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

Tempting.

Exquisite.

Ravishing.

Forbidden.

It made me want her even more.

Tonight, nobody was here to stop me. Igor was dead. Valentin was gone, leaving his beautiful wife for the wolf to play with. He just didn’t know that yet.

She moved slightly, turning on her back with her face toward me. So fucking beautiful, it almost hurt to look at her.

I climbed on the bed, curling toward her warm body. I forgot that my suit, my hands, and my face had dried blood on them. I forgot that I just killed a man to get her.

All that mattered was that I needed to be closer to her.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pulled her closer. She came willingly, her body soft and pliable to my touch.

I could feel her breathing against my neck, her lips slightly touching my skin. In her sleep, her hand glided up to my chest and rested there, right over my beating heart.

It thumped for her.

I was supposed to be seducing her, yet I was the one getting lost in her.

My fingers curled around her hand, holding it over my chest. She moved closer in her sleep, her legs rubbing against mine before she settled deeper into my embrace.

We laid there for what seemed like hours even though I knew it was only minutes.

I held her, she held me. We held each other.

For the first fucking time in so long, I felt warm. My chest tightened at the feeling; my heart drummed just a little faster.

I knew for a fact she would have never held on to her bastard of a husband like this.

The way she moved into my embrace so willingly, it was almost as if she knew it was me. As if she knew she was safe.

My eyes found her face again, which was now buried in the crook of my neck. I felt my lips turn up in a small smile. I couldn’t help it. It was almost impossible to stop.

My fingers caressed her back, tracing some random patterns. She gave me a shiver in return, and my smile widened. Even in her sleep, she wasn’t immune to my touch.

My hand drifted down and then toward her front. When my fingers brushed against her perky breasts, she shivered again, her breathing coming out in a small gasp.

Her nails dug into my chest. It only made me want to touch her more. My thumb feathered over her puckered nipple this time. She wasn’t wearing a bra—just fucking perfect.

I continued touching her, so gently, so softly that I knew it must have been driving her insane. It was driving me insane.

I couldn’t hear her moans, even though I wanted them desperately. Her silence only pushed me into wanting more.

Looking at her wasn’t enough before. I had wanted to touch her.

Now, just holding her was no longer enough either.

She was mine.

And I needed to lay my claim.

Pushing Valerie on her back, I stared at her sleeping face. I smirked in the darkness. She was still asleep, but I knew she was thinking of me. Even in her dreams, I was chasing her.

With my hand on her legs, I pushed her nightdress upward. My gaze never left her face, watching her reaction in her sleep.

Her lips parted again, and then her legs moved, falling open, giving me access.

Myshka, oh sweet myshka, you have no idea what you have just gotten yourself into.

Seduction always starts with words. Seduce her mind and her body will follow willingly without any fight.

Valerie had fallen in my trap since the very beginning. Her thoughts belonged to me the moment we saw each other. Little did she know, I was already seducing her mind for this moment.

My eyes shifted from her face and down her body, following a slow path. I watched her chest moving up and down with each breath. Through the fabric, I saw the puckered tips of her nipples. My mouth watered at the sight.

I didn’t think…instead, I just leaned forward and tongued one of the tips through her dress.

Valerie trembled against the sudden assault, and I looked up to see her squeezing her eyes shut. Her fingers clenched at the bedsheets when I moved to her other nipple, doing the same thing.

But this time, I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked, drawing her nipple between my teeth and biting softly.

Her back bowed, and I chuckled. Hmm, more…I want more, myshka. This is not enough.

I wanted her come on my lips. Only then would I be satisfied.

Sliding down the length of her body, I pushed her dress all the way up to her hips. I parted her legs further until I got a look where I wanted to be.

Black lace panties, hiding her pussy from me.

My fingers glided upward on her inner thighs. I saw the wet spot in the middle of the lace, but I wanted to feel it.