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

“Probably tastes better than a burnt dishrag, too.”

My mouth falls open, and I laugh incredulously. “Did you just ...”

“I did.” He smirks as well, then takes a sip of his black coffee.

“After Konstantin,” I say, grabbing my butter knife and lightheartedly pointing it at him, “you’re next on my hit list.”

***

After dinner, Roman and I quickly wash the dishes and head upstairs for the night. On the way to the stairs, he grabs me and lifts me off the ground, wrapping my legs around his waist. I let out a small laugh but don’t fight him on it.

“What are you doing?” I ask, running a hand over his cheek.

“I’m thanking you for helping with dinner,” he replies. He steals a slow kiss from me, and I return the favor, breaking it only to pepper more along his jawline. He lets out a low humming noise, then begins walking upstairs.

“Be careful,” I laugh. “You’re gonna drop me.”

“I’m not going to drop you,” he groans.

“I’m just saying!”

We make it up to the bed in one piece, and he finally does drop me, this time on my back. I start to roll away when he climbs on top, pinning me to the mattress. I could squirm and fight him, but right now, underneath him is exactly where I want to be.

There’s something about him that always surprises me, and this time, it’s how he takes his time undressing me. Before, when were in the bathroom at the diner, he was quick and needy, practically tearing our clothes off so he could get inside of me. Tonight, he’s careful with what he does. He’s in no hurry to peel my pants from my legs or tug my shirt over my head. And when I’m lying in only my underwear, he leans in and presses gentle kisses to my skin.

His hands find my bra, and he removes it easily, dropping it on the floor next to the rest of my clothes. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he tells me.

I want to blush or argue with him, but I can’t find the energy to be humble. I just want to be with him, absorbing everything he has to say to me. His firm, calloused hands feel perfect against my body, and I feel myself practically gravitate towards him when he slides it down my stomach and between my legs.

Two fingers slip inside of me, and I let out a soft moan. “Ah,” I whisper.

He locks eyes with me, a smile on his face. “Tell me how that feels.”

“It feels ... it feels good,” I manage to say. I haven’t had a lot of sex in my life, but something about Roman’s touch feels special. He feels like what I imagine the men in all the romance novels Nana reads must feel like. Strong. Dominant. And yet, soft ... when he wants to be.

Roman’s fingers begin to move faster, sliding deeper inside of my pussy, stretching me out wider. Another deep moan vibrates from my throat and I feel my back arch.

“That’s it,” he encourages, spreading my legs wider. “I’m gonna make you come for me.”

I open my eyes and meet his. He stares at me intensely, and when he presses his thumb to my clit, tapping it, I shudder beneath him. For a long time, neither of us say anything. I just stare into his eyes as he touches the most sensitive parts of me, working me like he’s known my body his entire life.

He must be able to sense when I’m close, because he presses his lips to mine again, hungry like we didn’t just have dinner. His tongue dancing with mine combined with how skilled he is with his fingers, it’s no wonder I feel that rising swell of pleasure growing too strong to handle. I can’t contain it anymore.

Clutching his upper arm for dear life, I feel myself come undone, my orgasm spilling over. A silent scream passes my lips and I stiffen entirely, shuddering at his touch.

“There you go,” he growls. “That’s a good girl.”

I feel hot all over, and I fall back on the bed, panting desperately for air. While I catch my breath, Roman kisses my neck and explores my body with his free hand. He cups my breasts firmly, teasing the nipples until they harden, then sucks them into his mouth. Post-orgasm, it feels even more incredible than it normally might.

Just as I start to come down from my climax, Roman removes his fingers, licks them clean, and begins undoing the fly on his jeans. I watch with my breath held as he pulls himself free. His cock is quite large, and normally, I’d be skeptical whether I’d be able to take it, but I already know. He managed to fit just perfectly in the diner.

He lines himself up and presses the head in slowly. He’s much bigger than his fingers, and I let out a steady breath as he fills me. His movements are precise, building up a decent pace. Feeling a bit cheeky, I run my fingers through his hair before catching a handful.

“How’s that feel?” I ask.

Roman chuckles and leans in close to my ear. “Like fucking heaven,” he says. His warm breath on my skin sends chills through my body.

It doesn’t take long for Roman to increase his speed, thrusting faster and faster. I bite back another cry of pleasure and take him for all he can give. My hand falls to my clit, where I begin to rub circles, teasing myself. After my first orgasm, I’m already sensitive, but with Roman inside of me, everything is heightened.

I writhe beneath him, grinding back, meeting him in the middle. That seems to be good for him because he lets out a deep rumble of a moan. I’ve only heard it once before, but it’s already my new favorite sound.

“Yes,” I whisper, groaning as he buries himself inside me completely. “Don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t. He moves forward and back, knocking the