Trapped with the Mob Boss: A Mafia Romance (Petrov Bratva) Nicole Fox (free ebook reader for pc txt) 📖

I imagine every other room in the motel is. The one thing that makes the room nice is Bella standing in it.

She’s blowing dust off one of the candles, her lips puckered, and the only thing I can think about is how they would feel on my skin. She sets the candle down and wipes her hand off on her jeans, and I can only think about what she would look like with them off. We were playing horny honeymooners to get the room, but I’m not acting anymore. The adrenaline from the shootout and stealing the car seems to have found another direction, and suddenly, I have to have her. Now.

Bella seems to realize this because when she looks at me, her eyes widen. “Are you okay?”

I shake my head and stalk towards her. “Not even remotely.”

“You look ... scary,” she says, her mouth twitching up in a smile. “You’re looking at me like you want to eat me.”

I lick my lips. “I do.”

She bites her lip and looks at the floor. “It has been a pretty busy day already.”

“Do you want me to be all work and no play?” I ask, stopping when we’re only a foot apart. I reach out and run a finger down her ribs and over the swell of her hip. “I have a lot of energy I need to unleash. Any idea where I could put it?”

When she looks up at me, her eyes are wide, cheeks flushed, and I want nothing more than to throw her down and make her scream my name. I’m throbbing inside my jeans, and if she turns me down, I’m afraid I might actually implode.

Then, she shifts her leg, her thighs opening ever so slightly, and glances down. “I have an idea.”

The growl that comes out of me is primal as I push her back against the wall and bite her neck. She yelps, but grabs the hem of my T-shirt and begins pulling it over my head. In a flailing mess of arms and legs we tear each other out of our clothes until I can run my hands down the flat plane of her stomach and the smooth curve of her thighs. She feels like heaven in my hands, and I pin her against the wall with my hips so she can’t run away.

Bella sucks my earlobe in her mouth and tangles her fingers in the hair at the base of my neck. Her body writhes against mine, letting me know she wants this just as badly as I do. And that reality awakens something new inside of me. With no warning, I grip her waist and spin her around, throwing her back on the bed. She bounces on the squeaky mattress and barely has time to sit up on her elbows before I’m crawling over her.

“I want to be on top this time,” she whispers, her voice rough and low.

I close my eyes against the rush of pleasure her words bring, and then bend low, brushing a kiss to her nose and her forehead. She places a hand on my chest and presses, but rather than obey, I wrap my hand around her wrist and pull her roughly to the side. She flips onto her side, protesting only for a second until I tuck my hand around her lower back and roll her onto her stomach.

“Bad girls don’t get to make demands,” I say, stroking a finger down the length of her spine. She shivers when I reach her lower back.

Then, I spank her.

The slap resounds through the room, mixing with the sound of her grunt. I spank her again. And again.

Bella arches her back and spreads her arms out straight in front of her, giving herself over to the punishment, and the sight of it is enough to drive any man wild.

“Have you had enough?” I ask, the words strained with desire and need.

She looks back over her shoulder, lips red from biting them against the pain, and shakes her head.

I grab a handful of her hair like a rein and pull her head back slowly. Her breathing is wild, her entire body trembling in front of me, and I can’t wait anymore. I use my free hand to spread her legs apart, and when I press myself at her opening, Bella whimpers.

“Please.”

I sink into her in one stroke, and she releases a delicious moan. Her hips press back to meet me, and she fists the comforter, unable to do anything else because of the position. I have her body held in an arch in front of me, completely submissive to my will, and she’s loving every second of it.

Bella arches her back and slams her body against me. “Spank me,” she breathes.

She doesn’t need to ask twice. Her body ripples under my touch, and her moans reach a new pitch with each slap.

“Harder,” she begs, and the single word threatens to send me right over the edge. I’ve never had a woman in the submissive position wield so much power. Bella could tell me to come right here and now, and I would simply because she asked. Simply because the command came from her lips.

I release my hold on her hair and dig my fingers into her hips, crushing my body against hers until it’s a wonder we both don’t break apart. She screams out with every stroke, and I let my hand slip around her waist to her front. When my finger draws a circle at her center, Bella’s arms collapse out from under her. She falls on her chest on the bed, only her hips raised up, and shudders through her orgasm.

I’m not far behind. A few more thrusts, and I can’t hold back anymore. I growl and drill into her again and again until there’s nothing left. Until I flop on the bed next to her, hand over my heart, breathing heavily.

“That was fucking incredible,” I sigh.

Bella giggles and looks over at me. “You sound like you think you’re