Sold to the Mob Boss: A Mafia Romance (Lavrin Bratva) by Nicole Fox (best e books to read TXT) 📕

“Jesus, Annie. You make me so hard from just looking at you.” He pushes gently at my shoulders so I’m lying flush against the grass.

I wince when my bare skin connects with the cold ground, but Nikita is quick to clamp his mouth down on mine, and all thoughts of cold are forgotten as my skin flushes with heat. His hands roam over my bare skin and up into my hair. I hook my finger through the belt loop of his pants, pulling him forward and lifting my head to deepen our kiss.

“Nikita,” I whisper, pressing my body into his, my legs winding around my hips. His erection nudges against my heated sex and I tilt my hips, grinding against him. I slide my hands around his hips, pushing his pants down until they bunch up about mid-thigh. “Take these off. Take everything off.”

Nikita chuckles and swipes at my lower lip with his tongue before he climbs off me to shed the rest of his clothes. My gaze drops to between his legs and my eyes widen when he sheds his boxer briefs. His cock rises from its base, proud and fierce, thick and veiny. I swallow hard.

He leans over me and settles his mass on top of mine, so that I’m lying beneath him. Nikita Lavrin has a body like no other man I’ve been with before. All solid mass and smooth skin, defined muscles and broad chest and shoulders. He’s all I can see and hear and smell and taste while he lies on top of me, his long fingers curled around my wrists, holding my arms captive above my head.

What we’re doing is so completely unexpected, so unbelievably exciting, my entire body is shaking in anticipation. He’s kissing me like he’s a starving man and I’m the only thing he craves. I can feel his thick erection nudging between my legs, and I’m so wet for him it’s almost embarrassing.

But I don’t care. I’m drunk on the sensation of his body pressing into mine, his hungry mouth, his insistent tongue, those big, rough hands pinning me to the floor.

I had no idea being held down would arouse me so much, but oh my God, I’m so hot for him I feel like I’m going to burst. My center is dripping and I’m aching for relief. I need Nikita’s tongue on me, sucking my clit like he did after dinner. I want to come on his mouth.

He whispers in my ear after breaking our kiss, “I’m not sure if I’ll last very long. I might just come all over your hands the moment you touch me.”

I want to laugh. I also want to moan. His blunt words turn me on. I’m dying to feel his member in my hands, in my mouth, and especially inside of me. I want him to fill me and stretch me again. I open my lips and tell him the truth: “I’m dying to taste you.”

His eyes lock with mine. They’re dark and full of smoldering heat. I want to stroke him, to make Nikita lose all control until he bursts in my grasp. Then I want to place my fingers into my mouth and suck them clean, tasting him.

Restlessly, I rub my legs against his. “Soon. But first, I want to touch you.” His voice lowers as his fingers loosen gently around my wrists, until they’re slipping away and he’s nuzzling my neck with his face, his hands skimming along my sides. “I want to explore you properly this time. I want to take my time and savor you.”

I’m not going to protest. That’s exactly what I want him to do. All I can do is hold on for dear life. I sling my arms around his neck, my hands in his hair, gently guiding him down as he rains kisses across my collarbone, to my chest, to the tops of my breasts. My nipples ache for his mouth to wrap around them and his lips are everywhere but there. I don’t know if I can stand this exquisite torture, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth all over my sensitive skin. I tighten my hold on his hair, tugging hard until he mutters a curse against my flesh before he licks one nipple, then the other.

The ragged moan that escapes me is nothing like the usual sounds I make in bed, and I clamp my lips shut, momentarily embarrassed. But then he does it again, his velvety damp tongue flicking back and forth over my nipple, driving me absolutely wild. Another shuddery moan leaves me, and I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him to me as he licks and sucks and edges his teeth on my flesh, gently nipping.

It feels so good. I want more. Oh. God, I’m crazed with wanting his teeth on me, his hands all over me. “Harder,” I whisper, my request shocking me, and he bites my nipple, hard.

Between my legs, I drip because I’m so wet and when he glides his fingers through my soaked folds, his thumb sweeping over my clit, I whimper and nearly come.

“Spread them for me,” he directs into my ear. “Press your feet together. Let me see what a beautiful pussy you have.”

I blush at his crudity. If he were someone else, I might slap him. But coming from Nikita’s mouth, those filthy words just spark another wave of heat racing below my skin. And, before I can think twice of it, I’m doing exactly what he ordered me to do.

“Good girl,” he whispers. Again, the heat. I’m on fire. Burning up with need for him.

One strong finger works my needy pussy while his thumb strokes my swollen clit. A second finger enters me and Nikita fucks me with his hand until I’m writhing against his palm, chasing my release. He increases his speed and pressure until I’m moaning so loud I’m practically screaming.

“Do you want me inside you?” he whispers the heated words against my neck, and