Page 67 of Taming Mika

“Fuck,Mika,” Alfie groans, leaning forward until his chest is pressed against my back, his body heat enveloping me as he reaches around to palm my breast over the soft blue fabric of my dress. Then, his hand slides up over my chest as his fingers wrap around my throat.

My heart stutters, my walls tightening around him at the possessive way he holds me.

“I love you,vitale,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His free hand wraps around my waist, bunching the fabric of my dress until his fingers find my clit, and as he rocks inside me, his fingers flick the sensitive flesh.

But as good as it feels to have his hands all over me, his cock buried deep inside me, it’s his words that fill me with an overwhelming pleasure. “I love you too,” I breathe, shocked to realize just how true my confession is. A thrill ripples through my core, and I shiver as my senses come to life.

“Fuck,” Alfie groans, his cock twitching as he thrusts more adamantly into my depths.

I moan as intense excitement pulses through my body, releasing bursts of euphoria that zing up my spine. Rolling my hips, I grind back against him. His fingers tighten around my throat, the pressure intensifying my pleasure, and I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. The burning need in his hazel gaze steals my breath away, and when our lips meet, I nearly come from the electric jolt that passes between us. Alfie sucks my lower lips between his teeth, nipping it lightly, and I whimper as he deepens the kiss.

I’m going to come. I can feel how close I am, teetering precariously along the edge of the precipice as he possesses my body completely. When I’m wrapped in Alfie’s arms, it’s like the rest of the world just fades away. I don’t care if anyone hears us. I don’t even care if anyone sees us. I need him more than I need my next breath, and it’s staggering to realize that’s not going to change. What I feel for Alfie is so much stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

He keeps up his brutal pace, sliding in and out of me again and again as his fingers tease my throbbing clit. A bead of sweat trickles down the nape of my neck, and I can smell the tangy scent of sex in the air.

Our breaths crash together as he breaks our kiss, his lips hovering close to mine. “Come for me, Mika,” he commands.

I seem to have lost my ability to disobey him—or any desire to—as my orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave as soon as he says it. Sealing our lips with a kiss, he swallows my cry of pleasure as my walls ripple along his cock. Alfie groans, the sound sending a jolt through my core, and as I milk his hard length, I feel him tense. His hips jerk forward, shoving mine against the table as his thrusts grow erratic. Then hot cum floods my channel as he chases my climax with his own. I whimper, my stomach fluttering at the insane pleasure oftaking his cum inside me, and the ebbing pulse of my orgasm throbs back to life.

I’ve never come so hard or long, and the tingling relief that washes out to my fingers and toes makes my skin intensely sensitive. Alfie’s soft chest hair tickles my spine, his warm skin searing across my exposed back. My nipples strain against the coarse seam of my lace bra, hard enough to cut glass as they ache with excitement.

“You belong to me,vitale,” Alfie rasps, his cock fucking his cum deeper inside my depths. “Your perfect pussy and gorgeous fucking ass are mine. I’m going to fill every one of your holes with my cum tonight—and every night from now on.”

I shudder violently against him, my breaths ragged as fresh arousal floods my channel, mingling with his release. Before Alfie, I never imagined having a man dominate me could be so exciting, but when he takes what he wants, it undoes me completely. I crave his possessive touch, ache for him to make me his and his alone, and hearing him say it sends a thrill racing up my spine. I’ve fought Alfie every step of the way, but now that I know where this road leads, I think he might just be the only man I could ever be happy with. The thought of marrying him actually excites me, and though we’ve only known each other for a short time, I think what we have might just last a lifetime.

Turning in Alfie’s arms, I curl my fingers around the collar of his shirt and peer up into his gorgeous face. “Take me to bed,” I murmur, and I pull him down to kiss him.

Alfie’s lips curl into a smile against mine. “So demanding,” he teases. “I might have to punish you if you keep talking to me like that.”

My heart flutters, my breath catching as his threat brings back the vivid memory of him bending me over my desk and spanking me with a crop. Heat floods my core, and I arch into him as I nip his full lower lip. “Do your worst,” I challenge, my pulse racing as a sharp spike of adrenaline floods my veins.

A low growl rumbles from Alfie’s throat, and he strokes his tongue between my lips as he kisses me fiercely. Lifting me off myfeet, Alfie wraps my legs around his waist, and he carries me from the dining room, leaving all the evidence of our scandalous sex behind.

Fire races across my skin, making me shiver. I love the push and pull of our relationship. The thrill of challenging Alfie excites me, and at the same time, when he’s in complete control, it gives me permission to feel things I never knew I could feel—to enjoy my darkest desires with a freedom I wouldn’t know otherwise.

Alfie terrifies me, and when I’m with him, I’ve never felt more brave. I love what he brings out in me. I love the way he owns my body and yet sees the value of my mind. I love all the facets of his personality—the way he can be so damn cocky and yet incredibly perceptive and kind, how he takes what he wants but also gives so generously.

I love Alfie.

And I love that I’m his.