Gilded Cage: A Russian Mafia Romance (Kovalyov Bratva Book 1) by Nicole Fox (best books for 20 year olds .txt) 📕

I just want her—bare, beautiful, bitchy as hell.

I snatch her hand from her side and yank her towards me. She stumbles in shock and lets out a delicious little gasp as she falls into my torso.

The desire to be inside her is so intense that I have to fight hard not to fuck her right through her hideous lingerie.

But first, I need to teach her a lesson.

“Let go of me!” she snarls as she struggles against my hold. “I told you, I’m not your doll.”

But my grip on her is viselike. She can barely move.

Fear snakes across her tone, but I catch something else, too. Something familiar.

She wants me.

Just like I want her.

“You are what I say you are,” I growl at her, my voice low and heavy with lust.

I push her back to arm’s length, grab two fistfuls of the green material, and rip it right off her.

She gasps again as the teddy comes off in one clean tear, leaving her standing before me in nothing but a pair of sheer panties.

Her hands scramble to cover her body. It’s futile, though, and she knows that.

“Don’t,” Esme says. Her voice trembles.

But we’re long past that.

I peel her hand off her, exposing her breasts.

They’re even more glorious than I’ve imagined. Perfect full globes, high and perky with taut little nipples that are as hard as I am.

She moves backwards. “Don’t do this, Artem,” she tells me, as her back hits the wall.

She shouldn’t have said my name. That only stokes the fire more.

“Me?” I shake my head. “You’re the one that did this.”

I corner her at the wall and put both my hands on either side of her head, trapping her.

I’m desperate to touch her heaving breasts. My tongue yearns to lick across one of those pink nipples.

But even that doesn’t feel like enough.

I want more of her.

I want all of her.

I want to lick her from head to toe and fuck her until I can’t thrust even one more time.

If I don’t bury myself in Esme Moreno right this goddamn second, I’m going to explode.

I go straight for her panties. Knocking her other hand out of the way, I rip them once, twice, until they finally surrender and tear apart.

So close. Only a few more layers left between us.

I press closer, letting her feel my hardness.

She’s completely bare now, naked and vulnerable, and I’m still fully dressed.

But her eyes are bright and filled with a strength that belies her tiny frame.

“You can take my body,” she says. “But you’ll never have me.”

I narrow my eyes. “We’ll fucking see about that.”

That makes me pause for a moment.

I know what she expects me to do next.

She expects me to pull out my cock and fuck her senseless—at least until I get mine.

She expects me to be rough, selfish… angry.

So I’m going to give her the exact opposite. A lesson she’ll never forget.

She thinks I’m just going to pillage her and leave her ruined? Well, yes, I am—but not that fast. Not that sudden.

No, this is going to be a long, slow burn. Torturously slow.

It’ll be a lesson she never forgets.

I lean in, pressing my chest against hers. Her hands hang at her sides, limp and slightly shaky.

She’s trying not to engage, not to touch me. She thinks she can remain removed from whatever’s about to happen.

That choice went out the window a long time ago, though.

My tongue slips out and tangles with her ear. She starts wriggling underneath me, still refusing to touch me.

I smile as I hear her breathing get heavier, more labored. She’s got to fight me as well as her own desire now.

Her nipples pierce through the fabric of my shirt. I’m confident that she’s already wet, but I can’t wait to find out any longer.

I place my fingers between her breasts and she shudders.

Just a little.

Just enough.

Then I trail my touch down her flat belly, towards her trembling thighs.

My hand settles between them and pushes them apart. It doesn’t escape my notice that I don’t have to push very hard.

Esme’s eyes still flare with anger, but her body betrays her at every turn.

“You know what?” I ask, my breath slick against her soft skin.

“What?” she bites back.

“I think you’re full of shit.”

Her eyes go wide with anger. But she doesn’t move.

“I think you want to be my fuck doll,” I continue.

I want to piss her off. To push her over the edge and make her feel what she makes me feel.

“I’m nobody’s fuck doll,” she seethes.

“Wrong,” I say as my fingers run delicately up and down the insides of her thighs.

Then I move in for the kill, brushing like a whisper over her pussy lips. She shudders and gasps, and for a moment, her eyes close.

“I own you.”

And then I push two fingers inside her.

Her eyes fly open. She stares into my face with shocked awe. Utterly wordless.

I could come just looking at her. The way she stands there, open-mouthed and gasping…

Just as I’d suspected, she’s wet. Soaking wet, in fact.

But not yet wet enough for me. I want her so wet she’s dripping down my hand.

I push my fingers deeper inside her. She moans and her hands shoot forward and cling to my shoulders.

“St—stop..” she gasps.

I don’t pull away. “Say that again,” I tell her. “And this time, mean it.”

“I, uh… fuck… I do…”

I chuckle darkly as I keep plowing into her wetness, savoring the feel of her juices slicking my fingers.

She’s trembling now, her pupils dilated, and she’s trying so hard not to moan a second time that she’s actually biting her bottom lip.

“Like I said,” I whisper in her ear, as I continue finger-fucking her, “I own you, Esme. You’re my dirty little fuck doll, aren’t you, kiska? Come on now, moan for me. Moan like you want to.”

She bites down on her lip harder and shakes her head.

I just smile.

Esme is stubborn, even when she’s at my mercy. I should be annoyed by that, but I can’t help admiring it.

I want her so fucking