Page 86 of Mafia King's Ruthless Obsession

“I know.” He follows me into the room, moving with that predatory grace that never fails to make my pulse race. “Let me make it up to you.”

“How are you going to—” My breath catches in my throat as his arm snakes around my waist. A deep heat licks along my core, distracting me from rational thoughts. “Oh.”

He tugs on the hem of my shirt. “Would you like me to make you come again?”

“Yes,” I sigh, swallowing a gasp as his knuckles skim across the sensitive skin of my stomach. My whole body sings with desire.

“Then you’ll have to keep your hands to yourself.” He releases me and backs away slowly, crossing to the far side of the bed.

“What are you doing?” Lust flares within me, the mere sight of his gorgeous face and sculpted torso making me throb.

“Hands to yourself,” he reminds me. “No touching.”

I stand on the threshold, stunned. What kind of messed-up game is he playing now? “You can’t be serious.”

His brow rises, and he smiles, no doubt well aware of the effect his near-naked body is having on me. “Completely.”

I clench my hands, digging my fingernails into my palms. Now the fight against desire is inside me—and the one who started it, too.

“Come here,” he orders, sitting on the edge of the mattress. A command.

I nod and slide next to him. He nods his approval, and heat fills my veins.

“Close your eyes,” he demands, his voice gentle but firm.

I blink up at him, hesitant. This has the potential to explode in my face. I’ve never played this kind of game before, and I’m not sure whether I can do it. Would it show weakness or consent, letting myself go so completely? Would there be a difference?

Before I can decide, Vasiliy closes the distance between us, his hands coming up to gently cradle my jaw. My eyelids flutter, my breathing quickening as he presses his warm lips to mine in a soft, delicate kiss. His mouth moves over mine with slow, careful movements. The tenderness of the kiss weakens my resolve, igniting a flame in my belly that wars with the intense throbbing between my thighs.

I stay still, letting him run his fingers through my hair and brush the edge of my jaw. Electricity sparks wherever his hands touch, fire winding down my spine and making every nerve ending stand on end. Long moments stretch out between us, creating a spell that I desperately wish could last forever.

When he finally pulls away, I can’t suppress the soft moan that rises to my lips.

Vasiliy runs his thumb along my lower lip, a glint of pride in his steely eyes. “Take off your clothes.”

Nodding, I stand and reach for the waistband of my pants, then hesitate.

“That’s an order,” he says, his voice dropping a full octave.

I bite my bottom lip, hesitating for only a second before quickly stripping off my clothes. The feeling of cool air on my damp sex sends a shiver through me, my nipples pebbling instantly.

“Good girl.” Vasiliy strokes my upper thigh with his fingertips. “Turn around.”

“Why?”

“Because I fucking told you to.”

“And if I don’t?” I challenge, though I already know the answer.

“Then you’re being a disobedient little fox, and I’ll have to find a creative way to punish you.”

As appealing as the thought is, I force my reluctant body to turn toward the wall. He’s never been gentle with me, and while there was the odd hiccup and a good reason, I’ve since learned that Vasiliy doesn’t really understand the difference between love and ferocity. That is something we both have to work on, and maybe accepting the latter is a first step toward the former.

Now my skin comes alive at his mere presence, knowing what’s coming next, somehow knowing more than he does. Every brush of his fingers unleashes a new wave of anticipating pleasure, heightened tenfold by the small sounds of his breath. A soft caress makes me suck my breath through my teeth, even as it sets my body trembling. When his teeth graze the shell of my ear, a whimper escapes me.

I shudder and tremble, willing him to touch me there, certain that he won’t.

Vasiliy slowly slides his hands up my waist to fondle my breasts. His cock brushes my ass, sending shivers down my spine. I want to ask him again for what I need, but being deniedanswers seems too delicious a prospect to give up. I lean into his touch, moaning.

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