Page 8 of The Mobster’s Secret

Another verbal thrust.

Just wait for the thrusts I’ll give you…

“What do you think, sweetheart?” I smirk, popping my belt to relieve some of the pressure on my cock. Slick, slippery pre-cum slips down my thigh as I watch the micro expressions move across her cute little face.

How can she be so adorable and sexy at the same time?

She glances away as she reaches back, hands trembling, and unclasps her bra. She’s nervous but doesn’t want me to see it.

Just watching the straps fall from her dainty little shoulders has me craving a taste. I’m a hungry man. Starving for her. And when her entire bra falls to the floor, revealing the full glory of her perfect tits, a low growl rumbles out from my throat.

The bass from the club obscures the sound, but she must see the desire in my eyes. The longing. Because she raises an eyebrow at me and leans forward, nearly touching my face with her nipples.

“Like this?” Her voice is soft but feisty. “Is this what you want from me?”

Oh, Lord yes.

This and so much more.

You want to challenge me? Fine. You’ll get what you deserve, baby girl. I lean in and take her left nipple between my lips. Her body jolts, and she starts to pull back, but my hands lock around her waist, holding her in place.

“Ivan…”

My pulse pounds in my ears as I roll my tongue around her sweet little gumdrop. She lets out a soft intake of breath, and buried beneath it is the hint of a moan. But she’s not letting me in that easily.

She twists her hips fast and hard, ending up with her back to me. My blood roars and sizzles through my veins as she braces her arms on a stool, bending forward as she gyrates her hips, giving me a full view of that perfect peach.

Christ, what an ass.

No woman has ever done this to me. And no other woman ever will.

Only Willow.

My control is quickly slipping away as my eyes trail up and down her beautiful body, memorizing every delicate inch. The slope of her hips, the size of her waist, the curve of her tits. My hand reaches up on its own, threads through her long hair, and grabs a fistful. A spark like a firecracker bursts inside me. Without thinking, I spank her hard right on her left ass cheek.

She gasps and glares back at me, her eyes filled with fire. Her pink lips part to protest, but I pull her hair harder, arching her back so she’s looking up at the ceiling, maximizing the perfection of her form. Christ, those hips are meant for breeding, and she may be new to this, but she moves them so goddamn well.

A vicious thought spears through my chest, and I tug harder, pulling her down onto my lap.

“You’re better at this than you let on,” I growl. “You have done this before.”

Her eyes flash with defiance, not fear. “I have not.” I stare into her eyes, probing for deception. I always know when someone is lying to me. I know the signs. And I’m not getting them from Willow.

“Why, Ivan? Would that make you jealous?”

She sinks down on me, pressing her soft ass against my painful arousal. My fists clench so tightly my knuckles burn like they’re about to break. I’m fighting not to orgasm. It works. Barely.

My shaft flexes, and I feel a thin line of cum shoot out, adding to the pre-cum already wetting my pants. I growl long and hard against the fire rising deep in my belly, battling for control. My balls ache with uncontrollable levels of lust.

“I don’t get jealous.” The reply twists out of my lips like a feral snarl. I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince, me or her. But Willow isn’t buying it. “As I said before, I take what I want.”

She lets out a bratty little breath. “Well, you’re not gonna take me, mister.”

“Oh, I’m not?!” My control snaps like a dry branch, and I snatch her up around the waist with one arm and lift her onto the couch, pinning her beneath my body. “I’ve killed men for half the amount of backtalk you’ve given me tonight.”

“You’re not gonna kill me, Ivan.”

I lean closer. “You seem quite sure of yourself.”