Page 97 of Mafia Prince's Secret Baby

“Not a good idea,” he groans.

“Why not?” I ask, ignoring the tightness in his voice, and instead, pull the ponytail over my left shoulder. “I want to feel you this way again.”

“Fuck,” he breathes out, the dirty curse sounding so sweet in the space between us. “You want me to rail you real bad, huh?”

I wait, knowing in seconds, he’ll allow himself to put his hands around my neck and ponytail. I shudder. Igor’s every move makes me impatient.

The air shifts, electric and cool. Not needing any more encouragement, Igor yanks me back while pushing his huge cock against me. The fabric of my panties works as a barrier, keeping him out.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he promises before I hear a rip.

With one smooth move, he buries himself in me, grunting and already breathing heavily. His forehead drops to my shoulder, allowing him to steady himself. I brace my hands against the bed, my back turned toward him.

When his hands fly over my body, covering every inch, I gasp. Staring into the dim room, I can barely focus on the sound of my breath. Instead, the power of him slams into me. At once, I am overcome with sensations and a cocktail of emotions, both lust and love.

“You’re soaked,” he murmurs, his chest pressed against my back. His words feel like warm velvet over my skin.

Slowly, the realization sets in. Being here, giving him everything, doesn’t feel wrong. Quite the opposite. It’s freeing and exhilarating. No matter how scared I was to become his lover, now that we’re here, it’s a place that feels like home.

Igor wraps his fingers around my ponytail and forces my head back, tilting it to the side to give him access to the column of my neck. His fist in my hair should feel perverse, but I love it.

“This makes you hot, doesn’t it?” His thrusts are relentless, pounding into me, his power unleashing as a storm ready to wreck my world. “You dirty girl.”

With a harsh snap, his hips slam against me. A shock of pleasure and pain collides inside me, forming a wave of bliss that spills in an explosion. Every part of my body is wound tight, the pulses firing across my wet clit, causing me to shriek and cry out his name.

The tension builds as he fucks me harder. He groans loudly, the sound of his satisfaction pushing me over the edge. Without pause, the orgasm crashes, coming without warning. Legs trembling, arms locked, I fight through the pleasure. Soon, I can barely control my volume, not caring who can hear us, basking in the reality of us together, bonded physically and emotionally.

With a harsh slam, he keeps pumping, giving me every last inch of his thick cock. I feel boneless, riding through the high. All his groans and praises register in my head. With a roar, he fills me with his cum, slick and primal.

By the time I collapse on my stomach, I’m drained and spent. My heart pounds in my chest, the need for him hitting a new peak, the desire making my belly clench. His big body smothers me with warmth, a delicious weight that forces me to submit to his domination. Slowly, he peels off and settles beside me.

Before my thundering heart can rest, I push myself up and roll until I’m lying in his arms.

“Damn,” I blurt.

Tremors of desire still vibrate under my skin. I can feel every ounce of him, buried in my flesh. From his twitching and unsteady breathing, it takes a while for Igor to return to awareness. But when he does, his warm hand strokes my hip, sending my nerve endings into overdrive. I bury my head against his neck and sigh.

We stay like that for a while, then his voice breaks the silence. “I’m going to need to fuck you again,” he growls.

I laugh and kiss the column of his neck. “Right now?”

A heartbeat passes, and then he chuckles. “Yes, right now.” In a quick, fluid movement, he sheathes himself in me again, resting his palms on either side of my head.

I lose control of my own moan, closing my eyes and tilting my chin upward. Even with my eyes closed, I can feel him watching me, staring with an expression of awe on his beautiful face.

“Don’t hold back,” he tells me. “Let go, Katya.”

As another orgasm peeks, waves of euphoria spill down my body. When he pulls out, a loud gasp escapes me. Our heavy breaths mingle between our heated lips. I love the pull of energy that bounces between us.

My bones are liquid, a mass of tangled limbs and sated sighs. I lie next to him, knowing that he won’t allow anything bad to happen, feeling safe and secure, but also desired and loved.

Right here, it doesn’t matter what awaits us. Together, we’re unstoppable.

35

IGOR

The walk to Nikolai’s office is quiet, tension thickening the air between Ivan and me. As much as I don’t want to admit it, having him by my side feels more like an obligation than an alliance. His presence is a constant reminder of how thin the line between control and chaos has become.

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