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

His kiss is all soft lips and sweeping tongue. The thick head probes low, and Nikita makes several unhurried passes until we’re both panting again. Propped up on one arm so his eyes are on me, he eases his sheathed cock inside me. When he pauses, I tighten my legs around his waist to urge him on until he bottoms out.

He eases back and rocks forward. With each measured thrust, I lift to meet him. Everything turns suddenly intense as he pulls out—way, way out—and pushes in again. As heat and need expand to consume me, I urge him to go faster and harder.

Without the slightest bit of warning, my entire body flushes. The spark ignites, bursting into flame. I grip his shoulders as I come; his name a scream on my lips. He bites out a choked grunt and buries his face against my neck as he pumps erratically, chasing his own release.

Spent, Nikita collapses on top of me. I run my fingers through his damp hair, both of us breathing hard, our hearts beating double time.

Chapter Ten

Nikita

Fucking Christ.

I barely sleep the rest of the night. Even though I came into the office early, my concentration is off, thanks to Annie. All I can think about is the way her skin flushed when I asked about the last time she was fucked. And her quick retort amused me. She’s the perfect mix of porcelain and fire. Of meekness and fury. And it makes my cock jump for joy.

But in the harsh light of day, outbidding Gino seems unwise, to say the least. I can only hope that my moment of foolishness doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass. All the council knew something was up. None of them have ever poked fun before. Most are too scared. But their openness—asking to rent out Annie—was too brazen. I should have stopped it in its tracks. Another mistake. So very unlike me.

But the thought I come back to, again and again, is that I don’t give a damn about Gino or the council, and especially not about my fucking money. Every cent spent on the girl was well worth it. It’s been a long time since I’ve been excited about anything, since something or someone has kept me up all night. Every time her soft lips parted, to snap at me or devour her food, my gut twinged in delight. I wanted so badly to ravish her then and there.

Not since the night I took over the Bratva have I had this kind of energy racing through my veins.

I remember when I finally sat down behind the desk in my father’s office. My body hummed, every nerve ending firing as I sat down in his chair. The room sizzled with a force I couldn’t see. And when I looked out the window, down onto the city, my pulse raced at the realization of all the power I had at my fingertips. Power to control the city. Power to destroy my enemies. Power to do whatever the hell I wanted.

The memory pumps me full of adrenaline. I want to race back to my penthouse and take her now. Right fucking now.

But giving into one’s desires makes a man weak. I force myself—for now—to only wonder how she’d handle my hard cock. After all, control is everything in the life of a mob boss.

And I damn near lost it on the rooftop.

The way my blood surged and my dick throbbed, I almost gave in to the adrenaline—to the raw fucking need—to fuck Annie right there out in the open for anyone to see. It was a dangerous moment, a crisis narrowly avoided. One mistake begetting another.

A knock at the door grabs my attention. “Come in.”

Eitan enters, along with a younger man who is dressed in a navy blue suit. His chestnut hair is cropped and slicked back. A scar above his eyebrow accentuates his harsh features. His nose is just a tad too big for his face and slightly crooked, as if it’s been broken on more than one occasion.

The man doesn’t look around the office as most normally do, but focuses on me instead. The look in his eyes isn’t that of a subordinate—it’s the look of someone who thinks himself my equal.

No one walks into my office as if they own it. I’m the king. I run this city. My gaze shoots to Eitan, who quirks an eyebrow in my direction. But I keep my expression neutral, my mask of calm firmly in place. “Good to see you, Eitan. Hope you’re well rested.”

“Indeed, I am,” Eitan says as he and the new person step closer to my desk. “Nikita, I wanted to introduce you to Augustin. We spoke about him a couple of days ago.”

“Good afternoon, sir,” Augustin says, extending his hand out to shake. The arrogant look I saw in his eyes is gone now, replaced with the appropriate deference. I wonder if I imagined it. He bows his head towards me.

I shake his hand and everyone takes a seat.

“Shall we?” Eitan asks. I nod my head and he begins. “I wanted to bring Augustin to the meeting to keep him in the loop for the incoming weapons shipment. As you know, everything will be going down in the next couple of days,” Eitan says, crossing one leg over the other.

“Where are we on security?” I ask him.

To my surprise, Augustin interjects. “Eitan and I put together a team. We went over logistics with ten of my best guys. I figured it would be best to keep it small, since the East Siders MC will have some of their members there and too many people might raise suspicion.” His voice is fast and raspy, like oil on asphalt.

“Well done,” I say. In spite of myself, I’m impressed. He speaks with the confidence of a natural-born leader. The intelligence behind his dark, beady eyes is obvious. It mirrors my own.

“Have you spoken to our contact on the