The kiss is rough, dominant, and demanding. It’s also totally unexpected and takes my breath away.
With his hands gripping both sides of my head, Mal ravages my mouth until I’m mewing and shaking all over, clutching the lapels of his suit. Breathing hard, he breaks away and stares at me with eyes like fire.
He says gruffly, “You told the king of the Bratva that you have feelings for me.”
I’m too dizzy to know if that’s praise or a rebuke, so I shake my head wordlessly.
“Yes, you fucking did. Said it to his face, in front of all his captains. Said it in a fuck-you tone that would’ve gotten anyone else killed.”
He kisses me again, devouring my mouth.
When he breaks away this time, my heart is racing, and I’m gasping.
He drags me onto his lap, pulling me over so my legs are spread open around his hips and my dress is bunched up around my thighs. He sinks his fingers into the tender flesh of my ass and yanks me against his crotch so I’m sitting astride his erection.
Fisting a hand in my hair, he pulls my head down and rasps, “You said I was generous. Wonderful. Loyal.”
He crushes his mouth to mine and drinks deep from it until I’m whimpering.
Then he turns his mouth to my ear and growls, “You fucking defended me.”
I say breathlessly, “I can’t tell if you’re mad or happy about that.”
He flexes his hips, grinding his erection against me. His answer comes through gritted teeth.
“Oh, baby, I’m gonna show you exactly how I feel about it.”
He takes the neckline of my dress in both hands. With one hard yank, he rips it wide open, tearing the fabric apart. Then he latches onto one of my exposed nipples and sucks on it, hard.
When I gasp, he grips both my breasts in his hands and goes back and forth between them, sucking and licking, teasing my rigid nipples with his thumbs, tongue, and teeth. Shivering, I sink my hands into his hair.
Between my spread legs, his erection is rock-hard.
“Mal,” I whisper. “The driver.”
“Dom!” he barks over my shoulder. He says something else in Russian.
I hear a low hum and glance back. A tinted privacy partition rises between the driver’s seat and the passenger section of the car, separating them.
Then Mal’s greedy fingers are between my legs, pulling aside my panties and sliding inside me.
“Always so ready for me,” he growls. “This sweet pussy is always so plump and slippery, ready for my dick.”
He goes back to sucking my nipples, finger fucking me as I rock back and forth on his hand. When he presses his thumb against my engorged clit, I groan, dropping my head back and closing my eyes.
My heart beats like mad. My skin burns like fire. My nipples ache, and my breathing is rough.
I want him to fuck me, right here on the back seat of this car.
He knows. Of course he knows. With an animal’s snarl, he pulls his fingers out of me, unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his trousers, and rips open his fly. His big stiff cock springs out into his hand.
Rubbing it against my soaked folds, he whispers harshly, “Mouth.”
I kiss him. He kisses me back like I’m a life preserver, and he’s drowning. He flexes his hips, nudging the crown of his cock at my entrance. With a thrust, he slides in.
He’s thick, hard, and throbbing. He grips my hips and starts to pump into me, grunting in pleasure, then leans in and takes a mouthful of my breast.
He bites it, sinking his teeth into the flesh beneath my nipple.
I love the way it feels, pain and pleasure wound up in a hot little concentrated ball. The feeling makes my pussy throb and my chest ache. I start to grind against his pelvis, rubbing my clit against him as his fat cock spreads me open wide.
He slides a hand around from my hip to my ass and fondles the sensitive bundle of nerves between my ass cheeks, teasing his fingers back and forth over it.
“I want to fuck this little rosebud,” he whispers hotly, panting. “Have you let a man fuck you here before?”
Shuddering, I moan his name.
“No, I know you haven’t. But you’re gonna let me. You’re gonna let me be the first and last. But before that, you’re gonna come on my cock, baby.” His voice drops. “And I want you to come hard.”
He presses with his finger. It slides into my ass. I cry out, trembling and starting to buck against him helplessly. I cling to his shoulders and ride him, listening to him murmur every filthy thing I never knew I needed to hear a man say.
When my moans grow louder and more broken and I’m clawing at his shoulders, my entire body tensed, Mal pulls my head down with a hand in my hair and puts his mouth next to my ear.
His voice dark and rough, he commands, “Come for me, baby. Give it to Daddy.”
He shoves his finger deep inside my ass and bites my throat like a savage.
I climax, sobbing.
My pussy clenches rhythmically around his cock, violent contractions that shake my whole body. My clit throbs and pulses. My thighs shake. I shoot into outer space at a million miles per hour, impaled on his cock, his mouth hot and voracious on my skin.
It goes on and on for what seems like forever. Pleasure crashes over me in waves. I feel surrounded by him, devoured by him, consumed.
I never want it to end.
Then he’s kissing me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he pumps his hips faster, moaning and pulling my hair, fucking me in a frenzy. He drops his head to my shoulder and releases my hair, wrapping an arm around my back and pulling me tightly against his chest.
With one final, violent thrust, he orgasms.
He groans against my neck.
It goes all the way through me.
I feel him pulse and throb and listen to his beautiful husky groans of pleasure, and something unlocks inside the center of my chest.
The moment feels powerfully significant. I have to fight the sudden urge to cry.
We stay like that, locked together, panting and shaking, until Mal rubs his beard gently against my neck. He exhales, squeezing me tight.
He murmurs something in Russian. It’s achingly soft.
I don’t ask what it is.
I’m overwhelmed enough already.
When the car pulls into the parking garage at Mal’s building, I’m snuggled in his lap with the jacket of his suit over my shoulders and his arms wrapped around me. I feel boneless, like Jell-O, and high.
My torn dress covered by his jacket, he carries me to the elevator as I rest my head against his chest. Even with my eyes closed, I know the men in suits are bowing as we pass.
