Page 14 of Forced Mafia Bride
No compliments.
“I guess that’s safer.” I lay back down, breathing harshly, waiting in anticipation while he tore the wrap, with my eyes glued to the ceiling and white-golden lights. Then, I accidentally murmured, “Can’t believeyouwalk around with a condom in your pocket.”
“Oh, but I do.” I could almost hear the sardonic smile in his voice. “Just in case some random sister of an enemy walks up to me to join her fora glass of winewith the proposal to kidnap her.”
He might not have meant what I heard, but I heard it anyway. I practically threw myself at this man. And before I was given a chance to change my mind, he eased inside me.
My nails flew to his arm, and I gasped at the same time he caressed my hip and muttered a tortured but satisfied, “Fuck.”
He muttered more Russian under his breath, rubbing my hips, sliding his hand up to cup one of my breasts. His eyelids grew heavier. He moved his hips again, and his lashes fluttered before his eyes closed.
“Fucking…good….”
The penetration stung, but I relaxed at the growl of raw pleasure rumbling at the back of his throat and never knew I could find watching a man’s satisfaction so intriguing. He slid farther until he hit my core, going as deep as he could. My blunt nails dug into his shirt in a vise grip. I choked on a bubble of air, and he waited for me to adjust. But I was not as grateful for the patience as he expected.
I jerked my hips, wrapped my legs around his waist, and shoved him even deeper. We hissed at the same time, and he let out a guttural bark that mixed English, Russian, and another language I couldn’t identify. I picked the vulgar pieces of English and laced them up together to understand what he said—pussy related—and a violent fire spread inside me.
He lifted my ass from the ground so my back was only halfway on the rug, then gripped my hips and slammed into me a little harder. I tried to lower my eyes to watch, but he pressed a thumb against my clit and rubbed roughly.
Spots blinded my vision, and my head fell backward, but he didn’t release me. Instead, he thrust harder. And harder.And faster.My breasts jiggled, and I moaned with no reserve. No caution. No fear.
He hissed, slapped my ass, cupped the soft flesh, and pounded into me like a man on a mission.
Every time I snuck a peek at him, my heart swelled with marvel at how a man could appear so calm and yet so rogue. He hoisted my waist, lifting me so he sat on his knees, and I straddled him.
Our eyes locked, brown melting into green. Harsh puffs of air from his mouth hit my face, and damp hair stuck to his forehead. I snaked my arms around his neck and felt his heart beat fast.Or maybe it’s mine.But this position made me feel more powerful than I had ever felt in my life.
So, I kissed him.
His eyes fell shut, and I moved against him, riding him at a slow pace, tasting the muttered Russian off his tongue when he cursed, loving the intoxicating scent of this man and how so easily he made me tremble. How he made me feel alive and hopeful.
My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I moved my waist even slower,harder.Enoughto make us both feel the heat of my core. “Do you like it?”
His eyes snapped open, watching me with that familiar unreadable expression again, almost like he didn’t believe I would ask him that. Instead of giving an answer, he clamped down on my waist and made me ride his cock faster. He lowered his face to my chest, took one of my nipples in his mouth, and sucked hard.
I grew restless, rocking him harder, feeling a certain rise. With a moan, my head lolled backward, and I whimpered, seeing rushing springs, green trees, and golden sunlight rays shine between thick canopy trees.
“You’re coming, aren’t you?” He breathed against my neck.
But I couldn’t find words, not when liberation was so close. “Please…”
I begged. For that release, for that freedom. To escape from the prison that held me bound for fourteen years after Father’s death. Hot tears stung the back of my eyes, and I sniffled.
He kissed my shoulder with an order. “Open your eyes.”
I’d been fucked to compliance, so I did. I obeyed and got my mind blown the second I did.
We were still moving fast, breathing hard, and tasting the air between our lips, but his eyes managed to keep me locked in a space where I only saw him. I succumbed to a crazy urge and kissed his upper lip. His lips were so soft that I parted them with my own and slipped my tongue inside. The kiss was like an arrow to my chest.
And when he slid his fingers between my legs and touched my clit with a gentleness that pushed me to the edge of that cliff,I knew there and then that it was a silent promise. A promise to open up that cage and set me free.
With a cry, I shattered on him, and my head fell forward to the base of his neck. Then he pressed his face into mine and came inside me. His muscles shook, but he held me closer than I thought he would.
I sighed, allowing a haze to sweep me from his arms.
Liberation.
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