Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 30: Chapter 30

MARAT
“Vodka. Your best. One bottle. Two glasses,” Josef said, interrupting my X-rated train of thought.
His professional tone was the only reason I didn’t do something I’d likely regret. Like slapping him upside the head for even looking at her.
Sure, I’d been trained. I knew how to fight. But I rarely engaged in physical altercations.
Why would I when I had the Dark Wolf for my brother and Josef for security?
That didn’t mean I couldn’t hold my own with either of them. After all, they were the ones who taught me.
“Yes, sir. Would you like any ice? Or lemon?” she asked, her sexy voice tying me up in knots.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I knew what I wanted as a belated birthday present.
This woman on her knees saying yes, sir. Just the thought had my cock straining against my zipper.
“No. Just the vodka,” Josef said.
Destiny nodded her understanding, making her tits bounce in that goddamn corset, and Josef made a humming sound of approval.
I wanted to punch the asshole in the throat. Why the fuck was he even there?
I wasn’t a child anymore, for fuck’s sake. Okay, fine, I knew why Adrik insisted I had a guard with me.
Being rich and powerful drew more targets on my brother and me than being criminals ever did. Not that I was ever much of a criminal. A few times, I’d tagged along on smuggling runs and territory disputes.
Going legit was not any less volatile. Hostile takeovers, corporate espionage, and nasty business mergers were every bit as harrowing as a turf war between rival gangs. Honestly, it was a tossup which was more deadly.
But I didn’t give a shit about any of that as I sat at my VIP table at Lux Lounge, dreading the next day’s events, and lusting after a curvy goddess I could not have.
I’d have given anything I had to be alone right then. Alone with her, of course.
Josef usually accompanied Adrik on trips, but since I was taking more of an active role, I supposed it made sense he was with me instead.
But that didn’t mean I liked it when our sexy as fuck waitress kept her big blue eyes trained on him during both of our first interaction with her.
She intrigued me. Okay, fine. More than that.
I’d been sitting there with an uncomfortably hard dick since the second I saw her in that barely there outfit. A corset. Of course she had on a fucking corset.
This was Vegas, after all, and cocktail waitresses usually had some sort of getup on. The tight purple lingerie pushed her big tits up to her fucking neck, leaving her cleavage visible to everyone in the vicinity.
Fuck. The realization had me stuck between tamping down my raging desire and fighting my burning need to punch every motherfucker who could see her glorious display.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I never got possessive of women. Especially not strangers.
That was my brother’s thing. Not mine. And yet, I was arguably on tenterhooks, straining to control my out of whack emotions.
She walked away, her hips twisting as she returned to the bar, and I almost fell out of my chair watching her. My cock thumped against my slacks, and I had to bite back a groan.
“Bro, you okay?” Josef asked.
I ignored the amusement in his tone. It was better for both of us. Besides, the answer was no. I was not okay.
It had been months since I shared my bed with anyone, and the truth of the matter was nothing interested me. Nothing attracted me anymore.
Well, nothing had until I walked into Lux Lounge and saw her.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Goddamn. She looked positively sinful in purple satin and lace and those fucking painted on pants.
On some of the other female staff, the outfit was almost chaste. It was boring. Cliché. Uninspired.
Sure, there were plenty with silicone enhanced bosoms who filled it out. But not like her.
This woman was one hundred percent real, and for the first time in maybe ever, I was completely captivated.
“Are you sure there is nothing wrong?” Josef asked, interrupting my staring.
“Nothing’s wrong, old man. Just waiting for our drinks to arrive.”
I felt excitement building in my veins as I watched our server pick up the tray with our bottle and glasses on it. I leaned forward, concerned the tray was heavy.
She was a tiny thing for all her curves, and wearing those high heels while she trounced around waiting on people couldn’t have been doing her any favors.
Her hips swayed with every step, and I wanted to rip those tight pants down her thick thighs to see what she had on underneath them.
I knew it wasn’t much. I could practically see her hair follicles, they were so goddamn tight.
There went my cock again. After months of nothing, this little Dumplin’ was conjuring a reaction out of me even the most stunning supermodels couldn’t evoke.
And believe me, they tried.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her skin was so pale and smooth. My mouth watered as I watched the creamy tops of her tits jiggle with every step. I wanted to bury my face right there. To kiss those mounds. Lick them. Bite them. Push my cock between them until I came all over her. Fuck. I bit back my groan.
I want her. Jesus Christ. I fucking want her.