The Mafia and His Obsession: Part 1 (Tainted Hearts 4)

I rubbed my length faster and harder. It was hard, already dripping from the tip. Her eyes flitted below my stomach, and she licked her lips hungrily.

“You want it?” I asked, moving closer to the bed.

She nodded silently, her fingers pumping faster with her thumb now circling her little nub. Her back bowed off the bed, her orgasm closer than before.

Her eyes were hooded as she waited for me. “You can’t come.”

“Konstantin,” she breathed, her legs spreading wider, a very tempting and welcoming sight.

My legs started to cramp, and I knew I was close. Releasing my throbbing hardness, I joined her on the bed. She smiled, a happy look on her face.

Slapping her hand away, she laughed and removed her fingers from her wet heat. I crawled forward before flipping her on her front.

“You always…” she started to complain, but a hard slap on her round ass shut her up.

“You have no place to complain. We do this my way or not all,” I hissed in her ear before biting the sensitive skin just below.

I never looked into their faces while fucking them. To me, they were faceless. Nameless. Nothing but whores to satisfy my dick and my needs.

And they knew the rules. Understood them, yet still chose to submit.

My knees widened her legs apart, my hardness pushing between her folds. She was dripping, already so wet, and I had barely touched her. “Such a dirty girl.”

“Yes. Pozhaluysta,” she begged, pushing her ass back toward me.

“You like begging?” I tsked in her ear before pressing further into her wet heat. She moaned out loud, her head falling backward.

I nipped on her shoulder, but my teeth didn’t leave their marks. She wasn’t mine to claim.

My thoughts went back to the woman I wished I could claim as mine.

I wanted her lips swollen from my kisses. Her skin flushed, my fingers leaving their marks from my tight hold as I thrust into her pussy. Her moans belonging to me. Her kisses mine to take. Her body mine to love and cherish. Her heart entwined with mine.

“Konstantin.”

My name snapped me back to the present, the image of her disappearing from my foggy mind.

My hips drove forward, my cock filling the woman underneath me in one long, hard stroke.

She screamed, her hips bucking forward under my relentless thrusts. Her head was buried in the pillows as she took everything I was giving her, taking from her.

She submitted, and I took.

I continued thrusting into her willing body, using her for my pleasure. Closing my eyes, I let myself imagine the impossible.

My mind replaced the whore underneath me with someone else.

Behind my closed eyes, I envisioned her.

A black-haired beauty with green eyes that looked like the rainforest.

Green eyes so vibrant that they took my breath away the first time I ever gazed in them.

It was her moans I heard. Her laughter. Her smile. I was making love to her. Only her.

And she loved me in return.

The thought of her had me coming hard into the whore’s warm heat instead of the woman I wanted as my own. Her orgasm hit her at the same time, her screams snapping me out of my perfect dream.

My eyes opened as the woman collapsed underneath me. I rolled over, breaking the contact we had.

My breathing was harsher, the blood roaring in my ears. My pulse was thumbing harder as I tried catching my breath.

It was always like this. Fucking other women, but always thinking of her. Always wishing it was her.

Just the mere thought of her would make me come harder and faster. The wet pussies I had and were laid on a silver platter for me never did the work.

Dragging the black comforter over my body, I closed my eyes. “You can leave now,” I ordered, my voice still husky from the recent activity.

“Konstantin.” Only my name made it past her lips before I interrupted.

“We are not to the point where you can say my name when we aren’t fucking. It’s Mr. Solonik, Sir, or Boss to you.”

“Sorry,” she muttered before falling silent.

“I will see you tomorrow?” she asked softly after a few seconds.

I peeked at her with one eye as she got out of bed. Her eyes were on me, looking strangely innocent. She smiled while dressing, having a content look on her face.

My answer took that smile away. “No, you won’t.”

She froze, her arms hanging to the sides. “What do you mean?”

“It’s my last day here. I am moving to the main estate tomorrow,” I replied, relaxing into the soft mattress.

I didn’t owe her any explanation, but for weird, fucked-up reasons, I still gave her one. Maybe it was the sad look on her face. Maybe it was the way she was looking at me—as if I were her savior.

I almost laughed at that thought.

“I need a new pussy, anyway,” I muttered low. It was partly for her to hear, letting her know whatever we had was just fun.