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

of pleasure from her. I fit perfectly inside, and she takes me as best she can, crying out when I slide nearly out and then right back in.

“That’s a good girl,” I murmur, leaning over her. My fingers on her clit are wet with her juices and slide around her with just enough pressure. “Does that feel good?” I ask.

She nods enthusiastically, pushing her hips back faster. I feel the warmth in the pit of my stomach start to rise, and I know that I only have a few more moments inside of her before I reach my peak. I push her head down and thread my fingers through her hair, ramming her, chasing that feeling. My hand slips away from her mouth and she nearly screams.

“I’m so close,” she pants, thrusting against me. “I’m almost there. Please don’t stop, Roman.”

I don’t have any plans to.

It doesn’t take much to send her over the edge. I speed my fingers up, adding more pressure, and drag my teeth along the curve of her shoulder. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror just as I bite down.

“Yes,” she whimpers, and I feel her whole body stiffen as she comes undone. The walls of her pussy contract around me, convulsing violently as her own orgasm tears through her. It’s enough to take me tumbling down with her.

A deep, throaty growl escapes, and I pump her with shot after shot, my hips snapping forward roughly, practically slamming her into the sink.

When I’ve finally emptied myself, I fold over her, burying my nose in the back of her head. She smells like motel shampoo and the heat of what we’ve just done. I don’t know what comes over me, but I’m tempted to kiss her. Spin her around and plant my lips on her, exploring her mouth as well.

I keep my composure, but fuck if it isn’t hard.

I can imagine myself against her, tongues dancing together greedily. She’d fight me at first before letting go and enjoying it. And when I’d pull away, she’d pull me back for more, because underneath this good girl is something even more delicious. Something more exciting than the innocence she has for the world and the life I lead.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, I slip out of her and tuck myself back into my boxer briefs. She does the same, pulling her panties up and then her pants. She pauses to fix her hair in the mirror, then turns around to glare at me. It’s amusing to see her pretending to still be pissed at me given how much she begged for me just moments ago. That sound isn’t leaving my head anytime soon.

Once we’re dressed, I start for the door. Then I hear something.

There’s a loud bang outside, followed by a scream. Lucy bristles, and I feel myself tense up. I hold up a hand, wordlessly telling her to stop. Lucy nods.

I turn the knob slowly and open the door just a crack. When I poke my head out, I can hear more yelling and screaming. There’s another loud thud, then the sound of glass shattering. A husky voice shouts at the customers in the diner.

“Get on the floor! Now!” the yelling man orders, pointing his gun at the older woman in the back of the restaurant. “Get your ass on the floor right fucking now.” Terrified, she lies down flat on the tile, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

“What’s going on?” Lucy whispers.

“I don’t know. It looks like a robbery.”

At least, that’s what I think it is until I hear another man somewhere in the restaurant say. “Where is he? Where’s Roman?”

My blood runs cold. Hearing my name activates something in me. They call it fight or flight, but that phrase implies there’s another option besides violence. To me, there isn’t. There’s only fight—only killing these two men. I don’t know who they are or what they want, but they’re clearly after me.

Let them come. It’ll be the last thing they ever do.

“Here.” I reach under my jacket and unholster my second gun, placing it in her hands. “This is the safety. This is how you click it off. When you shoot, steady yourself, and prepare for the kickback.”

Lucy’s eyes go wide with fear. “Wait, what? You can’t go out there, Roman!”

“Those people will get hurt. Whoever these guys are, they want to see me. So let them see.”

Her lips purse like she’s about to argue some more, but I cover her mouth and look into her eyes. “If they come at you, you don’t hesitate. Do you understand me? You don’t hesitate or give them a chance to get any closer. You pull that trigger.”

Lucy nods and tightens her grip on the handle of the gun. I feel relief seeing that. “Good girl,” I say. “I’ll be back.”

Stepping out into the hall, I hold my gun out in front of me and inch closer into the main room of the diner. Everyone in the building lies flat on their stomachs while the masked men question them. One grabs the waitress, Amber, and pulls her up to her knees by her hair. She screams and fights, but his grip is relentless.

“Where did he go?” he shouts, silencing her cries.

Amber, nearly in tears, says, “H-he went into the b-bathroom.”

I can’t fault her for telling, but I wish she hadn’t. Stepping into the view of the bar, I point my gun and squint one eye, firing twice. The man holding Amber stumbles backwards, two circles oozing blood from his chest. Amber screams and collapses, rolling into a ball.

“Fuck!” the man shouts, clutching his chest. When he raises his gun to shoot, I fire again, this time hitting him in the heart. His arm falls limp at his side and his head droops. A moment later, he’s dead.

The other man in the room turns to his partner, shouting his name. “Rick!” When he sees that he’s dead, he grabs the old lady from the ground and pulls her to her feet,