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I sit at the conference table, impatiently drumming my fingers, waiting for the alliance meeting to start.

The double doors fly open, and my breath catches in my throat. Lara saunters in, wearing a black pantsuit with a plunging neckline that reveals just enough cleavage to drive me wild. Her raven hair cascades over her shoulders in loose curls. She looks like a femme fatale, beautiful and dangerous all at once.

Lara glances my way, and her ruby-red lips curl into a knowing smile. I bow my head just slightly at her in appreciation. I can't tear my eyes off of her. Since when did she start dressing like this?

"Sorry I'm late," she announces, her voice carrying through the room. "I was tied up with some important business."

She moves effortlessly through the crowd, engaging in conversation and eliciting laughter from those around her.

I can feel the eyes of the others following her every move, just as captivated as I am. When she finally takes the seat beside me, I catch a whiff of her intoxicating scent—a mix of jasmine and something uniquely Lara.

"Missed me?" she asks with a playful smirk, leaning in just close enough for me to feel the warmth of her breath on my cheek.

"Of course," I reply, keeping my voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest. "A meeting without you is like vodka without ice."

Lara laughs softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leans back in her chair, crossing her legs and giving me a quick wink before turning her attention to the matters at hand.

"Nice of you to finally join us, little sister," Abram says sarcastically.

Lara rolls her eyes. "Oh please, don't pretend you two are paragons of punctuality. How many meetings have you strolled into halfway through?"

Vladimir scowls but doesn't argue. He knows she's right.

"I was busy finalizing paperwork for Dima’s new club," Lara continues breezily. "You know, actual business matters, not just showing up to hear the minutes."

“Touché,” Denis notes while Denis puts a hand over his heart in pretend pain. Boris, Nikolai, and Ivan laugh.

As for me? I sit there stunned. Who is this creature, and why the hell has she taken so long to emerge from the shadows? I'm utterly captivated, like a moth drawn to her flame. I want to pull her into my arms and kiss those smirking lips, but I know I'll have to be patient.

"Really?" Abram protests, looking between Lara and me with curiosity. "You're doing Dima's paperwork now?"

"Someone has to keep things organized," Lara replies coolly, meeting her brother's gaze without flinching.

"We need her," I chime in, my voice firm. "Lara has proven herself to be invaluable to our operations."

“Well, yes,” Abram clears his throat. “But our family business could use hands on deck, too.”

“I guess you didn’t ask in time,” Lara shuts him down by stating the obvious. Abram frowns and tilts his head as though he’s truly seeing his sister for the first time.

I’ve never felt prouder of Lara for standing up for herself and what she wants.

“Alright, gentlemen,” Nikolai calls the table to attention. “Shall we begin?”

As the meeting drones on, I find my gaze drawn back to her again and again. She sits with perfect posture, listening intently and interjecting occasionally with insightful comments.

When the time comes to discuss the performance of the nightclubs the alliance has invested in, my gaze returns to Lara as she stands confidently, ready to address the group.

“Recently…” Her eyes dance over me quickly, without giving our secret away, “there have been security breaches at the clubs. One wrong incident and our clientele would be afraid to visit.”

“What happened?” Nikolai asks, leaning forward.

My heart stammers, praying she won’t let my brother know the fight I got into. “Nothing of serious concern,” Lara covers for me, and I sigh with relief. “Some ruffians showed up unannounced. Tried to harass the girls. Everyone was safe.”

“Oh, thank god,” Boris says.

"Nevertheless, we need to address the security of our clubs," Lara announces, her voice steady and assertive. "We have some powerful clients, and bouncers aren’t enough to cut it, even if the Bratva trains them. One way to enhance it would be to implement separate exits and entries for staff and guests."

I can see some eyebrows raise in curiosity, and Mikhail speaks up. "Why do you think that's necessary?"

"By having separate entrances, we can reduce the chances of clients interacting with employees outside the club, which keeps employees safe," Lara explains, her tone patient but firm.

“Besides that, we need to remove addresses from the public domain. All members shall reach out to concierge service to know where the clubs are located in the cities they visit. This keeps non-members away from our establishments. I’ve observed the general public often drops in and tries to enter, thinking our clubs are open for all.”

More than once, her suggestions impress us all. Separate entrances for staff versus patrons in the club are clever. Requiring fingerprint scans for entry and exits for both employees and club members could significantly bolster security and ensure we know exactly who is where and when. She has a knack for spotting vulnerabilities and shoring them up. It's a skill I lack and one that will prove invaluable as our empire expands. The sound of clapping startles me back to the present as the meeting comes to a close, leaving everyone to contemplate Lara's proposals.

The more I observe her unwavering confidence and strategic thinking, the more I realize just how valuable she is to our organization. Her brothers treated her like an ornament at first, but she's proven herself a true partner, and they start to ask her opinions on matters they’re in charge of.

As the meeting wraps up, triumph lights up Lara's face. She can tell her ideas were well received. Under the table, she playfully runs her foot along my leg. My pulse jumps at her brazen touch.

We make our excuses and head for the car.

***

As soon as the doors close, Lara is on me.

