All Chapters of Marked by the Mob: A Russian Mafia Romance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As Alessia climbed the marble steps to the imposing doors of White Birch Manor, her heart pounding a staccato rhythm against her ribs, they swung open silently. A distinguished man in his late fifties, impeccably dressed in a crisp black suit, greeted her with a slight bow."Good evening, Dr. Russo," he said, his English tinged with a faint Russian accent. "Welcome to White Birch Manor. I am Dmitri, the head of household. Please, follow me."Still reeling from the grandeur of her surroundings, Alessia could only nod mutely. She followed Dmitri into the mansion, her head swiveling to take everything in. The interior was just as breathtaking as the exterior – high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings, gleaming hardwood floors partially covered by plush Oriental rugs, and walls lined with what appeared to be priceless artwork.Dmitri led her up a sweeping staircase and down a long hallway, finally stopping before a set of double doors. "Your room, Dr. Russo," he said, opening the door

Nicolai stood, offering his hand to help her up. "Excellent. I know you will enjoy it. "The cool night air enveloped them as they strolled down the stone pathway, the fairy lights twinkling above like a celestial escort. The sound of the river grew louder, and Alessia's nerves began to settle, lulled by the peaceful atmosphere. Nicolai's hand brushed against hers, sending a shiver down her spine, but he didn't take it, maintaining a respectful distance.As they reached the gazebo, Alessia gasped in wonder. The wooden structure was adorned with vines and flowers, the air thick with the scent of blooming jasmine. A soft, golden light emanated from within, casting a romantic glow over the surroundings. Nicolai led her inside, where a plush blanket was spread out, surrounded by pillows. He gestured for her to sit, and Alessia complied, feeling the softness envelop her. The sound of the river provided a soothing background hum, and for a moment, she forgot about the tension that had arisen

Nicolai's eyes flashed with a warning, but his voice remained low and even. "Alessia," he said, his tone dripping with restrained power, "you're a good girl, yes? Remember, only good girls get rewarded? And I can tell by the way your body weeps for me, you want that."He reached out, his fingers trailing her jawline, coming to rest on the pulse hammering in her throat. Alessia shivered, her resolve wavering. She did want to be rewarded, to feel Nicolai's touch on every inch of her body.Slowly, hesitantly, Alessia stood, her legs trembling slightly, she stood. Never taking her eyes from his, she reached for the button of her pants, her fingers fumbling slightly in their haste. Nicolai's eyes were dark and intense as his gaze following the movement of her hands.As Alessia slid her pants down her legs, Nicolai let out a low growl of appreciation. His eyes raked over her body, taking in every curve and dip, lingering on the damp spot on her panties. Alessia felt a flush of heat rise to h

Nicolai felt the sudden tension in her body and looked down at her with a frown. "What is it?" "Nothing." She flashed him a bright smile that didn't meet her eyes. "I'm just getting cold and I'm sure it's really late. I'm on call this weekend and I need to get an early start on errands tomorrow."As she pushed off his chest and stood, Nicolai watched, a frown marring his handsome features. He didn't like this sudden withdrawal, the way she was shutting down emotionally. It irked him when she had been so submissive and responsive to him just moments before.But he wouldn't push. Not yet. Nicolai knew that Alessia was a woman of pride and independence. Pushing her would only make her dig her heels in further. No, he would give her this space to process. If he wanted her to embrace his world, he had to go slow. The thought surprised him. Was that what he really wanted?As Alessia finished dressing, Nicolai rose from the blankets, his powerful body unfolding with grace and ease. He reache

The shower was hot and soothing, but Alessia's mind continued to race as she lathered up. Nicolai Zhukov was not a man used to being told no, and she had a feeling her refusal to drop everything and meet with him would not sit well. She could practically hear his voice in her head, low and commanding: "I will see you at lunch, Alessia. Do not keep me waiting."She shuddered, a thrill running through her at the thought. Damn Nicolai and his magnetic pull. She was stronger than this, dammit. She had to be.After toweling off, Alessia dressed quickly in her usual scrubs and pulled her hair back into a neat ponytail. Grabbing her bag and keys, she headed out, determined to put Nicolai out of her mind and focus on her patients.The morning flew by in a flurry of activity, as Alessia treated everything from a broken arm to a nasty case of food poisoning. No matter where she went, however, she recognized a large man who had to be one of Nicolai's men-watching her. It was irritating but she di