Page 53 of Ruthless Mafia King


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I scoff. There’s no way I’m going to agree. Not when he’s being an asshole. In fact, there’s nothing he can offer me that’ll make me want to kiss him. And then spend a sleepless night staring at the ceiling, waiting for his touch.

“I—”

He clamps his hand over my mouth before I can refuse him. “Do as I ask, and I’ll leave.”

To emphasize his point, he releases me and unravels himself from my body. Right away, I miss the sensation of being wrapped in his heat. I hate the coldness and emptiness his absence leaves behind. No. I need to think this through and learn how to despise him. I’m sure it will be easier to escape if I do what he says. But if I agree to it all too quickly, he’ll get suspicious.

“Why don’t you put that cock of yours near my mouth again and see if you come away unscathed?” I warn and snap my teeth together for good measure.

“Nice try, little Kat, but it’s time I prove my point.”

Without another thought, he leans over me and pins me against the bed. He presses me down with his body weight, making it impossible for me to squirm away. His cock brushes against my pussy, waking it up even through my cursing.

“Get off me,” I hiss.

“Only when you do as I ask,” he murmurs, bringing his lips against my chin and moving toward my mouth. “Kiss me like you mean it, and I’ll go.”

I try to fight him off, but it only manages to help his cock find a better position between my lower lips. I freeze, not wanting his erection to slip inside me. But it doesn’t matter. The wetness is already there. My core tightens, readying itself for his return.

I shouldn’t want this.

I won’t want this.

He’s an enemy, and just like he planned to trap me, I’ll use his emotions to my advantage.

“My kiss will mean nothing,” I tell him, gripping the sheets tighter to ease the tension coursing through my body.

“When I said I wanted you to kiss me with passion, I meant it. What’s the point in pretending?”

“This is nothing. It means nothing,” I reply. “I’m sure you’ve had sex with no strings attached before, haven’t you? Well, this is exactly the same. I let you fuck me because you’re the only guy around. Hell, if you sent one of your men in, I’d spread my legs for them just as eagerly as I did for you after two bottles of wine. For anyone else, I’d do it after one.”

Nikolai’s eyes flash, and his nostrils flare. I’ve obviously managed to hit a nerve.

Good.

“Now get off me,” I order.

“Not until you comply,” he answers in a whisper and buries his nose against my neck.

“Why?” I challenge. “What’s it to you?”

“Does it matter?” he counters. “It won’t mean anything anyway.”

Fuck, he’s an asshole. He’s stealing the lines from my book.

With my head cleared by anger, I reach my fingers to his hair and roughly grab him. He tightens his arms around me.

“Serdtse—”

“Nikolai,” I pant, just like he wanted me to. “I’ll kiss you, but I want you to hold on to the knowledge that I’m doing it because it’s the only way out. It’s not because I want to feel you close. It’s the exact opposite.”

I hold onto him as I bring my lips to his, licking his seam until my tongue meets his, and the only place where our bodies don’t touch is our feet.

It’s perfect.

Torturous.

Exactly what I’ve been denying myself.

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