Page 104 of Mafia King's Ruthless Obsession

I chuckle and raise my brow but do as I’m told. This new attitude of hers is incredibly sexy, though I’m fully aware that she’s the same dangerous vixen who took my heart and soul by storm.

“I’m going to need your belt,” she says in an innocent tone that fails to conceal the wicked note in her voice.

My eyes widen, a thousand questions crossing my mind. My dick strains against the seam of my pants at the thought of what she might do with a leather belt.

Wordlessly, I slide the worn leather from around my waist and hand it to her.

“Good man,” she praises, leaning in to kiss me sweetly.

“Now what?” I breathe against her lips, eager for more.

“Now lie down and put your hands above your head,” she instructs, and I lose my breath for a moment.

“Are you going to tie me up,lisichka?” I manage to ask, my heart hammering against my chest.

“You better get close enough to the headboard, or I’ll have to punish you,” she quips back, but there’s no bite to her tone. Instead, I find myself following her soft commands with uncharacteristic eagerness, even as my gut churns with apprehension.

Lying on my back, I raise my arms, bound with an invisible leash, and slide them behind my head. Without a word, Galina crawls over me and loops the leather belt around one of the wooden posts and my wrists. With her hair falling around us like a fiery curtain, she leans forward to caress the side of my face. A soft, slow touch, teasing the lips she intends to soon own. As her mouth explores mine, my tongue tempts her lips to part, but she pulls back, leaving a chaste kiss on the tip of my nose.

She straightens, breathing heavily, and I look into those green eyes. I’ve come too far to lie, so I speak the words directly from my heart. “I love you, Galina.”

“I love you, Vasiliy.” Tears shimmer in her eyes. “You are the first man I’ve ever loved. The only one.” She breathes in, then straightens. “But this isn’t about love. This is about you being mine.”

Before I can answer she’s on me again, her mouth closing over my lips, ravaging me with hungry teeth and demanding lips. At that exact moment, her hand slips between our bodies and grabs my cock through the fabric of my pants.

A deep, throaty groan vibrates through me, and she swallows it, taking possession of my very breath. Rational thought ceases, and everything melts away. There is only her. Only this heat pulsing in waves between us. Her hand roams to caress the hard curves of my chest through my shirt, and my abdomen clenches in anticipation, muscles tightening to meet her touch.

Desire blazes beneath my skin with each brush of her nails against my hips, moving to stroke the length of my shaft. Then her fingers dance, toying with the button of my pants. I rock my hips upward, struggling not to end this too soon, and her chuckle makes it all worse.

“Keep still,” she murmurs, her warm breath tickling my ear. And then she pulls away, sitting back on my hips to watch me suffer. “Let me have you the way I want.”

With a growl, I shove my cock against her center, but there’s nothing to dull the pain and desire that shoot straight down my spine.

“Tease,” I breathe. “But you have nothing on me.”

“Oh really?” She smirks and climbs off me. Without averting her eyes, she slides the straps of her dress down. My cock twitches as I catch the faintest hint of her rosy nipples through her bra. Heat blooms across her skin, a blush forming on her cheeks.

Tossing her head back, she stands before me, naked except for the lace lingerie covering her full breasts and rounded hips. Every nerve in my body craves the soft touch of her skin, the wet heat of her core against the stiff tip of my cock. But there’s no hope of that yet; she’s made it perfectly clear that she intends to continue this game. Until neither of us can endure it.

She leans closer, her hands flattening on my chest and trailing up to brush against the side of my neck. She roughly grabs at my shirt and tears it open, buttons flying everywhere and I hiss, even more turned on than before.

“Mine,” she claims. “All mine.”

In one quick movement, I’m completely exposed, and her eager hands reach for the zipper on my pants to undo it and take out my cock. My hands strain against the bonds, impatient and eager to touch every inch of her perfect, milky skin.

As if she can sense my mind, she smirks, her eyes holding mine with wicked promise as her hand glides down the length of my shaft. A shudder runs through me as her fingers trace patterns against sensitive flesh, and then she looks deep into my eyes. “Do you feel how hard you are?”

The muscles of my abdomen clench and flex, tightening when she strokes me, her fingertips grazing the hot flesh in tantalizing rhythms. “God, yes,lisichka. Now be a good girl and come sit on my cock.”

I shouldn’t have said it. Her fevered pace falters, her eyes darkened by lust, pupils dilated, and she gets up, backing away from the bed a few paces.

She licks her lips, and my entire body thrums with need as she slides the straps of her lingerie over her shoulders. Her tits fall free. Before I can admire the view of her bare breasts and taut nipples, she whips off her panties and tosses them at my face. Like a fucking trophy. My cock gets impossibly hard. She’s trying to prove something, show dominance, and it’s fucking working. I’m nothing more than her animal right now.

“I don’t take orders from you.” She smiles. “Not tonight.”

She’s fully naked now, and the sight of her full, lush body and graceful fingers is like a punch straight to the gut.

Growing impatient, I arch upward, bucking, rattling the wooden frame.

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