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

I crack open my eyes to find him watching me. His gaze is dark, full of forbidden promise, and I nod, a whimper falling from my lips. His answering smile is deliciously wicked. “Good. Because I can’t fucking wait any longer. I’ve wanted to bury myself back into your pussy since the moment I pulled out at the penthouse.”

I lean up on my elbows and press my mouth to the center of his chest. His scent surrounds me, the warmth of his skin, his salty taste. I’m licking a path down to his abs and he pulls away from me, hissing as if I’ve burned him.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmurs, tearing open the wrapper of the condom he pulls from his wallet and rolling it on. The sight of him entrances me and my heart rate accelerates, my mouth going dry when he catches me staring. He shakes his head with a slight smile curving his perfect, swollen lips. “I want to last, but you’re going to make me come too soon, Annie. I want you too damn much; I’m aching.”

Again, he stuns me, this time with his words. If I think about it too hard, the entire situation is mind-blowing. I’m naked in the middle of the mountains with a mob boss who purchased me for a quarter of a million dollars. We’re about to have sex, and I want it more than I’ve wanted anything I can ever remember. If someone told me a month ago that I would be kidnapped, in a gunfight, and involved in a high-speed chase, only to want to have sex with the man who dragged me into the underworld, I would’ve laughed in their face.

I’m not laughing now, though. Instead, I’m grabbing for Nikita, bringing him down on top of me, his big body pushing me into the compact dirt. I wrap my legs around his hips, curling my arms around him so I can stroke down his smooth back, damp with sweat despite the chill of the night, as our mouths find each other, lazily kissing, nipping at each other’s lips, tangling our tongues.

He tastes amazing. I love the sounds he makes, the way he holds me. And when he slowly slides inside my body, inch by excruciating inch, a shudder sweeps over me, my eyes shutting against the intensity of emotions swirling within. He doesn’t move, doesn’t so much as breathe, and I’m breathless too. I’ve never felt so connected to another person before.

“Christ, you feel so good,” he whispers close to my ear as he slowly begins to move. I shift with him, lifting my hips, tightening my legs around him. He starts thrusting faster, almost as if he can’t help himself. I rock against him, sending his cock deeper inside my body, and he’s groaning, straining above me. I can see it in the tension in his face, across his shoulders.

I’m close too, though we’ve barely begun. I’ve been on edge since he made me come on the terrace. There was no relief with that orgasm. All it did was create the need for more.

“Tell me you’re going to come,” he whispers, his ragged voice sending a shiver over my skin. He reaches between us, his fingers slipping over my clit, rubbing circles around it, driving me straight out of my mind. “Say it.”

“Yes,” I moan. “So close. I’m going to come, Nikita.”

Nikita rears up on his knees and grasps hold of my waist, pulling me closer as he pounds into me. I close my eyes, breathless at the brutal way he’s handling me, truly fucking me. The men of my past always handled me gently, as if I were made of glass and might shatter at any moment. Not Nikita. He’s all predator, primal fierceness, his hands gripping me, his cock pounding inside of me, his mouth brutalizing mine. It’s as if he’s completely overcome.

I love it. I crave it. I’m going to explode.

Closing my eyes, the familiar sensations threaten to wash over me, and I try to hold them off. But my sex clenches around Nikita and whimpering, I shake my head, panting his name, and then I can’t hold back any longer. I’m coming. Lost in the deliciously warm, pulsating sensation as the second orgasm of the night takes me completely over the edge.

I could curl into a little ball now and die happy, but we’re not yet finished. Nikita continues to pound into me, grunting and groaning, his eyes closed and every muscle in his body flexing. He fucks me through my orgasm and soon his thrusts grow erratic, his breathing shallow, and the words coming from his mouth turn into panted gibberish.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Annie, I’m coming.”

He collapses on top of me seconds later, his warm weight comforting, yet making it all feel far too real. His mouth presses to my neck, wet and hot as he whispers unintelligible words. I smooth my fingers down his back, feel the shivers still trembling through him, and I kiss his cheek.

Nikita grabs my sweatshirt and slips it over my head. Once my pants are back on, he pulls me tight into his chest and nuzzles my hair. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I say, scooting tighter into him. “Is your arm okay? Do you want me to take a look at it?”

“I’m fine, Annie.” He places a tender kiss on my shoulder.

What I wouldn’t give to be in a warm bed right now. I’ll even take the big comfy bed in Nikita’s penthouse so I can curl up under the blanket, plaster my face into the oversized pillow, and drift off into a blissful sleep. Not that the mountain isn’t beautiful.

I run my fingers over Nikita’s arm, trying not to think of the wild animals lurking in the trees, the violent men on our trail, or any of the other million and one things likely to try and kill us in the night.

Moments later, a faint snore tickles my ear. Nikita’s grip isn’t as tight and I