Stolen by the Mob Boss : A Russian Mafia Romance (Bratva Hitman) by Nicole Fox (classic fiction TXT) 📗

I grab Lucy’s arm and tug her to the bathroom. She yelps and tries to drag her heels, but I don’t give a damn right now. Once we’re inside, I lock the door, spin her around, and shove her up against a wall, hard.

“Are you fucking crazy?” I demand. My face is inches from hers. “Do you know who could’ve overheard that conversation?”

“I don’t care,” she spits. “You told me you would help me hurt Konstantin. You told me I could work with you after I told you how bad I need this, and then you turn around and say I’m not doing this with you anymore? That’s such bullshit!”

There’s anger in her voice, but also something else. It’s vulnerable, a kind of hurt that she probably doesn’t want me to see. I can’t help but feel for her. Even when she’s mad, she still looks innocent. It’s enough to cloud my judgment about the whole thing.

She shoves me, making me stumble back. For a moment, I’m in shock. With how little she is, I never would’ve expected all that strength. “You’re a liar, Roman. Fuck you.” When I reach for her, she shoves me again. There are tears in her eyes.

Fuck.

I am a liar. And I am a piece of shit for doing this to her. I can only imagine how upset I would’ve been had I not given Aleksandr and Andrei what they deserved. I grab Lucy by both arms and start to pull her to my chest when she slaps me across the face. My next move happens in a blur. I spin her around and push her into the sink, bending her over it.

I see her reflection in the mirror, eyes wide with fear. When I lean in and press my lips to her ear, she shivers. “Get it the fuck together,” I warn her.

Her eyes harden. “Or what?” She pushes back against me, and last night comes back to me. I could feel her pulse against my palm as I held her down. I watched her chest heave up and down as she caught her breath. In that moment, I wanted to do more than just interrogate her.

“You know what,” I reply. I push my hips forward, against her this time.

“I don’t believe you.”

She knows what she’s doing. She knows how she’s making me feel. I’m sure she can feel the hardening of my cock against her ass, pressing into her insistently.

“Prove it,” she says again. She’s playing with fire and doesn’t even know it. She will soon. To wipe that smirk off her face, I reach around and unbutton her jeans. The look on her face tells me she wants to fight me, but thankfully she doesn’t. I yank the fabric down her thighs, exposing her smooth, round ass and the tiny pair of blue panties she has on.

Before I even consider touching myself, I run my hands over her smooth skin. Goose bumps follow wherever I touch. Lucy doesn’t even expect the swat until I give it to her. She jumps and yelps, covering her mouth with her hand. The second spanking is harder, and it leaves a red mark on her cheek.

When my cock aches hard enough to be a distraction, I finally undo my pants and free myself as well. Teasing, I drag the tip of my dick over the thin fabric, feeling her heat. I can feel her wet excitement already, and it makes me leak even more.

“Are you going to show me or what?” she says. Her voice is low and husky, daring me. Pushing me. Tempting me.

Fuck.

“Remember you asked for this,” I warn her. A second later, I jerk her panties to the side and bury myself deep inside of her.

Sliding inside of her feels like heaven. She’s hot and warm and wet, and with her legs together like this, even tighter than I expected. She lets out a soft moan when I fill her, her eyes falling closed. I steady myself before I begin to move. Let her get adjusted to my size. Let her become used to the stretch of me. When I’m sure she’s ready, I pull my hips back and thrust forward without warning.

“Fuck!” she cries, knocking against the sink as I move back and forth. I clamp a hand over her mouth, silencing her.

“Quiet,” I say in her ear, flicking the lobe with my tongue. “They’ll hear you.” I angle my next thrust, sliding deeper inside of her, faster than before. She whimpers against my palm, and I’m tempted to slide two fingers inside her mouth. I want to feel both holes, see how wet she can get for me, but I can’t. Now’s not the place for that.

I fuck her quickly, the sound of our bodies connecting echoing in the room. She groans in unison with me, one hand sliding down between her legs to circle around her clit. Just when she’s worked up a steady pace, I swat her hand away and take over for her.

Lucy gives me a pleading look in the bathroom mirror, using her eyes to beg for something. Anything. Any kind of attention that will relieve the pressure she’s feeling. I wouldn’t normally be this generous, not after she slapped me and told me that she wasn’t going to behave, but I give in. I roll her tiny clit between my fingers, slow circles, grinding my hips at the same time.

Her pussy walls suffocate my length, squeezing mercilessly. The feeling sends shivers down my spine, and I bite back a groan of my own. Just when I think I’ve found my pace, it’s Lucy’s turn to surprise me. She rolls her hips back to meet mine, proving that she’s not going to let me have all the control.

“Fuck,” I growl, widening my stance and bending her over the sink more. I thrust into her faster than before, each time eliciting a satisfying noise