Page 13 of Debt to the Mafia King
Another sweep of her eyes, and her head cocked.
My girl was clever. She had sensed something was wrong in her little haven. Maybe she had even felt my eyes on her, or maybe—
She shrugged, “I’ll clean up in the morning.” Bending over her friend, she pressed her lips to his forehead. “Sweet dreams, sleeping beauty. Thank you for being my best friend.”
With that, she wandered away, a little unsteady on her feet, but not falling down drunk.
I switched the cameras to the ones in her room just in time to see her fall down on her bed with a groan. Arms and legs spread wide.
“What am I going to do?” She whispered into the darkness. “What the hell am I going to do?”
Cute, she was so unbelievably cute, like she had any choice. Now that she was on my radar, there was only one thing she was going to do, and that was scream my name.
“Viktor.”
My head snapped up so hard I felt something pop in my neck as she whispered my name in a breathy voice that made my cock instantly harden. Breathing heavily, I watched as she slid her hands between her legs, her fingers danced across her white panties.
“Oh, Viktor.” She bit her bottom lip to stop from moaning. “Please—”
Jumping to my feet, I kept my eyes glued to the screen as she began to circle her clit through her panties and reached for my car keys.
My Printsessa, was touching herself and thinking about me. There was no way I could just sit here and watch. Not when she was calling out my name.
Downing my drink in one, I headed towards the door.
Chapter Five
Leah
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it had in fact been too long since I’d felt the pleasure of a man’s hands on my body or maybe I was just a messed up cookie, but when I climbed into bed, I was so horny that my core was clenching uncontrollably.
Dion was right. It had been too long, and his drawn-out stories about his rather colorful love life had just made it worse.
I needed release.
Rolling from my front to my back, I settled myself against the pillows. My eyes darted towards the door. I hadn’t shut it properly, and I could see a sliver of the shadowy doorway from my place on the bed.
The smart thing to do would be to get up and close it fully, but I knew from experience that Dion would be passed out for the next few hours, at least. As long as I was quiet, then I should be ok.
It wasn’t like Dion would wake up anytime soon, and there was no one else here with me. I could let myself relax and—
Closing my eyes, I let my hand drift down my body. Tracing the outlines of my breasts through the thin t-shirt, I plucked at my nipplesuntil they were standing straight upwards before letting my hand drop down even lower. I skimmed my stomach and then—
My parted knees parted more as my fingers skimmed across my already damp panties, and I stifled back a moan.
This was exactly what I needed. This tiny little bit of release. Self-care was important, and I had been neglecting it.
Sliding my hand into my panties, I touched my wet flesh. Parting my lips so I could coat my fingers in my own juices and using that wetness to slide around my clit. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my eyelashes fluttered.
For several lazy minutes, I teased myself, building up the pressure until it felt like I couldn’t take it anymore. Curling my hand, I plunged two fingers into myself up to the first knuckle. And this time, a breathy moan left my lips before I could stop it. My pussy gripped my fingers in little spasms that told me I was already well on the way.
What would it be like if it were a man’s hand between my legs instead of my own? But I already knew the answer to that. I’d already be coming. Especially if that man was anything like the overbearing—
“Viktor.” I moaned his name. “Oh.”
I lost myself in the images that were flooding my brain, and the sensations that were flooding my body. My fingers worked quickly, and with each thrust of them in my body, it was him that I was imagining.
It wasn’t my fingers that were breaching my body in ever increasing thrusts, it was his cock. Thick and hot and—
