This sexy Mafia man wanted to marry me. The woman who was given to him as part of a punishment payment.
“I…”
He kissed me again, seeming too impatient to wait for my reply.
Snagging my hand behind his head and holding him close so I could sip at his lips and kiss him slowly, I gave in to the joy offinallyletting go of all my fears.
Adrik Volkov wasn’t only choosing to care about me and want me. He was showing me that I mattered so much that he intended to marry me.
Slow smiles crossed my face, then his. Pecking soft kisses on each other, we snuggled close and stole each other’s breath. But I still hadn’t answered him.
“Will you marry me?” he repeated, holding the ring up to me.
He’d stunned me, but even if I couldn’t find the words, I could nod.
Before I finished dipping my head in the gesture two times, he growled and kissed me again. Hard. With hunger and need and such a possessive affection that I could scarcely believe this was happening.
“Yes, Adrik. I will marry you.”
He nodded, sliding the ring on my finger. The perfect fit surprised me, but I didn’t have long to admire the sapphires and diamonds set on the band.
He was back to devouring me, alternating between tender and rough touches of his mouth sealed to mine.
I clung to him and reveled in how wrong I had been. His proposal started out as that, with him claiming that he’d been wrong. Yet, as he dotted my face with kisses and followed me back down on the bed, I knew that I’d let my guesses and assumptions steer me in the wrong direction too.
I mattered.
He cared.
And helovedme.
I broke the kiss, feeling horrified that I hadn’t replied in kind yet. “I love you, too, Adrik.”
He smiled at me, lazy and slow as he stroked his hand down my side. The move served two purposes, both to caress me and to push me closer to him as we rolled on the bed.
Our arms and legs were entwined as we fought to clutch each other closer. My pajamas were lost in the tangle of the sheets. He was slower to get his suit off, but I helped him hurry so I could relish the full contact of his naked body against mine, flush and snug together under the sheets so the chill of the air conditioner wouldn’t get us.
“I love you so much,” he said as he crawled over me.
Finally naked, he presented me with all six and a quarter feet of his muscular body. His biceps bulging as he braced himself over me. His tattoos shifting as his arms moved. All down his chest, the ink waited for me to explore and trace it. But right now, I was hooked on his dick, bare and pointing at me, long and thick, dripping a drop of pre-cum from the domed tip.
I licked my lips and scooted lower to try to get a taste first, but he caught my hands and held my arms above my head.
“I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to lower my guard to you.” He leaned down, kissing me deeply as he rubbed his dick along the seam of my thighs.
“I can’t believe… this is happening,” I admitted with a laugh. “That this is real.”
“Oh, it’s real. And it’s going to last, sweetheart.” He nudged my legs apart, and I wasn’t at all embarrassed at how wet and ready I was for him. Arousal never took long when it was him playingwith me. When it was this man kissing me and robbing my thoughts.
I would always be putty in his hands, but with his dick sliding deep into me and stretching me so wide, I would always be his good girl, taking every inch he gave me.
“Oh, fuck, Elena.” He rested his brow against mine, catching his breath. “You feel too good. Too good for me.”
“Fuck me, Adrik,” I begged quietly.
He grinned, stealing a hard kiss before he set up a hard and fast rhythm of filling me over and over again. “You’re going to learn to always ask me for what you want. What you need.”
I nodded, too lost in how good I felt to carry on a conversation. The things he did to me…
