Page 15 of Debt to the Mafia King
“No.” He nipped at my shoulder. “Then maybe it was more this—” dropping to his knees, he yanked my hips back.
There was a second where I wondered what he was doing, and then he pushed my panties aside and licked me. There was nothing tentative or loving about his tongue between my legs. It was one swipe of pure ownership, and it turned my legs to jelly.
I couldn’t help it, I whimpered again. “Viktor.” My nails scraped against the door.
I felt him smile against me, “You like that, don’t you, Printsessa,” he murmured, and the vibrations purred against me.
My clit felt like it was pulsating. A beacon begging to be licked and sucked.
“No. I—”
He licked me again. Teasing me. “Then scream, scream so loudly that your little friend comes running to save you. Because if you don’t scream, Leah, I am going to lick you until you forget your own name.” The tip of his tongue darted between my lips. Testing me, tasting me.
My whole body trembled.
“Scream and tell me you weren’t already soaked for me before I even got here. Because if you don’t, he pushed his tongue in even further, “I am going to show you how a real man fucks. You want that, don’t you?”
I stayed silent, and he took it for the answer it was. By not screaming out for help, I was agreeing. I didn’t know why I was agreeing, but I was.
“Good girl.” His voice turned husky, his accent even more pronounced. “Brace yourself against the door and remember,” another swipe, this time right against my clit, which fizzed to life and made me jolt. “Not a sound, we don’t want to wake up your drunk friend. It would get him hurt.”
He didn’t speak again, closing his hands painfully around my hips, he feasted between my legs. His tongue and mouth were everywhere. His tongue swirled around my clit and then plunged into me as deep as it would go,
It was an onslaught of sensations, and my body jerked with every flick and suck. Sweat coated my skin, dripping into my eyes.
“Cum for me, Printsessa.”
I wanted to, even though I knew it was wrong. I wanted to more than anything because it felt like my body was wound so tight that at any second I was going to snap.
Loosening his grip on my hips, Viktor curled an arm around my thighs and held me to his mouth. His fingers flew over my swollen clit in a tight little circle.
Stars erupted before my eyes, blinding me with white hot light, and my whole body convulsed. I cried out, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment as I came apart at the seams. But Viktor didn’t stop. He kept up the assault on my clit, his tongue lapping against me as I came over and over again. I bit down on my hand to stop myself from screaming.
“Printsessa.” A groan ripped its way out of Viktor’s mouth. A desperate sound that somehow mirrored my own. Climbing to his feet, he turned me.
“You cum so—”
“Leah?” Dion’s voice was shaking with sleep from behind the doorway. “Is everything ok?”
Viktor slammed a hand over my mouth, silencing me. Above his hand, my eyes widened. Viktor shook his head. Slowly, he dropped his hand.
“Yeah. Sorry, I think I had a nightmare.” My voice was husky. Hopefully, Dion would think it was from sleep and not suspect I had just had an orgasm that was still rippling through my body in little spasms.
“Go back to sleep,” I called out, but there was no answer, just the sound of shuffling footsteps.
When I lifted my eyes back to Viktor, he was smiling. “Such a good girl for me already.” Gently, he pushed my hair behind my ears. “And good girls get rewarded.”
He smashed his lips down onto mine. His tongue swiped againstthe seam of my lips, demanding entrance, and I gave it because this was what dreams were made of. It might be wrong. It might be all kinds of fucked up, but it was what we both wanted, and I had to pay the debt anyway.
“Fuck,” Viktor groaned, “fuck.” He lifted me, giving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. It wasn’t far from the door to bed, but it was enough for me to feel him pressing against me. It made me moan again.
Viktor swallowed the sound down as we fell onto the bed. His kiss deepened even more.
“I’m going to fucking fuck you,” he nipped at my bottom lip, pulling it out, and his hands slid down to grab my panties and push them down my thighs. They got tangled around my knees, and I had to use my feet to push them further down.
“Spread those pretty legs for me,” Viktor ordered in a hissing whisper. Standing, he began to strip. Quietly and slowly, he dropped each item to the floor by the bed, and not once did his eyes leave me.
I took him in, the hard muscles that rippled down his chest and stomach. The broad corded shoulders, the thin line of dark hair from his belly button to—
