Page 61 of Gangster's Empire: Leeza & Havel

He crushed her lips beneath his own, groaning as he gripped her and thrust his tongue against her mouth, forcing her to open for him.

He held her so tightly she suspected she would have bruises in the morning, but she didn’t care. This was the Havel she wanted. The unleashed, rough, all-consuming alpha who took what he wanted.

He gathered her wrists in one hand and stretched them over her head, bending to latch onto her breast, sucking it into his mouth and drawing a strangled scream from her.

“Oh fuck, oh god, Havel!” Heat and ice combined to create a fierce storm that shot through her, straight from her nipple to her pussy in a lightning bolt of pure pleasure.

She squirmed against him, wrapping her legs around his waist, anchoring him to her.

She felt the crown of his cock, huge and velvet, caressing her wet slit. She rocked her hips against him and he groaned.

With one hand still pinning her wrists to the bed, his mouth still latched onto her breast, he reached down her body, seeking her wet, hot center and plunging two thick fingers inside.

She shouted again, cutting the sound off so as not to wake Kris, but it wasn’t easy. Her body was on fire and Havel had no mercy.

She didn’t have time to think, to fear, to object.

All she could do was feel as Havel strummed her body with his stark, ruthless passion.

Finally, he released her breast, his eyes smouldering as he growled, “Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel your cream running all over my hand. Do it now.”

Oh god, the command, spoken in that rough deep voice, with his fingers inside her, pumping, caressing, forcing her toward an orgasm that made all other orgasms feel weak in comparison.

It hit her like an out-of-control jet spinning her senses as the room around her took flight. She barely noticed when Havel released her wrists and covered her mouth, muffling the shouts spilling out.

She pumped her hips against his fingers as he continued to fuck her, her juices flowing freely over his hand.

Releasing her, he crawled up her body and shoved his fingers under his nose then sucked them into his mouth, his eyes glowing with an unholy heat as he stared at her with blazing possession.

She felt consumed by him, by the chemistry that had been simmering for eight long years, dormant, but never really gone.

Exhilaration slammed though her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him as tight as she could, squirming against him, lifting her hips, silently begging for his cock.

She never thought she’d be able to do this. Not after Adam.

But Havel was different. He wasn’t Adam. Not even close. And what was taking place in their bed was a universe away from what had happened to her in Adam’s bed. She wanted this. No, she needed it. She wouldn’t survive unless Havel possessed her, erased the memory of her ex-husband forever.

“Please, Havel,” she begged, pressing kisses against his neck and jaw, his straining biceps as he held himself back. “I want you. Please, Havel, I need you now.”

He cradled her cheeks, his lips hovering over hers. “There’s no going back after this.”

“There was never any going back for us,” she said breathlessly, wrapping her legs around his hips and lifting herself to rub her pussy against his long, thick girth. “This was inevitable.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew they were true.

His lips stretched in a strained smile. “You’re right,” he growled. “This was always going to happen.”

He thrust his hips, slamming himself home.

Leeza gasped, arching against him, her tight passage forced to accept every inch of him. She wasn’t used to taking the amount of cock now filling her and it was uncomfortable, but the stretch also felt really, really good.

As Leeza adjusted to the size of him inside her, Havel held his hips still but attacked her with stinging kisses and bites, worshipping her breasts, nipples, neck, face, everywhere he could reach.

“Fuck, your pussy is heaven.” His growled words were barely coherent, his features a twisted bridle of barely leashed control.

She gripped his face and pulled it to hers, biting his lip and pulling, before whispering, “Fuck me now, Havel. Hard, no mercy. I want to feel you later when you’re not inside me. Do it, fuck me.”

She’d never in her life said anything like that, but it felt right. He was a beast and she wanted him unleashed, at his rawest. She wanted to feel his possession in the morning, all day. She wanted him branded into her, inseparable.

Her words broke the last of his restraint. His grip was bruising as he pulled his hips back and slammed himself home, over and over, no mercy, just like she wanted.

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