Unprotected with the Mob Boss: A Dark Mafia Romance (Alekseiev Bratva) Fox, Nicole (best chinese ebook reader .TXT) 📖

shoots through me, ending straight where his cock ends. Blood is as hot as fire as it burns through me. It’s like closed gates were opened inside my body and the only tension is my desperate need for more of him. It’s natural and extraordinary.

He keeps a tight grip on my hips as he pulls out. When he thrusts back in, it’s the same flood of sensations. He keeps a slower pace, teasing me when he pulls out and fulfilling me as he thrusts back into me.

I look up, seeing us in the mirror. His left hand moves up, cupping one of my breasts. I place my hand over his as he massages my breasts. He starts to thrust faster, rapidly increasing in speed. I have to press my hand against the mirror to stop myself from hitting my head against it. As I continue watching us, he locks eyes with me. He kisses the side of my neck before nuzzling his face against the curve of it.

When he looks up again, there’s the slightest smirk on his face. He slows down his thrusts again. His right hand slides down from my hip to the front of my pussy. His fingers circles around it. My body twitches as he comes closer and closer to my clit. When he’s close enough that I’m swaying my hips to get that bit of pressure from his fingers, he flattens his hand. He taps my clit with his open hand. It sends a jolt through me. Before I can recover, his hand rests over the front of my pussy and every time he thrusts into me, my clit jostles against his hand.

For the first time, powerlessness is a blessing.

Lev presses his forehead against my shoulder. His thrusts start getting faster. His breathing becomes more labored. I bite my lip as I realize small moans are slipping out of me. There’s heat and throbbing building up in my pussy. It’s intimidating, but I know I’d chase after whatever is coming no matter what.

It hits me a lot harder than when I got myself off. My whole body goes stiff as my pussy rapidly squeezes Lev’s cock. An eruption of ecstasy hits me, reverberating in every part of my body. It’s almost surpassed when Lev growls and I feel his hot pleasure fill me.

He slowly pulls out. I nearly fall off the stool, but he catches me and lays me down on the floor. There’s so much that should be consuming me, eating me from the inside, but as he kisses me, the world could burn and I’d let it. The courtrooms could be destroyed and all the judges could lose their jobs—I’d be fine with it. There’s no such thing as desire right now except for how much I want to be here with Lev.

In this moment, it’s the only justice that matters.

11

Lev

After we have sex, I leave the building to smoke. When I return, Louisa gushes about Allison spotting the perfect dress.

The dress is wrapped up in a box, so I never see it. I shouldn’t care. In my tax bracket, I’ve seen every kind of dress, from rich old widows in an abundance of frills to young gold diggers outfitted in sheer material. More to the point, I’ve seen plenty of dresses crumpled on the floor with a naked woman standing over them and they all look unimportant in those moments.

So why do I care about this one?

Why does the thought of Allison stepping out of her room in something I’ve never seen before thrill me so much?

I can’t explain it. So I ignore it.

Back at my estate a short while later, Allison sprawls on the couch.

I set her cards on her chest. “Thank you.” She smiles lazily at me. It’s so carefree, so satisfied, I can’t help but smile back.

“We could still implement a mix of interrogation poker and strip poker,” I say. “We could both end up winners.”

“It would also distract us and the gala is tomorrow night. Focus, sir,” she drawls, wiggling her eyebrows with the last word. She must know it should irk me, her joking disrespectful—and yet, it doesn’t.

She peeks at her cards and sets them back on her chest. I give myself two cards and flip over three more onto the table.

“We have plenty of time. We’re doing things my way. So here’s the new set of rules,” I say. “You can fold, but it means you have to take off a piece of clothing. You can raise, but if you lose, you’ll have to take off two pieces of clothing. But if you raise and you win, I’ll answer two questions.”

“You are very confident in the cards you haven’t seen,” she laughs.

“At some point, I’ll end up on top—in every way.”

She squirms. “I’m not going to raise.”

I check my cards. Hmm. I flip over another card. Her eyes light up for the briefest moment before she starts to fiddle with her bra strap.

“Do you want to raise?” I ask. She glances at me, a smirk growing on her face.

“Yeah. I do. Two pieces of clothing, Lev.”

I flip the last card. Life is too good to me.

“Well,” she says, dropping her cards on the table. “I hope you like three of a kind.”

“I do,” I say. I lay my cards down. “But I like a straight better.”

“Son of a gun.” She sits up. “How do you do that? It’s a game of luck!”

“You can convince yourself of that if you like, but you still need to take two pieces of clothing off.”

Allison hesitates, a shy half smile lingering on her face as she surveys what’s available. She isn’t wearing socks—she never put them back on after the shower she took when we got back from the store. It leaves her clothing options rather limited.

“You know what?” she says suddenly, straightening up and beaming. “This is good. I’m going to go in with a whole new tactic.”

She pulls off her shirt. I raise an eyebrow as she