Page 56 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

I can’t recall Mikhail lifting me or him moving from the bathroom to the room. The next thing I felt was my back hitting the soft mattress and the weight of his body on me.

With the same swiftness he used in carrying me from the bathroom to the room, he slammed into me. I was wet enough to take him in completely, but he was still too big, and the slight burn from the stretch mixed with the feeling of him buried into me sent a sharp jolt of pressure through me.

He withdrew himself from me at an almost agonizing pace till his length was almost completely out before slamming back into me, sending the bedrest crashing into the wall, and my moans followed.

The sound of creaking bed and skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, my loud moans periodically joining the chaotic rhythm our bodies created. I didn’t care how loud we were. He was all I could feel and all I could think about. You could ask me my name, and I’d have no idea what to say, but his was burned into my brain, and the walls of my throat were dry from screaming it.

“Keep your eyes on me, princess,” Mikhail ordered as my eyes lulled back into my head, refocusing them on him. “So, fucking beautiful.”

I struggled to keep my eyes open as he practically fucked me into the mattress, every stroke drawing a new sensation, each more intense than the previous, and stars clouded my vision.

We’ve had sex multiple times, but somehow, this felt like the first. All guards were laid down. There were no boundaries or inhibitions. It was just us—naked and bared to each other. This moment was raw. It was uninhibited, and there were no lies. Just two people spelling out with their bodies what seemed too heavy to express with words.

I could feel the familiar pressure building in the pit of my stomach, stretching through every part of me and settling in my pelvis. My eyes pulled to the back of my head, but Mikhail snapped them back.

“Eyes on me. I want to see you when I make you come, and I want you to watch what you do to me.”

With a final thrust, he tore one last moan from me and sent me soaring off the edge. I struggled to keep my eyes open as the waves of my orgasm tore through me. I was certain I would have levitated from the bed if not for Mikhail’s weight pressing into me.

He kept fucking me while I rode out my orgasm, and shortly, I could feel him stiffen, his hips thrusting erratically as his orgasm hit him. He never took his eyes off me, I watched every emotion flash through his eyes, and before I knew what was happening, I felt my pussy clenching, and a second wave of orgasm hit me, this one more intense than the first.

I had no idea where my body ended or where his started. I felt liquid and boneless, and all that echoed in my head before I slipped into oblivion was a dark voice muttering in whatsounded like Russian before ending his speech with an ‘I love you’ and a soft feminine voice that sounded so much like mine whispering “I love you too.”

CHAPTER 24

Mikhail

It was a little past one at noon, and somehow, lunch had turned into a quick, impulsive shopping for Arielle, which eventually ended with me in Hudson Yards, staring at the bold Cartier signboard at the entrance of the store.

It’s a very curious thing how I always thought I’d end up settling for a respectable girl from the Russian bratva who was raised to be the perfect mob wife, but here I was, about to put a ring on the most empathetic yet audacious female who has no clue what life in my world entails and would fight me at every point for the smallest blood spill.

Ah, yes. There’s also the part where I am completely and totally irrevocably in love with her. Love. The world still tasted foreign coming out of my mouth. After the first night, we said it to each other in the throes of passion, the word slowly slipped into our daily routine. It became a good morning, a goodbye, and how are you?

There were days I stared at her, waiting for her to disappear or maybe glitch, anything to prove this was a dream and she was only a product of my wildest fantasies, but it never happened. Instead, I found reasons to fall deeper, reasons to want to give her the world. I wasn’t a good man by any measure, but I must’vedone something incredibly right in a past life to be blessed with her. That was the only logical explanation.

When you’re born into the type of world I was born into and raised the way I was, you conclude that certain things are not meant for you. They’re things you’d never experience and things that’ll never happen to you. I had already accepted the reality of my life a long time ago, and quite frankly, I never felt like I was missing out on anything. I saw people divorce and betray their loved ones every day, and I wanted no part in that.

Then she came along in a body-con red dress, and suddenly, I wanted a part in all of it. The laughter, the beauty, the pain, the pleasure, the joy, the tears, I wanted all of it with her. She brought the sun to me. She showed me why artists wrote stanzas upon stanzas for a person, why painters immortalized their muse with the strokes of their paintbrush, and why wars have been fought, kingdoms conquered, and civilizations destroyed in the name of love. I would go to war in her name. Hell, I’d wreak carnage if I had to. There’s no limit to what I’d do for her. For the first time, I had something to lose.

So, while I might not know how shopping for shoes ended with me in front of Cartier, I knew without a flicker of doubt what I had to do there.

“Good afternoon, sir,” a sales rep greeted me as soon as I walked through the door. “How can we help you today?”

“I’d like to see your sales manager,” I replied, checking out the new collection on the showcase. They were quite stunning and catchy but a good number of them were mainstream, and I was looking for something unique.

“Mr Ivanov! To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Jasmine, the bubbly sales manager, sashayed into the reception, looking pleasantly surprised.

Usually, I’d send Cynthia or place a direct call to her whenever I needed something from the store, but I needed to do this on my own, and Jasmine was just the best person for the job. She caters to a lot of high-profile clients and celebrities, so I can rely on both her expert opinion and discretion. I wouldn’t want the tabloids carrying pictures of me buying a ring before I got home.

“Would you love to see our vintage collection of watches? I’m sure there’s a piece that would suit you just fine,” She beamed, making for the VIP lounge. “And Laura!” she called out to the salesgirl at the reception, “Get our guest a glass of champagne.”

I waited till we were alone in the lounge. “I won’t be taking the watches today, Jasmine. I was thinking about something more intimate.”

Her eyes shut up in realization, and a small smile touched her lips. “Congratulations! Is there something you have in mind?”

“Yes. Something gold and pretty with a giant rock. Something I wouldn’t find on the fingers of half of Manhattan’s housewives.”

“I think I might have the perfect ring for you. Give me a moment,” she said, walking out of the lounge.

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