He doesn’t speak on the ride up. He stays silent as he carries me into the bedroom. When he lays me down on the bed and undresses me, he still doesn’t utter a word.
He kneels next to the bed, throws my legs over his shoulders, and puts his face between my thighs. Running his hands up and down my naked body, he lavishes my clit with his tongue. I arch and moan, shivering in pleasure.
I get the feeling I’m being rewarded.
When my cries are loud and I’m nearing climax, he turns his head and bites my thigh.
He whispers, “You said relationship.”
Delirious, panting, I say, “What?”
He glances up at me. In the shadows, his eyes glitter with intensity. “You said kidnapping wasn’t a good way to start a relationship, but it would make a great story.”
Holding my gaze, he lowers his head and sucks gently on my clit.
My uterus contracts. My nipples tingle. The room feels like it’s on fire.
“Oh, god—Mal—oh—”
He whispers, “Is that what you think we have? A relationship? Because it feels more like an obsession to me. A compulsion. A knot too tangled to be unwound.”
He goes back to sucking, adding a finger and pumping it slowly in and out.
When I moan loudly, he drags me to the edge of the bed so my ass is hanging off. He supports my bottom with both hands as he eats me, going back and forth between licking my clit and thrusting his tongue inside me the way he likes to do, fucking me with it.
I dig both hands into his hair and rock my hips against his face, not caring about the sounds I’m making or the way my heart feels like it’s cracking in two.
I can honestly say I don’t care about anything anymore.
Except him.
Us.
This dark and powerful thing we have together that feels as final as death.
When I climax, it’s with his name on my lips.
He hums his approval into my flesh as I buck and thrash against the bed. I scratch his scalp and pull his hair, totally out of control from the pleasure he’s giving.
When I come back to myself and am lying there quivering and spent, he’s chuckling.
He rises and unbuttons his shirt. Gazing down at me with a lazy smile, he says in a husky voice, “Good girl.”
Whimpering, I roll to my side and bury my face in the duvet.
He chuckles again, only this time it sounds dangerous. “You think you can hide from me? You can’t hide. I see you, little bird. I see everything.”
He grips my wrists and pulls me to a sitting position at the edge of the bed. Gazing down at me, he takes my face in his hand and slides his thumb into my mouth. With his other hand, he pulls down his zipper. The engorged head of his cock juts out above his briefs.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth, sweet girl,” he growls. “Then I’m gonna put you on your hands and knees and choke you while I fuck your pussy. If you want that, say yes.”
He slides his thumb out of my mouth and cups the back of my neck, gripping it firmly and waiting, dominant even in his patient silence.
“Yes.”
Though it’s the truth, a single-syllable word has never been more difficult to pronounce in the history of humanity. I eke it out, breathless and trembling, watching his lethal smile grow wider.
I reach up, pull his briefs down, and wrap my hands around his erection. Holding his gaze, I open my mouth and take him in.
The crown is thick and tastes like me. I swirl my tongue around it. A thrill goes through my body when his stomach muscles clench and he exhales a faint, involuntary moan.
“Fuck yes,” he whispers, watching my mouth with avid eyes. “Now suck.”
I obey him, sucking the crown only, my hands still wrapped around his shaft.
“More. Deeper.”
I take one hand off his shaft and cup it under his balls then take him farther into my mouth. The vein on the underside of his cock throbs against my tongue. I start to stroke his shaft in time with the movement of my head, doing it more enthusiastically when he moans again, this time louder.
“My sweet, perfect girl. Suck that cock. Show me how much you love it.”
His voice is ragged. His chest heaves. He stares down at me with hot eyes and a clenched jaw, so fucking sexy and masculine, I’m shamelessly eager to do anything he demands.
Maybe he was right when he said this is a compulsion, because I no longer feel like I’m in control.
The thing between us is driving me now, and I’m happily letting it.
I suck, lick, and stroke until his hands are shaking against my head as he thrusts into my mouth. With an oath, he pulls out, flips me onto my belly, drags me up onto my knees, and spanks my ass.
I yelp, jerking.
He bends down and kisses the sting away, then puts his hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me down so my face is against the mattress and my ass is in the air. Kneeling behind me, he leans over and cups my breasts, thumbing over my hard nipples. Then he slides his hands down my ribcage and over my waist, squeezing my hips.
“Riley Rose,” he says gruffly, stroking the head of his cock back and forth through my wet folds. “My beautiful obsession. This monster belongs to you, sweet girl. I’m tied up in chains at your feet.”
His hard thrust sinks him all the way inside me.
When I moan, he puts his big rough hand around my throat and gently squeezes.
He fucks me hard, driving into me over and over, his balls slapping against my pussy, his husky moans ringing in my ears.
I feel everything in exquisite amplification. The blood rushing through my veins. The sheets rubbing against my cheek. The wetness on my thighs, and his fingers digging into my hips.
Into my neck.
Crying out and clawing the sheets, fireworks exploding in my vision, I climax.
Falling back onto his heels, he drags me against his chest and holds me there as I jerk and gasp, clenching around him helplessly. Putting a hand between my legs to squeeze my throbbing flesh, he repeats something over and over, murmured into my ear.
“Ty moya. Ty moya. Ty moya, dorogoya.”
Cradled in his arms and spread open around his cock, I orgasm so hard, I’m overcome with emotion. I start to weep.
“I know,” he whispers. “Oh, fuck, baby, I fucking know.”
When he throws back his head, shouts at the ceiling, and comes with me, I realize that any thoughts I may have had about protecting myself from him are now useless.
No matter how crazy or wrong this might be, I’m all in.
All I can do now is hold on and ride this rollercoaster until the end, wherever it might take us
