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

His arms fell to his sides again as he knelt beside my body. His fingers clenched into fists and then unclenched again. His teeth grinded together, and I saw a muscle tick in his jaw as he clenched it too tight.

“Why are you here?” he asked again, his time his voice louder. I knew he was about to lose whatever control he had left. “Answer the fucking question, Evaline.”

I could no longer hold his eyes, instead my gaze shifted to his chest. “You know why,” I whispered.

“You came here to be fucked?” he sneered, his body inching closer to mine.

I flinched at his tone and the way his words were thrown at me. “Your pussy miss being used, Evaline?”

“Nikolay—” I started, but my sentence was cut short when he grabbed my ankle and pulled.

A shocked yelp escaped me when I found myself on my back, with his huge body looming over mine. My throat suddenly felt dry, and I could only stare into his mesmerizing eyes.

I always found myself lost in the depths of those beautiful dark irises.

Without much of an effort, he ripped my nightdress, peeling it away. Nikolay pushed himself up, until his lower body was cradled between my spread legs. “I’ll give you exactly what you came here for. I’ll fuck your pretty cunt until you can’t walk for days.”

I was powerless against his words, and my body wasn’t my own anymore. His hands trailed down my torso, moving south toward my pussy.

Everything else that happened minutes ago was long forgotten.

We were both lost in a lustful euphoria.

I was already wet, weeping for him. I squirmed underneath his hard body, needing him to touch me everywhere. His fingers grazed my clit, and I threw my head back, my body jolting with a moan.

“I have barely touched you and you’re already so fucking wet,” he growled in approval, his thumb now working over my clit.

He dragged a finger over my slit before his palm cupped me roughly. “What do you want, Evaline? Tell me.”

“I…I…want…no, I need…”

My words were lost when he took my tiny nub between his thumb and forefinger, giving me a soft pinch. “Fuck,” I swore, my hips pushing against his fingers for more.

My hand went behind his neck, pulling his head toward me. My mouth slammed against his for a hard kiss. My lips parted, and his shoved his tongue into mouth, taking control of the kiss.

I needed his touch, his kisses—just like I knew he craved mine.

While his thumb played with my clit just the way I liked it, he pushed a finger inside me, stretching my walls. I moaned into his kiss, moving my hips with his fingers.

He inched another finger inside me, working both fingers in and out, pumping harder with each thrust.

When his fingers slipped out, he dragged a disappointed mewl from me. I felt empty, but not for long, when his length bumped against my throbbing opening.

I bit on his lips and then kissed him harder. His wet fingers circled my nipples, tweaking the hardened buds. I cried out at the sensation, my hips thrusting upward.

Nikolay dragged his cock against my folds, back and forth. Again and again, but never entering me. He continued to torture me, running his hard length up and down my wet folds. I could feel myself dripping, and yet he refused to give me what I needed.

I trembled underneath his body as my legs spread wider, his hips pressing into mine. “Please…”

Finally, he tore his lips away from mine, and our eyes locked. The tip of him teased my opening, and I shuddered in pleasure.

His hand inched upward until his fingers were wrapped around my throat. My eyes widened, and I grabbed his wrist.

He didn’t give me a chance to think. With a powerful, relentless thrust, he drove into my willing pussy.

I cried out, my hips bucking upward, trying to dislodge him as he stretched me almost painfully. My fingers desperately clawed at his shoulders.

He continued to thrust into me, pounding me hard. My ankles locked behind his back as I surrendered to him.

He quickly found his stride as he tilted my hips upward, my ass leaving the bed as he continued to slam into me.

With his cock buried to the hilt, he paused. I was stretched impossibly full. It almost hurt but I loved the burn.

“It doesn’t matter how many times I have taken you. Countless times, over and over again. Your pussy is still as tight and grips my cock just as perfectly, as the first time I fucked you.” His voice lowered to a possessive growl. “Remember when I popped your cherry?”

With my gaze on his, I felt myself smile. “How can I forget? It was the best night of my life, lyubov moya.”

My love.

His face softened for a second before he lost the loving look again. Nikolay pulled out of me, and I moaned in response, pulling him closer again. He drove into me again with a punishing thrust.