"Looks like someone's feeling bold today," I tease her, turning in her direction.

"I thought you liked that about me," she whispers, her fingers tracing a slow, teasing path up my leg.

“I do, amongst other things,” I chuckle. “You definitely got my attention today. You were brilliant in there.”

“Shh,” she whispers, taking my face in her hands and bringing her lips mere inches away from mine. “Less talking, more kissing.”

And who am I to deny her wish? My hands find their place on her waist, pulling her closer. My lips find hers, soft and smooth, and Lara’s fingers tangle in my hair, tugging slightly as she gets more ferocious.

Every brush of her lips against mine sends a shockwave through me. I lose myself in the moment, forgetting everything but the feel of her pressed against me.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I murmur, running my hand across the back of her neck, my breath mingling with her. “But we’re in the parking lot. Someone could see.”

“There’s no one around,” she whispers. “I checked.”

A thrill of daring excitement shoots down my spine. She planned for this, and the urgency to finish what she’s started hits me right at my cock, knowing we only have mere minutes.

Within seconds, I lean over and shove her seat back. She falls flat, giggling, as I jump over to her side, making space for myself between her legs.

“You,” I tell her, unzipping those pants. “Are magnificent.”

She looks mischievous as she supports herself on her elbows, unbuttoning her jacket. I watch, gaping from where I sit, as her jacket comes loose. She’s wearing nothing underneath.

"Dima," she says, her eyes gleaming with devilish intent. “You’re not the only one who’s been thinking about you all day.”

I pause momentarily, dazed at the sight of her creamy, soft breasts. I pull down her pants and part her thighs, taking one hand to clutch her breasts together, and with the other, I ram a finger into her pussy.

She throws her head back, falling against the seat with a moan. It’s a sound I could never tire of.

As I thrust into her, the sound of her moans and the feel of her softness overwhelms all my senses. I can’t imagine anything except what will come next, her writhing beneath me.

"Dima," she cries out, her voice hoarse and needy. "Right there. Yes,” she moans, her hands clutching at my shoulders. Her words spur me on, and I pick up the pace, slamming another finger into her. I curve my fingers into the perfect C, tapping against her inner walls, and take my mouth to her clit.

She lurches off the seat, bucking to my movements, completely out of control.

I grin, giving her clit a soft bite which elicits another groan. I feel her juices flowing down my mouth, her wetness so rich that I know she’s ready for me.

But first, I’ll make sure she’s spent. Then, I’ll tire her out even further.

I knead her breasts, flicking her nipples with my other hand, all the while decreasing the speed with which I finger her but increasing the pressure against her pussy.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, all sultry and hot. I feel her muscles clamping down on my fingers, her entire body trembling. The sound of her gasping breath fills the cramped space of the car.

"That's it, my love," I murmur against her thigh, "let it all go."

And then she's coming, her body shuddering violently as her pussy contracts around my fingers, her cries filling the car. I continue to finger her until there's nothing left until the last shudder of her orgasm has passed, until she's spent.

Then, I pull my fingers out of her, wiping them on her panties, and lean over her. I take her arms and pin them above her head. Her eyes flash open, peering into me with surprise. Her breasts heave from how tired she is, breathless and gasping for air.

But before she can come to her senses, I place my cock along her slit and glide right in. She tenses for a second before breaking into a smile and closing her eyes.

And then, I pound her.

The feel of her tight, wet pussy wrapping around my cock sends a rush of pleasure through me. I thrust harder, faster, unable to resist the need to claim her. The car rocks violently and I groan out her name. “Lara…”

I release her arms and pull her legs up toward my shoulders, changing the angle of our bodies, and feel her inner walls tighten around me even more. It's too much—I'm about to explode.

"Dima, I—" Lara starts, but her words are cut off as I thrust into her, burying my cock deeper into her tight, wet pussy. Her muscles clamp down around me, and I moan into her neck, feeling her body vibrate with an excitement that matches my own.

"You're mine," I growl, my hips moving faster, matching her cadence as she bucks against me.

Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine, and something deep and raw floods them. "Yes," she manages, her voice small and breathless. "Yours."

I pull out, then slam back into her, my thrusts growing rougher, more desperate as my need for her reaches a breaking point. My cock glides in and out, stroking against her most sensitive places, sending electric shocks straight to my core.

"Dima," she pants, her legs shaking uncontrollably. "I'm going to come again."

“Then come,” I demand.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her nails leaving marks that I'll feel for days. Her eyes never leave mine as she climbs higher and higher, her breathing becoming ragged and unsteady.

"Dima, I'm so close," she whispers, her voice shaking with anticipation.

“Me too, Baby. Me too,” and I pound her so hard, bending just a little, to hit the spot I’ve grown so familiar with.

And then, she screams. “Dimaaa,” and closes her eyes. I close mine, too, feeling the ribbons of cum erupt into her pussy just as she tightens around me, milking every drop, her contractions rippling through her body, every muscle, every nerve.

"Fuck," I groan, reaching down beneath her to grab her ass. I slam into her one last time, my balls hitting her ass, and I explode, filling her completely. I stay in her, letting her ride out her orgasm until the last of her waves pass.