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

My breathing accelerated, and desire pooled between my thighs, drenching the spot between us where we were connected. My wet core made it easier for him to thrust in and out of my waiting pussy.

He was big, and I almost whimpered at how full and stretched I was. The slight sting of pain brought me pleasure I never knew was possible.

My heart fluttered and my pussy gripped him tight every time he pulled out, almost like it hated the loss of him. And every time he pushed inside of me, the flames built, aching and burning me.

Viktor kissed down my throat, nibbling the skin and sucking. He continued a downward path and took a lonely erect nipple into his mouth. He suckled on it, worshipping it with his tongue.

His teeth grazed my skin, and the feel of his rough stubble against my sensitive flesh was driving me insane.

His thrust quickened, and I held on to him, my nails digging painfully into his shoulders. He grunted against my skin, forcing his cock inside my pussy over and over again. Forcing out a pleasure hidden deep within me.

Skin slapping together, our bodies sliding against each other, sweat covering us, our arms around each other, our bodies connected in the most intimate way—this moment was forbidden yet so beautiful.

His fingers drifted between our connected bodies, where his hard, thick cock continued to pummel inside me, his thumb brushing against my tiny nub before giving me the smallest pinch. I arched off the bed, and I bit on my lips, holding back my scream.

I was trembling and gasping for air. He licked between the valley of my breasts before moving up. My eyes went to his lips, watching him speak through my hazy, lustful eyes.

“Come for me, Valerie. Let that pretty tight pussy come all over my cock. Give it to me, baby.”

Oh God.

He kissed me, hard, almost brutal and so dominant. With a hand over my hips, his fingers dug into my skin. I bit on his lips, and he hissed before he savagely took my lips again.

Viktor pulled almost all the way out before thrusting hard into me. I gasped, and then I was spiraling down and down. The intense crackling wave hit me hard, the ache between my thighs intensifying before slowly turning into a dull feeling.

Our eyes met and we stared…never breaking contact.

Viktor’s hips bucked against mine before he thrust inside me one last time. His whole cock was buried into my warmth as I continued to clench and milk him. I felt the warmth of his seeds as he filled me.

He was deeply ingrained inside me.

I was a limp mess, gasping and panting. His chest heaved with each breath, and we were both silent.

Silence. Our sanctuary. In the silence, we found power—we found us.

Viktor rolled us on our sides, facing each other, but he stayed buried inside me. He pushed my hair away from my sweaty forehead and placed a kiss there before speaking.

“That was…” He broke off and shook his head. “I don’t even know how to…”

My fingers feathered over his cheeks. “We…can’t…describe it.”

His eyes widened again, and he sucked in a deep breath. “That’s going to take some time getting used to, Valerie. Do you realize that you practically just cut my chest open and ripped my heart out?”

“Is…that bad?” I asked. Now that I was speaking, I started wondering how I sounded to Viktor. He said my voice was sweet, but…

He gently nudged my chin up. “Louder. I can’t hear you.”

Oh. “Is…that bad?” I tried again.

He winced and quickly looked toward the door before meeting my eyes again. “Too loud, baby.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

Viktor smiled. “That was perfect.”

He kissed me, a quick stolen kiss before speaking again. “You are perfect. You can speak. You can actually fucking speak. And right now, I am drawing blanks. Why?”

One simple word…a question that weighed so heavily.

Unconsciously, my hand came up to touch my bare neck. Viktor noticed, because he noticed everything.

“Why did you stop speaking? Because of Valentin? Are you really deaf too…or…?” He left the sentence hanging, waiting for my answer.

“No…I can’t hear. But I can…speak.”

Viktor stayed silent, waiting for me to continue. Taking a deep breath, I explained the unsaid history. “I wasn’t deaf before. But a few years ago, I lost my hearing.”

I broke off with a cough, my throat burning more with each word. Viktor quickly pulled away, slipping out of my tight heat. I hissed at the loss of him, and he closed his eyes at the same time.

“Holy fuck. I could live inside you for the rest of my life,” he said, opening his eyes again. Turning away from me, he leaned over and took the glass of water from the nightstand.

I sat up as he handed the glass to me. “Drink,” he ordered, no place for argument.