gaze on the doors, which allowed me to look at my wife.

She was nervous.

Who wouldn’t be? They were about to see the leader of the Volkov Bratva. It was an honor and also a death sentence.

Sergei stood in the corner, and it gave me the perfect opportunity to watch him. I’d picked him because of how loyal he was, but now I was starting to realize my mistake, and I didn’t like it.

His gaze was on my wife’s ass. Did he not realize I could see him? I had a feeling I was going to have to drill in some more respect.

The doors opened, and reaching out, I rested my hand at the base of Aurora’s back, leading her toward the car. I couldn’t resist the tips of my fingers grazing her ass, allowing the man behind me to see that he was looking at my woman, and I would kill him for it.

Aurora tensed up in my arms, but I didn’t care.

Our marriage had survived five months, it would last longer. I was sure of it. I helped her into the car, and Sergei took the wheel. To drive home who Aurora was, I made sure to take my place by her side, resting my palm on her knee.

She shook a little.

I stroked her inner thigh, trying to calm her.

Ivan didn’t like scenes of any kind. If Aurora broke down and started to blubber, it would reflect badly on me.

“Why does Mr. Volkov want to see me?” she asked.

“You know why.”

“I had nothing to do with that.”

“Either way, he’s going to want to talk to you.”

She nibbled on her lip, and I had the urge to reach over and suck it out before plunging her mouth with my tongue. She tugged her knee away from me and turned her entire body toward the window.

Her lack of respect didn’t amuse me.

She wanted to play this way, then fine, we could play.

I grabbed her body, and even though we were seated at the back of the car, I pulled her against me, securing her against my body.

She didn’t fight me, even as her body tensed up. Nor did she argue. Sergei was in the car, and she knew the rules.

“What are you doing?” she whispered the words so low I could only just hear them.

Tilting her head back, I stared into her eyes. Her plump lips called to me. Of all the women I’d been with, I’d never felt this overwhelming need to kiss one before. In fact, I often made it my mission not to put my lips on any of the women. All I cared about was getting my dick sucked.