Page 32 of Forced Mafia Bride

In a heartbeat, he dove in, launching an attack, kissing me harder and rougher than before. I released multiple groans into his mouth, working his buttons faster, my head swaying from the impact. He put one arm around my back to steady me and skillfully unhooked my bra with the other. Aggressively, I peeled off his shirt, and at the same time, he tugged my bra off.

My breasts bounced in freedom, and he took a nipple in his hot mouth.

“Yes.”I sighed, throwing my head back. My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I ran my hand down the length of his back, feeling a subtle ache grow in my chest. I knew I would rarely ever get such opportunities to feel him.

Stars blinded my vision when he sucked hard, kneading the soft mound in one hand and flicking his wet tongue over the pebbled peak in his mouth. This insane rush of pleasure should have felt wrong, but it was quite the opposite. When he raised his head, he lay me back on the bed and parted my knees with one strong move of his hand.

The spread of midnight-blue butterflies choked on black thorns like a sleeve on his arm momentarily distracted me. They were beautiful and yet mystic. Nikolai Yezhov with butterfly tattoos?

A pang hit me.

Maybe a woman?

I shook my head, wading off the nasty claws of jealousy. I shouldn’t have cared if it was a woman, but there was definitely a story there.

Different scenarios ran through my mind like a hamster on a wheel, and he must have noticed my absence because he slipped his hand into my panties and pushed two fingers inside me. My eyes rolled, my back arched, and my fingers curled into the sheets.

A guttural groan rumbled at the back of my throat as I relished in the spark of desire that made his eyelids drop. “Fuck, you’re wet for me, princess.”

I was. I was dripping, soaking wet for him, but I couldn’t even speak. He felt so good inside me that I could cry. Panting, I rocked my hips against his hands, seeking more. But he pulled out and stuck his fingers in his mouth.

My heart galloped at the erotic sight. Without thinking, I cupped his neck and took my lips to his, moaning when the sharp taste of me hit my tongue.

“Eager,” he growled on my lips and ripped the panties off me like a beast in heat. I gasped and yelped when he slapped my ass. “Perfect.”

I reached for his pants, unbuckled the belt, and impatiently squeezed my small hand against his big cock. His laughter vibrated off my skin, and I kissed him again. And again while he shrugged down the barricading fabric and his black briefs. His cock sprung out, and I ogled even more at the hugeness and strained veins.

If anything was eager in this bedroom, his cock certainly was.

I wondered what it would have felt like to have my mouth on him, to lick him like a lollipop and suck like a milkshake. Thinking about all the new things I wanted to try with him made me more delirious and even wetter.

I was definitely losing my mind, but I couldn’t—didn’t—want to stop.His scent was intoxicating, making my head swim and heart race a marathon.

With his huge hands, he grabbed my waist and flipped us so I straddled him. Our bodies molded perfectly. So perfectly that I doubted there would ever be a better fit than this. Sex experience had never been on the list of things I could brag about, but I had a feeling that I was going to love this position.

Niko wrapped my hair around his fist, pulled my head back, and bit a spot below my earlobe hard enough to form a hickey.

“Ready, princess?”

He positioned his tip at my slick entrance, and without waiting for his go-ahead, I slid myself on him.

Goodness,he felt even better raw.

“God—yes!”

“Fuck!”

We mumbled at the same time, feeling the length of him stretch my insides and hit a sweet spot. He squeezed my hips and placed a feather kiss on my lower lip. My heart fluttered like flapping bird wings. I cupped his face, shared the breath between our lips, and took his upper lip in mine. I sucked, licked, and kissed hard when he growled in an unspoken satisfaction.

I must have been high on truth serum because, from the second he nestled inside me, I began spilling my guts. “I don’t know what to do, Niko.”

“I’ll show you,” he grunted through gritted teeth, pecking my lips.

“Okay.” He held me still and thrust into me, bringing me down at the same time so our hips slammed against each other’s. I whined and sighed. “Do you like it?”

He muttered something under his breath in Russian that strangely felt personal but didn’t answer me, just like that night. He repeated the motion over and over again, slowing down while waiting for me to adjust and later increasing his pace when I’d learned enough to match his rhythm. Soon, sweat formed runlets down our backs, our hair stuck to our skin, and our kisses turned sloppier with every second that skyrocketed us to that amazing climax.

Tears sprung to my eyes, and I didn’t want to say it, but…truth serum was powerful.“Nikolai, you feel so good.”