Kidnapped By the Mob (Miami Mafia 2)

Chapter19

When I woke up, the bed was empty. I instinctively reached for Borya as though I’d been sleeping with him for years instead of just one night, only to find an empty depression from where he’d so recently slept. The bed was still warm from his body heat.

I groaned at, his absence even though my body absolutely needed a break. The man was a machine. I thought after a guy came, they would sleep and that was it.

Borya was not just any guy. He used my body in ways I hadn’t thought possible. While he was recovering, he played with me as though challenging himself to make me come as many times as possible.

It got to the point that I was so sensitive; I was pretty sure I’d be able to feel my clit with every step I took today.

Yeah, I should really be grateful that he wasn’t in the bed right now. So why did I feel such a sense of absence?

The lock turned and Borya entered the room, his large body absolutely dominating the door frame. Automatically I sat up, using the sheet to cover my body as though he hadn’t had every single part of me in his mouth just hours before.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, even as his hungry eyes took me in as though he was very happy he woke me.

I completely forgot all the reasons I shouldn’t want to have sex with him again, and could feel myself getting wet and ready for him. I couldn’t help it. How could anyone resist someone looking at them with that much hunger?

“We need to leave,” he said, moving fully into the room, kicking the door shut with a foot and throwing the keys onto the dresser.

“Oh. Okay.” I knew we’d have to leave, but it was barely dawn. I thought we’d have more time. But I supposed we didn’t need to stay any longer than necessary. “Are you sure you don’t need any more sleep?” I didn’t actually remember Borya getting any rest last night. Considering he was still injured, he needed as much rest as he could get.

“I need you to slide that sheet off and show me that hot body.”

“You’re kidding, right? I thought you said we had to leave.”

“Yeah, we do. So you better do what I say without any talk back. Now show me my tits and that pussy. Right now.”

I swallowed with nerves even as I heated with arousal. Who was I to fight with a command like that? Besides, what Borya wanted, Borya got.

Not only did I slide the sheet off, I also slid down the bed, allowing my legs to part at the same time. After last night, my confidence with him had grown tenfold.

“Look at that pretty little cunt. All pink and wet and ready for my big cock. Did you wake up like that? Thirsty for me?”

My breath hitched, causing my breasts to rise and fall, momentarily diverting his gaze from my pussy. He approached me, hips and shoulders moving side to side like a predator before he reached the bed and started to crawl towards me.

A part of me wanted to run, while the other part of me was totally ready to be devoured.

And the logical part of me was absolutely certain I wanted to be devoured. After all, I’d already told him I was his. That meant I was done running. That meant I was his for the taking.

And in this case, his for the taking meant he was gripping onto my legs, spreading me wide open for him, and latching right onto my clit.

“Oh, God!” I screamed. There was no building up to this. My poor oversensitive clit, when combined with his tongue, was enough to shoot me straight off the bed. The only thing that kept me earthbound was his tight grip on my thighs.

“No God here. Only me,” he warned before he went back in, showing no mercy, driving me straight towards a quick and powerful orgasm.

I was trembling when he pulled me down and moved his cock to the entrance of my pussy. “Look at me, Kitten. I want to see those eyes when I take you.”

I was still half delirious, but I couldn’t deny him anything after an orgasm like that. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I turned to face him. I expected to see that same hunger and passion. But there was an odd tenderness as he looked down at me. What the hell was going on in that head of his?

Leaning forward, I touched my lips to his. Unlike the violent coming togethers that we always seemed to have, this was soft. Delicate. We slowly kissed like it was the first time. When he entered me, it was slow and thorough, both of us groaning. Like he was taking over my body the same time I was taking over his.

When we moved, we moved together, our foreheads pressed together, our breaths mingling.

It wasn’t long before the heat was building once more, and the friction was getting stronger and stronger. When one more overwhelming climax hit me, I couldn’t help it. I told him I loved him.