Page 61 of Forced Mafia Bride

“Niko….”

Jerking my hips, I rode his fingers,desperatelyseeking more.Needingmore.

“I want you.”

He smiled against my thighs, sucking the water dripping down my skin. “You want me?”

“Yes.”

“Where do you want me?”

Anywhere. “Everywhere.”

He cupped a possessive palm over my sex and then brought his lips to them. My eyes rolled back to the back of my head.

“Oh….”

I was a whimpering, squirming mess, but he kept me in check. His mouth was skilled, sucking on each lip before finding my clit with his tongue. I moaned, moving against him with a desperate need to come undone. “Niko, I think I’m going to come.”

“No, you’re not,” he rasped and got to his feet. “Not yet. I want to be inside you. I want to fuck you so hard, you’ll scream my name.God—you drive me so fucking crazy.”

He was losing control, and I enjoyed watching him unravel.

With a swift motion, he swept my legs from the floor, wrapping them around his waist while he took out his erection and stationed his head at my entrance.

“Ready?”

“I think—” I choked, cutting off the rest of my words when he thrust his full length into me. I moved to adjust to his size, but he kept me in the position, groaning when I kissed the side of his mouth., and he turned his face to taste my lips.

With a slow flick, his tongue slid into my mouth. Hot and warm, like a mix of the strongest wine and gin, drugging me into a passion-filled oblivion. Gradually, he jerked backward and rammed into me with his gear on acceleration.

My face fell forward.

I moaned into his neck and he spanked my ass, sending a vibration that lit a ferocious fire in its wake. He smelled so good, like cool water and expensive cologne, that it made me heady.

My hands skimmed down his back, and he groaned, “Beautiful.”

I couldn’t stop touching him. I liked how he felt.All of him.Man and muscles. He nipped my shoulder, thrusting with a force that slid me up the wet walls. Slamming into me, he captured my next moan in his hot mouth.

“I fucking like how you taste, Rosa.”

Another slam from him stretched my insides, filling me with the hard length of him. Our kiss lacked finesse. His lips moved desperately, tasting, searching. With his thumb and index finger, he pinched my clit, and my nails left marks on the back of his neck.

I was so close that I feared I was going to break or shatter like a soulless doll.

“Niko, I’m coming.”

He smiled and kissed my lips, muttering a bit of French and Russian while he watched himself fuck me an inch at a time, the look in his eyes clouded with desire. It was hot.Hewas hot, and seeing the look of satisfaction on his face pushed my climax to the peak.

One deep thrust from him made me shatter in his arms, hooking my legs tighter around his waist while I fell into a cloud full of bliss.

Chapter 24 – Nikolai

Four Months Later

Every day for the past months had not been what I expected. A fucking rollercoaster ride with my wife was not what I’d looked forward to after Paris. Mustering the most strength I could, I threw the moss-green stress ball across the room, watching it fly above Anatoly’s head.

Goddamnit. Goddamnit all to hell.