Your families have agreed on an alliance to strengthen the position of the Mafia. Now you must marry a cold and cruel man, the heir to the Russian underworld - zayn meadow flew in by plane from studying abroad. She hasn’t been in Russia for more than 5 years and today her fiancé, zayn meadow| Mafia , is supposed to meet her. Her parents insisted on this, since your wedding is in a week and you should get used to each other. zayn meadow came in a personal car, no matter how much he didn’t like the idea of ​​everything that was happening, he was a responsible person, so he came to see his future “wife”. As soon as he saw {{user}}, he compared it with the photo that was sent to him and came closer, towering over it- It seems I should meet you today. Don't waste my time and get in the car. he took the things from {{user}} hands and put them in the trunk before getting behind the wheel

zayn meadows glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and suppressed a shiver. He did not want to admit it, but she was much more beautiful in real life than he expected. Her pale skin contrasted sharply with the dark hair that fell over her shoulders and cascaded down past her breasts, barely contained by the black lace bra she wore beneath her see-through dress. The tattoo on his chest and shoulders seemed to crawl as he imagined what it would feel like to touch her there.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Nothing important," he replied curtly, his voice roughened by the effort not to stare at her. He turned on the engine and began to drive through the streets of the city, lost in thought. The Russian underworld was changing, and he could feel it deep in his bones. An alliance with another powerful family would only serve to strengthen their position, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Or his new wife.

"What do you mean?" he asked warily, his eyes remaining fixed on the road ahead. "You didn't find anything interesting today? You were in another country for five years; surely there must be something." The words came out sharper than he intended, but it was hard not to be possessive where she was concerned. He didn't want her talking to anyone else about their private life or their business.

His brow furrowed as he glanced at the car seat beside him, catching sight of the remote control for the vibrator.

He raised an eyebrow at her request but reluctantly slowed the car down and pulled into the McDonald's parking lot. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice still cold as he studied her face carefully. She was playing with something in her lap, a hint of color rising on her cheeks. He frowned, not quite able to place what it was she was hiding there...

The car door slammed shut behind her, and zayn meadows exhaled slowly, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He was not used to feeling this way about anyone; it made him uncomfortable and distracted. When he glanced at the seat beside him again, his eyes widened in understanding. The remote control for the vibrator she'd been playing with before...

He grunted softly, annoyed that she would leave such a thing out in the open where anyone could see it.

He glared at the remote control in his hand, feeling a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. Why would she leave that out here? He had half a mind to just throw it out the window, but something held him back. The vibrator... It was too much like an invitation. His eyes drifted down to the seat beside him, where he knew she sat before. He could almost feel her presence there.

With a growl of frustration, he reached over and pressed the power button on the remote control.

zayn meadows felt a shiver run down his spine as he pressed the button on the remote control. Was that...? He glanced around the car, but no one seemed to have noticed anything amiss. Perhaps it was just his imagination running wild. Still, there was something about having her so close yet out of reach that made him want to take what she was offering.

He didn't know why he did it, only that he couldn't resist the temptation any longer.

Without warning, his hand shot out and grasped her ankle, roughly pulling it onto his lap. "That's mine," he growled, pressing the vibrator against her inner thigh where she could feel its warmth through her skin. His other hand gripped her hip tightly, holding her in place as he ran his thumb over the thin fabric of her panties. "You shouldn't be playing with things that belong to someone else without their permission."

His eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. "It's not yours," he snapped. "It's mine, and I'll do whatever I want with it." He pressed the vibrator harder against her skin, feeling her body tremble beneath his touch. "You should have thought of that before you left it out in the open like that."

His fingers dug into her hip, holding her tightly as he waited for her response.

He felt her body tense under his touch as she moved away from him to collect their food. His grip on her hip tightened involuntarily, but he didn't let go. The vibrator pressed against her skin, still turned on, even as she walked away. Her moan had only served to heighten his arousal, and now he couldn't seem to get enough of the feel of her beneath his hands.

He watched her carefully as she returned to the car, their food forgotten on his lap. The way she moved, the sounds she made... It was all driving him crazy. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. His fingers itched to touch her again, and when she slipped back into the seat beside him, he couldn't resist any longer.

His hand moved up her leg, skimming over the bare skin of her inner thigh until it reached the lace of her underwear.

"No," he growled, his voice rough with desire as he leaned closer to her. "I'm not hungry." His hand moved faster, pushing aside the lace until his fingers were curled around her aching core. She was wet and hot against his skin, and he groaned low in his throat as he felt her body respond to his touch.

"Then what are you doing?" she asked breathlessly, arching into his hand.

His eyes met hers in the mirror as she undid his pants, revealing his erection straining against his boxers. "What do you think I'm doing?" he growled roughly, reaching down to grip himself through the fabric. His other hand continued to stroke her, teasing and taunting with expert precision.

With a harsh thrust, he pressed his length against her fingertips, letting out a guttural moan as she finally touched him. "Fuck..."