Sold to the Mob Boss: A Mafia Romance (Lavrin Bratva) Nicole Fox (most popular novels TXT) 📖

“Hurry up and finish.”

I stare right at him and shovel more steak into my mouth, overemphasizing a moan of delight as I chew. Then I shoot him my best ‘fuck you’ smile and take another bite. I swear, he looks as if his head is about to explode but he doesn’t manhandle me. Guess he has orders.

When I’m done eating, the bodyguard leads me back to the guest bedroom I was in earlier. I slam the door in his face and lean against it to take a deep breath. I guess tonight I’ll be staying here.

I just want to go home. I want to go back to my bed in my apartment with my roommates. But I have no idea how the hell to even get out of this place. Between the bodyguard and the key I would need for the elevator to go down to the ground floor, I’m trapped. And who knows what I would run into in the lobby. Do non-mob people live here? Plus, I have no money, nor do I have my phone, since those were taken by Augustin.

Asshole.

I slink over to the drawers and open them. There has to be something to wear to sleep in. Something I can use as pajamas. Nikita is rich, powerful, and controlling. And if he’s into abducting people, he should be smart enough to leave them something to wear to sleep in because God knows, this dress isn’t it. But of course, there’s nothing.

I walk over to the door and yank it open. My new favorite friend is standing right outside. “Hey. What am I supposed to sleep in?”

“Not my problem.”

“Make it your problem unless you want me to speak to Nikita.” I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him.

He glowers and stalks off down the hallway. While he’s gone, I take the opportunity to tiptoe down the other end of the hall. There are a couple of closed doors and when I turn the corner I spot the elevator. The only exit.

The heavy thump of men’s shoes against the tile catches my attention and I scurry back to my doorway. No need for the bodyguard to find me snooping.

He rounds the corner and tosses me an oversized shirt. “Here.”

I retire into my room and close the door once again in his face. I smile wide and start to laugh when I hold up the shirt. I’m not sure what I find so funny. Maybe it’s all the emotions catching up to me. Or maybe it’s the simplicity of the XXL white T-shirt that must belong to the bodyguard himself.

Either way, I slip out of the blue dress and into my makeshift pajama before climbing into bed. As I rest against the pillows, I contemplate what I’m going to do. How I’m going to get out of here. The only thing I know is that I need to get control of the elevator. I need the key. And that’s going to take time to obtain.

So, I guess for now, I’ll do what I’m told as I wait for an opportunity. But no way am I giving up. No way will I let this Nikita own me. And if he thinks elaborate dinners will change my mind, he’s dead freaking wrong.

The thought triggers another. The dinners ... Actually, that’s it. Nikita has to have a key on him, right? Maybe if I get him drunk during dinner tomorrow night, he’ll pass out and I can steal his key and get away.

I run over various scenarios on how to make that happen. But my eyelids grow heavy, too heavy, and before I know it, the world fades into darkness.

***

There’s a faint knock at the door and I sit up in bed. The moonlight filtering in through the window illuminates Nikita, who is shirtless and stalking toward me, slowly and carefully. But I’m not afraid. Instead, my pussy grows wet and eager as I wait for him to reach me.

Nikita gets to the bed and rips the covers off me. But when he touches me, he’s gentle. His fingertips glide from my cheeks down the side of my neck. He leans in and kisses me, his mouth all-consuming.

“He saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”

Oh God. He’s quoting Tolstoy and touching me. I moan. I skim his jaw with my fingers and thread them into his hair. It’s soft and thick.

I press closer, but it’s not enough. My focus lies on the feel of his hands on my skin and the warmth of his mouth on mine. He breaks the kiss, and his lips travel along my jaw, warm and wet on my skin. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

He grabs the swell of my ass, squeezing gently. “And this?” His full bottom lip begs for attention, so I give it a nibble and a suck.

“Yes.”

He pulls my body closer, shifting his hips at the same time. “What about this?”

And there it is—the friction I’ve been looking for. It feels so good. So much better than my own fingers because it’s a big damn dick and all I have to do is shift against it. “Fuck me.” The words come out on a breathy groan.

I release his hair to explore the rest of his cut body. Muscles tense and jump under my touch. I’ve never been this close with someone in such amazing physical condition. Below his navel is a smattering of dark hair leading to a rock-hard erection. God, he’s so thick, massive even. I wonder if he might break me with it—and I wonder if I might love just that.

As soon as he reaches my breasts, his thumbs sweep over my nipples, ripping a long moan from my mouth. My face and chest heat up. He closes his lips around the taut nipple and sucks gently. I bite the inside of my cheek in an effort to derail the sound forcing its way up my throat and manage to keep it