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

“Let me make love to you, little bird.” He nibbles my lips, along my jawline, and over to my left ear. I tilt my head, giving him easier access to this sensitive spot, and he licks under my ear where he knows his touch makes me crazy. “I love how you smell, Annie. So soft and clean and sweet. Like apricots and honey.” His teeth clench gently onto my earlobe and I squirm under him. “You feel so damn good, sweetheart. So smooth and firm and small.”

His words are intoxicating me, making love to me as thoroughly as his body is, and my heart rate speeds up and my breathing quickens.

“Nikita,” I whisper.

“I can’t get enough of you.” His hips start to move in a slow circle, rubbing his hard, thick cock along my folds, and I arch my back, pushing against him.

“Nikita, I need you.” I grip his firm ass in my hands and pull him against me, almost coming undone at the sensation of his long shaft rubbing my lips and the head of his cock making my clit pulsate, an orgasm working its way through me.

“So beautiful,” he whispers against my neck, and pushes his forearms under my shoulders so he’s cradling me, his hands cupping my neck and fingers pushed up into my hair. He holds on and pushes harder, faster, rubbing himself against me. “I love making you come like this.”

“Oh God,” I whisper. Our voices are soft; we’re panting quietly, making love almost reverently. I feel tears pool in my eyes and I close them, the tears spilling down my temples.

“Little bird, don’t cry.” He settles his lips on mine again, rubs them back and forth, caressing me and then kissing me sweetly, softly. “Come for me.”

I come apart, my body quaking and pushing against him. He deepens his kiss and pulls his hips down, finding my opening with the tip of his cock and pushing into me, so, so slowly until he fills me completely. He sinks into me to the root of his cock and stops.

“Open your eyes.”

His eyes are on fire, looking down at me with such love, and more tears leak out of my eyes.

“Your eyes are the most brilliant I’ve ever seen, and they sparkle even more since you’ve become pregnant.” He moans and his gaze never falters. “I love it when you look at me like this.”

“How am I looking at you?” I whisper and push my fingers into his thick hair, loving how it feels to have my head and shoulders cradled in his arms and his body draped over mine, filled up with him.

“Like I’m all you see,” he whispers back to me.

I run my fingers down his face and cup his cheeks in my hands, looking him square in the eye, not paying any attention to the tears on my face. “You are all I see.”

He growls softly and kisses me desperately. His pelvis begins to move, slowly pulling in and out of me. I grip his ass in my hands again and I feel another orgasm building up in me. He must feel it too, because he moves faster, and pushes into me a bit harder with each thrust.

“Let go, Annie,” he murmurs.

“Come with me,” I whisper.

He groans and pins me with his raw eyes, and he pushes into me twice, three times, and then grinds himself against my clit as he spills into me, and I come apart beneath him, not taking my gaze from his, as my body shudders around him.

“Oh my God,” I whisper as my body calms.

He collapses onto me and buries his face in my neck. “God, I love you, Annie.”

***

I awake to soft sheets, and the morning light trickled in through the blinds. Shedding the remaining glimpses of a dream, I soak in the warmth of my covers. My arm reaches to the space next to me only to find Nikita’s not in bed. But his smell still lingers and I inhale and smile.

Down the hall, there are pots banging and I’m sure the staff is preparing breakfast. Nikita must’ve gone to work early, letting me sleep in. These days, I need my rest, even taking a couple of naps throughout the day. The baby is growing rapidly and my body drains of energy quicker than usual.

But I’m hungry, so I hoist myself from my comfy place and throw on a robe before heading downstairs. The cool tile on my feet is soothing. But I’m not prepared for the scene before me. Out on the terrace is the most beautiful setup I’ve ever seen, better than the first dinner I ever had with Nikita.

Jasmine flowers line the terrace; nothing is more perfect to me. Five white petals with sunshine yellow in the middle. Their fragrance is like a drug. It gives me a high, my brain buzzing—happy, serene.

The entire place looks like a fairy-tale garden, complete with teacups and large candles. Even the powder-pink tablecloth adds to the fantasy feel. An empty, rustic birdcage sits in the corner like the ones people use at weddings to place the cards they receive in. When did Nikita have time to set this all up?

There are also flowers on the table. They’re fresh, some open and others in bud. I love to watch how the sunlight brings a brightness to each petal it touches and a shine upon the deep green foliage.

“I was hoping you’d like them,” Nikita comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, his hands settling on my belly. He kisses my cheek and escorts me to the table.

“What’s the occasion?”

“Just a breakfast date with my woman.” Nikita takes my hand and pulls out my chair, helping me sit since my belly is big and getting in and out of chairs isn’t the easiest act anymore.

The servers bring us plates of eggs and toast. A bowl of cut fresh fruit is placed in the middle of the