Page 60 of Forced Mafia Bride
He jerked me backward and slammed my back into the wall. Not hard enough to hurt me, but enough to temporarily knock the oxygen out of my lungs, leaving me limp in his hand. A finger hooked under my chin and lifted my face until our lips touched.
“You’re not fucking leaving here, you understand? You’re not leaving here, and you’re not leavingme, Rosalyn.”
My heart stopped.
Raw emotion—a turbulent wave of anger, frustration, andfear—mingled in that short sentence. He let his guard down. He let me see what he’d been hiding all along.
“This heat…this insane rush and craziness I feel whenever I’m near you…youfucking caused it. It’s your fault I’m a fucking mess when I think that there’s even the slightest chance you can find happiness somewhere else in someone’s arms. It's your fault, soyouhave to fucking deal with it. Bear the consequences.”
When I finally found my voice, though small and nothing compared to the strength I’d used before, the only thing I could ask was, “And what are the consequences?”
His hand breezed past my face to the wall, and he turned on the shower.
Water from all four corners hit us in a rush, wetting our clothes and seeping into our bodies. But instead of cooling down, our temperatures spiked.
Slowly, his lips hovered close to mine, his hands on my throat. “Rosa….”
I melted, gripped the loose band of his boxer briefs for support to steady myself, and tried to calm the harsh thumping of my heart in my chest. “Niko.”
“There’s no Katherine. There’s no lover.” His lips brushed mine so lightly, I thought I’d almost imagined it. “There’s no other fucking woman.”
A swelling bubble of joy sucked me in, messing with logic and every other thing that raised doubts.
He applied pressure to my throat and flicked his tongue on my upper lip. “I am yours, and you are mine.”
One of his hands skimmed down my hip, dragging the pantyhose along with it. Then, he let go of my neck, lowering himself to the wet floor to tug the sheer fabric off my feet.
Cool air hit me, and goose pimples rose on my flesh. He spread my legs one hand and hooked a finger on the elastic of my thong.
He pressed a kiss to my thigh, and I shuddered above him.
“You’ve asked me twice if I liked it when we fucked.”
The thong followed the pantyhose, dropping to the wet tiles with water rushing toward the drain. The sound of Niko’s deep timbre bounced off the walls, mingling with the harsh patter of water from the shower.
The feeling was…intense.I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t breathe. And like a weightless rock, the tide pulled me in.
I managed a nod, knowing I was bare before this man, standing before him in a wet dress with no bra underneath and no panties. Just me, wearing my heart on my sleeve, giving him total undenied access, knowing fully well that he could squish me in the palm of his hands without blinking.
His lips skimmed the inner part of my thighs, and his teeth grazed the skin on his path.
“You should know, I do. I love it when we fuck, Rosa.” He looked up, locking me in with his eyes. “And I love you.”
He slipped two fingers through my wetness and pushed them inside of me. I gasped, arched my back, dug my nailsinto his shoulders, and groaned in pleasure. My fingers found purchase in his hair, and overwhelming emotion made me rock my hips while the water hit my face.
A fuse lit up inside me, assembling all the puzzle pieces and aligning my words. “I love you, too, Niko.”
And I did love him, maybe even too much for my heart to contain.
“Fuck,” he mumbled and kissed my thighs again.
Euphoria unraveled in my veins like a dose of dopamine, skyrocketing me to the point of undiluted satisfaction as he slid his thick fingers in and out. He rubbed a spot deep inside of me, hot pressure expanded, and my head rolled back.
His fingers thrust hard, curling against a spot that made me see dotted stars, somewhat like fireflies—blinding my vision. His thumb pressed on my clit, and another finger eased inside. The extra pressure pushed me over the cliff. Delicious tingles of burning heat exploded, and I whimpered something incoherent.
“What was that?”
I could barely speak.