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

when my hormones fluctuate. But he deals with my attitude, and completely ignores what I say because he continues to hover.

“Are we still going to my mother’s house for the holidays?”

“Yes, but I don’t understand why she just won’t come here,” Nikita answers.

“Because she wants to feel like she’s got family. She wants to get the house ready and cook and decorate.” I don’t know how to explain it to him, but my mom worked so hard for what she has, and now she finally feels like she has a family to fill her home. A grandchild to come and visit her.

I walk over to the lingerie drawer in the closet. Nikita is in for a surprise. It’s funny to think how closed off I use to be, how my roommates had to drag me out to a club, and force me to get dressed up. And now, I have an entire freaking dresser full of the sexiest lingerie that I love wearing. Maybe I just love showing off my baby bump to the man I love. But somehow, I’ve become more comfortable in my own skin.

“Annie?”

“What did I say about hovering? Calm down and give me a second.”

His growl reverberates into the closet. There’s something sexy about the way he gets mad at me when he doesn’t get what he wants the very damn second he wants it. And there are times I hold out until he begs because I find that sexy as well.

I grab the powder-blue thong and lace baby doll and slip it on. Then I walk over to the full-length mirror and fluff my hair. Everything needs to be perfect. After applying some vanilla bean lip balm, I grab the collar from its hook and clip it on.

Nikita doesn’t own me, he never has, but now I choose to be his slave. It’s something he enjoys—and enjoys only with me, that’s one rule I made—and I want him to be happy. Plus, it’s been an eye-opening experience. To completely surrender to another, to trust that person wholly, is something I never thought I’d be able to do. But here I am, doing just that with Nikita.

I sashay out of the closet and pose against the door frame, accentuating my larger breasts—thank you, future son or daughter—and twirl a lock of my hair around my finger. Nikita sits up in bed, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. When I bite my lower lip, his Adam’s apple bobs visibly as he swallows. But that isn’t the only thing visible. The way the sheets pitch over his crotch makes my skin flush.

He’s hard as a rock for me.

“So, do you like?” I take a step forward and turn in a slow circle so he can view all sides of me.

He doesn’t say a word and just nods.

I laugh. Never has Nikita been at a loss for words. I quirk a brow as I make my way towards the bed. “Worth the wait, huh?”

“It always is.”

I crawl onto the mattress and over to him. I brush my lips over the tip of his cock, still hidden under the sheets, and his body jerks as a low groan passes through his lips. “Someone’s sure worked up.”

“Little bird, you have no idea what you do to me. How sexy you are.” His baritone voice cracks, telling me just how needy my baby’s daddy is.

I straddle him and gently press my lips to his. Our kiss is tender. Nikita cups my face with his hands and pulls away, lifting my face so our eyes meet. We stare at one another in silence and then his fingers fall to the collar around my neck.

“It means the world to me that you would surrender yourself to me. That you’d be mine. My property. My woman.” His fingers trace the pink bejeweled leather until they’re on the buckle in the back. He clicks it and the collar falls from my neck. “But I want to know you’re here because you want to be, not because I paid for you.”

“Nikita,” I say, taking his hand in mine and placing it on my belly. “We’re going to be a family. I want to be with my child’s father, with the man who risked his life to save me and protect me. I love you. And I choose to be here.”

Nikita smiles at me and my heart melts. There are times he becomes insecure in our love, and the emotion conflicts with the tough man he is when it comes to the business, but it just shows he’s also tender and cares for those around him.

I lean in and kiss him again. His hands remain on my belly and his lips remain closed. For a moment, I wonder what’s caught his attention since he’s not really into the kiss, but then I feel it. That pressure. That annoyance. Our child is kicking me yet again. And Nikita is in heaven.

I roll my eyes and slap his shoulder. “I’m here trying to be sexy, to get my needs met. And now you’re poking my belly in an attempt to play with the baby.”

Nikita looks up and me, his face contorted into an expression that reminds me of a child being reprimanded after being caught eating a snack before dinner. I pull his hand away from my belly and place it on my ass, pushing my breasts into his chest. “Now, can I have your full attention?”

Nikita smiles and scoots me up higher on his hips so he can shimmy his briefs off. I kiss him, gently at first, my hands in his hair, and then deepen the sweet kiss, tangling our tongues. His hands lift my ass and he pulls back, his eyes on mine as he flips us over.

I wrap my arms around him and run my hands up and down his back, from his ass to his thick hair, and back down again, while I rub his thighs with the soles of my feet. I can’t stop touching