Page 13 of Forced Mafia Bride
“No, you don’t.” I mustered courage, then closed the space between us, holding his gaze long enough to allow him to see the desire in my eyes. “I don’t have any experience.”
That forced a naughty smile to form on his mouth. He cupped my cheeks and rubbed his thumb in circles on my jaw. “I am a good teacher.”
Which led me to my next point.
“You clearly have more experience.Experiences.That means there’s a higher chance that you’re, um….” I suppressed a cough. What better way was there to say this? “Sexually Transmitted Infections are real.”
In a split second, his eyes widened. Right before he filled my ears with the most infectious and vibrant laughter I had ever heard from a man.
“You are so fucking cute,” was all he said.
And then he kissed me.
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The clouds? The meadows? The sunrise?
Those were jokes compared to the intensity of fiery furnaces, boiling blood, and hearts banging from heated passion. At least, that was what I believed this moment to be—this moment where I was trapped in time with a sinfully beautiful man who could be my destruction.
My black mourning gown was pooled at our feet, laying still beside my lace bra while I stood before him naked with nothing but my hair for cover. Unlike most girls my age, I didn’t like thongs. They were most uncomfortable, and I thought Nikolai would mind, but he’d hastily tugged my panties down my legs, almost ripping them off before lifting me and placing me on the soft rug.
His hungry gaze burned every inch of me, from my face and my pebbled breasts to the low-shaven mound between my legs. I wished I could see through the unreadable granite expression on his face to know if he liked what he saw.
I wasn’t as tall as most of the girls men like himhungwith or curvy enough to catch a man’s attention, but I’d always kept fit and thought I had a good figure. His silence was disturbing; however, I knew I’d first bite my tongue off before I sought any form of validation from him. I formed my own sustenance, repeating the words over and over again in my head.
This means nothing.
This is a one-night stand.
Tomorrow is a brand-new day. It’ll be like it never even happened.
Live in the moment.
He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my lips to his, kissing me deeply and sliding his tongue into my mouth. My fingers found purchase in his hair, and he paused, swallowingmy sigh. He cupped my ass, molded the soft flesh to fit his palms, and buried his nose between my neck. Shamelessly, like a woman with no inner control, I moaned.
I jerked my hips to his, eager to know what that obvious bulge between his legs would feel like against my skin.
When I tried to reach for his shirt, he slapped my hands away, and when I moved to the belt buckle, he trapped my hands in a deadlock.
I could have resisted his hold, but his dominance forced my submission, and the flex of his jaw muscles made me hot everywhere. He let go of my wrist, nestled between my legs, and hovered over me, his weight snatching the breath from my lungs. He was big. Bigger than me, at least, and I liked it. I ran my fingers, feeling the width and lengths of his clothed body, shivering even more when he pressed soft kisses to my collarbone with hooded eyelids.
Then I heard the steel clanging of his belt buckle and watched him lower the dress pants enough to ease himself out of his briefs. I bit my tongue to restrain all compliments from leaving my mouth. Hiscockwas huge, and I worried for myself. I trembled and curled my fingers into the rug.
He noticed.
“Nervous?” he asked hoarsely.
We shared a look. He was pleased with himself, super proud that heknewhis size was impressive.
“STI’s?” I managed to choke out. “I’m only concerned about that.”
And definitely not how hard and big he is or whether he will fit inside me. Or how badly I want to feel that straining erection inside me.
After an annoyed once-over, he produced a small shiny packet from the back of his pocket, held it up for me to see, and flashed a pretend smile. “Happy?”
Happy?
Happiness was underrated compared to what I was feeling. It surpassed elation or the mere experience of euphoria. This was real, like that exhilarating thrill a person felt standing at the edge of a cliff, ready to jump into the calm blue waters over thirty feet below. But sue me, I still held a grudge.