Page 66 of Ruthless Mafia King


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I startle when a pair of arms hugs me from behind, a naked body pressing against mine.

“Serdtse,” I say with an amused grin.

“I missed you,” she breathes in my ear.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” I say, and turn around. “I thought you were organizing the closet.”

“It can wait,” she tells me. “I want to give you a proper greeting now that you’re home.”

“I missed you too,” I reply.

The familiar tug in my groin makes my erection grow. It’s hard and pulsing against her thighs. I’m dying to pin her against the wall and taste her, feel her in all the ways she seems to crave. But I’m still not quite sure just how far I can push her. We’re still getting to know each other, and most of all, I want to give her the space and freedom she deserves.

“Wash me,” she demands, with a smirk that breaks through all my doubts.

She takes my hand and guides it to her pussy. “You can start right here. I’ve been a dirty girl.”

There’s something else in her eyes. A glimmer that makes her irresistible. She was a prisoner and so desperate to hate me, yet somehow, we managed to bring a something else into the mix. We might not know what we feel toward each other yet, but it’s a start to something. Whether it’s lust, desire, or love . . . it doesn’t matter as long as we get to enjoy it. As long as I get to have her.

Without taking my eyes off her, I lower myself on one knee. My tongue meets her clit for the first time. Her breathing becomes shallow, a series of gasps escaping her mouth.

“Fuck,” she whimpers when I drive two fingers inside her dripping hole.

“You’re so delicious, serdtse,” I moan in admiration. “Everything about you makes me want to fucking devour you.”

I lift her so she has both legs over my shoulders. Her back is pressed against the tile wall as she’s clutching the shower head to hold herself up.

My teeth graze the skin on her thigh as I tease her with my fingers. There’s no more coherent speech coming from her. There’s only one mission on both our minds, and that’s her climax.

I bury my face in her pussy like my life depends on it. Every rock of her hips makes my finger explore her deeper. I brush her G-spot, and she tightens around me.

“It feels so good,” she manages to hiss. “Oh, yes, there. Oh, God . . .”

The rhythm grows almost unbearable when she starts riding my mouth. I match it with ease, making it a point not to miss a single stroke.

As her orgasm rolls over, she shakes in my grasp, holding on to me tightly.

Once her trembling subsides, I gently set her down and bring her closer for a kiss. Her eyes are glazed, and her hair is wet. She’s the most enchanting woman I’ve ever set my eyes on.

“You look different,” she whispers.

“Different how?” I ask, not quite understanding what she means.

“More swoony,” she admits, offering me a lazy smile. “If this is how I’m going to end up every day, I don’t need to protest this arrangement anymore.”

“I live to serve your needs, serdtse,” I tell her, while studying her beautiful face. “I think you liked seeing me on my knees.”

She chuckles. “And now it’s my turn, big guy.”

Before I realize what’s happening, she’s on her knees with my erection in her hand. She slowly lowers her head, barely touching the head of my cock with her mouth.

“I could punish you,” she informs me, maintaining a sweet, innocent gaze that doesn’t match the sinister edge in her voice. “But I won’t, because you’ve been good to me. I’ll show you just how grateful I am.”

My mind and body melt together as she wraps her mouth around my cock. It’s becoming harder not to accept the truth in front of me. She’s proving just how far gone I am. Several weeks ago, I wanted to use her to get revenge on her family. And now, I find myself relishing the intimacy. I’d never allow this kind of behavior from anyone but Katarina.

Her lips wrap around my cock, and her head starts bobbing up and down as she strokes the part her mouth can’t take.

She’s sensational.

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