Page 9 of Arranged Mafia Marriage

I nod, unable to form words. I don’t resist when he takes my hand to lead me to the bedroom in the suite. It’s as amazing and opulent up close as it was from the entryway, but I pay little attention to the elegance surrounding me.

Kiril turns me around so that my back is facing him. I wonder why until he starts to work on the tiny buttons down the back of my dress. He undoes each one with agonizing slowness, and I shiver as the cool air of the room caresses my bare skin. I step out of the dress as it pools at my feet, leaving me clad only in my simple white panties and bra, which I’d donned that morning to teach dance class.

“You’re so beautiful,” Kiril whispers in my ear, sending another shiver down my spine. “So perfect.”

He reaches around me to cup my breasts through my bra, and I gasp at the sensation of his large, warm hands on my sensitive flesh. My nipples stiffen, and I arch my back, pressing my ass against his hard cock.

He groans softly and nips my earlobe. “Do you like this?” he asks as he rolls my nipples between his fingers.

“Yes, I do.” I can barely speak as the pleasure courses through me.

“Good. Tonight, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good. I’m going to make you scream until you can’t hear your own voice.”

His words send a thrill through me, and I close my eyes, giving myself over to the sensations.

I turn around to face him, reaching behind me to unfasten my bra. He’s still fully dressed, and my gaze settles on the red tie he bought to indulge me. I have the strangest urge to ask him to tie me up with it. That’s not like me at all. I’ve never been interested in bondage or anything like that, but something about the idea of being at Kiril’s mercy excites me.

I push aside the thought for the moment and focus on getting rid of my bra. With a throaty groan, Kiril replaces my hands with his as soon as I’ve freed the hooks. He slides the straps off my shoulders and lets the garment fall to the floor. His blue eyes are hot with desire as he cups my breasts, weighing them in his palms.

“You’re so perfect, Felicity,” he says, running his thumbs over my aching nipples. “So gorgeous.”

I arch my back, pushing my breasts into his hands. “Please, Kiril. I need more.”

He gives me a wicked grin and pinches my nipples, making me gasp. “I know exactly what you need,moyakrasavitsa.” He releases my nipples and moves his hands down my body, tracing the curve of my waist and hips before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties.

I lift my hips to help him slide the cotton down my legs, and then I’m completely naked before him. I feel a momentary flash of self-consciousness, but it vanishes when I see the look of pure hunger on his face.

“You’re a goddess, Felicity,” he says, dropping to his knees before me.

I’ve never had a man go down on me, and I tremble with anticipation as he parts my thighs.

His eyes widen slightly as he looks up at me. “Smooth?”

I flush and squirm. “There’s a little strip, but I like to swim.”

“Ah.” A second later, he traces a digit down the tuft of hair lining my labia.

I whimper. “Kiril, please.”

“Patience. You’ll get everything you need.” With that, he parts my folds and drags the tip of his tongue along my slit.

I cry out, grabbing the back of his head to keep my balance. “Oh,” I moan as he does it again.

He chuckles, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “You taste so sweet, Felicity.”

I don’t have time to respond before he starts licking me in earnest and swirling his tongue around my clit. I can’t stop moaning and grinding against his face, desperate for more.

He seems to understand, because he slips a finger inside me, curling it upward to hit that spot that makes me see stars. I gasp, digging my nails into his scalp as he adds another finger and starts pumping them in and out of me while sucking on my clit.

The pressure builds inside me, and I ride his fingers and tongue with abandon. Right now, I’m reduced just to the sensations he’s giving me, and I want more. I wanthim. It doesn’t matter if my husband is a virtual stranger. I want him inside me, feeling our bodies joined as one.

I tug at his hair, pulling him away from my pussy. “I need you, Kiril.”

He stands up, licking his lips. “You taste so good. I could eat your pussy for hours.”

I whimper, reaching for his belt. “I need to feel you inside me.”

He nods, helping me undo his pants and push them down. His cock springs free, and I wrap my hand around it, stroking itslowly. It’s not the first time I’ve touched one, but his size makes me pause. “Have you done something?”

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