Page 83 of Beautiful Villain

He broke the kiss, gasping for air as he fought to remove his jacket. I ripped his shirt, laughing softly as buttons went flying. He yanked me onto my knees, fighting to yank the dress over my head.

“God. I want you,” he muttered then cupped my breasts, immediately pinching my nipples as he crushed them together, dropping his head and sucking on first one then the other.

I rolled my fingers across his cock then fought to unfasten his belt, the pleasure rolling through me more explosive than ever. Always impatient, he snagged my panties with a single finger, ripping them away just as I managed to unzip his trousers.

We were both in a crazy rush, the need unlike anything we’d experienced before. As soon as I freed his cock, he forced me to straddle his legs, giving me barely any time to position the tip of his cock against my dripping pussy. With one hard yank, he jerked me all the way down.

I threw my head back, gasping for air. “Yes. Yes…”

Kirill pressed kisses against my heated skin, snaking his arms around my neck and holding me in place. It was as if he’d never let me go.

And I didn’t want him to.

I clung to his shoulders, every nerve ending on fire, my heart thudding. I felt deliciously filthy and oh-so alive as I rode him, rolling my hips forward, my pussy muscles clamping tightly around his massive, amazing, beautiful erection.

As he sucked and licked my nipples, finally biting down until I whimpered in pain, I could tell it wouldn’t be long until he shoved me into a mind-blowing orgasm. The heat shared between us was explosive, every glass surface fogged. He gripped my hips, yanking me up and down, pulling me closer and closer to sweet ecstasy.

Panting, I lowered my head, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding the back of his head.

He whispered words in Russian that I couldn’t understand, but every word dripped of passion and eroticism. I wanted to become lost in this man forever.

“Come for me. Slicken my cock with your sweet juice.” He issued another harsh growl then captured my mouth, holding our lips together. He became a wild man, his cock swelling even more. Within seconds, I couldn’t hold back any longer, ripping my head away and doing everything I could to stifle a scream.

The rush was sublime, tossing me straight into raw and beautiful bliss.

“That’s it, baby.”

I clung to his shoulders, my body convulsing from the power of the orgasm, one immediately shifting into another, this one earth-shattering.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!”

I was barely able to catch my breath before he tossed me onto the seat, forcing one leg around his hip, taking full control. His eyes bore into mine, glistening as the driver rolled down the brightly lit streets, reflecting light flashing in through the windows. I pushed my palms against him, holding him aloft so I could watch every expression as he powered into me.

He slowed his actions, filling me so completely I found it difficult to breathe. I was no romantic, but at that moment we weren’t just lovers. It went much deeper than that, a need that burned so brightly I feared we’d be consumed in the flames.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, several expressions crossing his face.

As I studied him, transfixed by the moment, a single bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, rolling along the bridge of his nose then splashing against my cheek. There was no reason for the small moment to feel so surreal, but it was as if he’d marked me as his for all eternity.

Unable to control his actions or his needs, he resumed fucking me savagely, the force he used driving me into the thick leather seats. Within seconds, I could tell he was struggling to hold back. Closing my eyes, I squeezed my muscles, delighting in the husky roar he issued just seconds before he erupted deep inside.

His body shook in time with mine, his face pinched. When he slowly crushed his full weight against me, I wrapped my other leg around him, holding him close, his whisper tickling my ears, the emotion in them more intense than the passion we’d just shared.

“Ty budesh’ moyey navsegda.”

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Kirill

You will be mine forever.

I’d whispered the words. I felt them. No. I’d burned with them but in doing so, it was as if I’d sealed some ridiculous fate for both of us.

I rubbed my eyes, staring out at the Manhattan skyline, swirling the same glass of bourbon I’d had in my hand for almost an hour. In the space of a few days, I’d broken nearly all my rules, ones I’d abided by since I could remember. An angry hiss slipped from my mouth as I stared down at the watered-down drink. Even the slightly bitter taste didn’t have the same effect on me I was used to.

I’d left Candy in my bed. My bed. The bed I’d told myself I’d never share with anyone. I’d lost my freaking mind. I purposely left the window. Staring out into space wasn’t going to get me any closer to securing the identity of the bastards responsible for her abduction or the murder of my men. Valentin’s words continued to play over in my mind. I’d gathered the Italian Empire was equally concerned about the possibility of the Irish mob getting any control within the union. Granted, there were already several members who’d been placed inside the organization, but to date, only grunt people, soldiers told to provide information.

I moved to my desk, placing my unwanted drink on the edge then moving toward one of my safes, punching in the code. After retrieving my laptop, I sat down and prepared to continue searching for information.

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