Owned by the Mob Boss: A Dark Mafia Romance (Ivanovich Bratva) by Nicole Fox (best romantic novels in english .txt) 📗
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My jaw drops. Literally, not figuratively. I know this because he steps forward and pushes my mouth closed with two gentle fingers, laughing again.
“It’s impolite to stare, kitten,” he drawls.
But how the hell am I supposed to not stare? The cock attached to this unfairly gorgeous man is so thick and massive, like a blunt weapon, that all at once I’m scared.
Surely that can’t fit inside me … can it?
I don’t know whether I’m more eager to find out or terrified of what is about to happen. But we’re way too far along to turn back down. And seventy thousand dollars is enough to change the course of my sad little life.
I have to do this.
And on a deeper, more primal level—I want to do it, too.
“Sorry,” I whisper through dry lips.
He leans down and presses a soft kiss on me. At the same time, his hand circles up the inside of my thigh, finds my opening, and pushes a finger inside me once more. He works slow circles, like he’s winding up a toy, bit by tiny bit.
I bite down on my lip as we pass some sort of threshold: my sex floods with warmth, everything tingling as I open up for him.
“Fuck—fuck,” I whisper, opening my eyes.
He looks like an animal now, eyeing me as though I am his prey. I want to be that. To be his. It feels so good not having to think. He knows it, too.
“You want this,” he says. It is not a question.
I nod.
He moves his fingers quicker, adding another. I groan and part my legs more. My heartbeat is not fear anymore, or anxiety. It beats in time with the movement of his fingers. I move my hand up and down his naked cock, slick with pre-come.
“Come for me, Camille,” he says firmly.
I almost laugh. Does he think I’m some sort of machine? Press the right buttons and she orgasms on demand! Get yours today!
But my laughter cuts short as my pussy floods and clenches all at once, like he said that magic word. Tingles dance through me. My moans catch and my legs stiffen. I throw my body back, letting out a scream.
“Erik!” I whimper. “F-f-fuck!”
The orgasm hits me with the force of a strike. I let go of his cock as my body twists. I tremble and shake. The whole freaking room seems to tremble and shake.
Eventually, it passes through me. To be honest, I have no idea how much time that took. Have we been in here for minutes or for days? I couldn’t say for sure.
All I know is that we are far from finished.
The softness Erik showed at first seems to be dissipating. It leaves an animal in its wake. He rips my dress over my head in one sudden, fluid motion.
Then he stands up, naked, his torso covered in tattoos and heaving muscle. His cock is solid steel now, jutting out from his hips. He reaches calmly to the bedside table, opens a drawer, and takes out a condom.
My throat gets tight despite the aftershocks of my orgasm on Erik’s fingers still coursing through me.
So this is it. My big moment.
Not exactly how I pictured it.
I watch as he tears open the packet with his teeth and then slides the condom down his cock. I lie back, spreading my legs, looking at him through my knees. He prowls to the bed and leans over me, reaching down to guide his cock to my pussy.
I dig my fingernails into his shoulders, feeling exposed without the protection of the dress between us. My hard nipples graze against his firm chest muscles.
Then the tip of his cock presses against me.
“Go slow,” I gasp.
He doesn’t respond as he props his hands on either side of my head. I grab one of his arms, the muscle tight and huge. I have the feeling I’m gonna need something to hold onto.
He arches his back and half of him slides inside of me.
“Jesus,” I gasp. “Oh, Jesus.”
I feel like I’m being split apart. It’s too big, I knew it. He’s way too huge and he’s going to rip me apart like a piñata and I’ll spend the rest of my life walking around like I just got off a horse and and and …
“Relax,” he orders.
That’s all it takes to make me aware of how tight I’m squeezing every muscle in my body. My nails are cutting into my palms and my teeth are grinding together.
Relax.
Once again, it’s like he has the owner’s manual to my body, and his words bypass my brain altogether. I feel like butter melting in the pan.
He owns me now. I’m his. Utterly. Literally. Metaphorically.
In every single way under the sun, I belong to this man.
For tonight, at least.
Erik’s smile twitches. He can read me far too easily. He knows I am enjoying this. He knows I am slowly letting my nerves go.
Achingly, he slides the rest of his cock inside of me. He pushes deep.
He holds it there for a moment, both of us poised, and then pulls out just as slowly.
For I don’t know how long, we rock like this. I am starting to get scared that I won’t open for him—that the whole thing will be too much for me to relax—when that same flooding wetness fills my pussy.
“Ah,” I whisper, letting my hands drop. “Oh fuck.”
His smile twitches again, as though in victory. He grabs my shoulders and moves me to the center of the bed, my head cradled by expensive cushions.
I wrap my hands around his neck and buck up in rhythm with his thrusts. It is slightly awkward at first as we try to match each other’s speed, but then we sink into a steady back and forth. His cock grinds against the walls of my pussy, so big I feel completely filled. Sweat coats us both, the sheets sticking
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