Page 6 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

The space doubled as an entertainment area for whenever I was hosting an event for the Bratva, hence the elaborate design and extravagant display of art in every corner. I sent a quiet thank you to my interior decorator, following Arielle as she walked from one canvas to another.

“They’re so beautiful. Is this really your house? It looks more like an extravagant gallery.”

“In my defense, I gave you a heads-up. You just didn’t believe me,” I replied, standing behind her.

My eyes traced the slope of her neck down to the curve of her ass. She looked better than any artwork on these walls, and I couldn’t wait to see what was hidden beneath the dress.

I followed her closely, watching as she took in every painting in front her. She went on to give a lesson about some of the paintings. I already knew about them, but she looked so excited talking about it, I let her shine for a while.

“Care for a bottle of wine?” I offered, pulling her attention from the painting in front of her.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Ivanov?” She drawled out in a sultry voice that shot straight to my dick.

“I don’t like my women drunk,” I replied, stalking closer to her.

“Mmmmh… how do you like them then?”

The playful, giggling woman before had disappeared, and in her place was a siren with a smoky voice and eyes to match.

“Tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and sane,” I said, softly gripping her hips and pulling her into me, and she slowly rolled her hips into mine.

“Aren’t you a fine bundle of trouble?” I groaned, tightening my grip on her hips. My nose was invaded by the fruity smell of her shampoo, and she peered at me with heavy lids.

“And what do you do with bundles?” Her voice was raw and breathy.

“I unwrap them.” I crashed my lips into hers, tasting the redness I’d been dreaming of all night. She tasted like strawberries and martini. A fine combination. Raw desire consumed my senses, and all I could feel was her. My hand went from her hip, sinking into her hair and angling her head to give me better access to her mouth. Her hands came around my neck, tugging at my hair and pulling me closer.

She moaned, and I seized the opportunity to sweep my tongue into her mouth, getting a deeper taste of her. I could kiss her all day and still want more.

I kissed her like I’d been stuck in a desert, and she was the first drink of water I was getting. I couldn’t get enough of her. It didn’t matter how deep I thrust my tongue down her throat; it just wasn’t enough.

I moved her hair to the side, trailing my lips to the spot on her neck, and I sucked roughly. “Fuck Arielle. I’ve been dying to do this all night.”

She moaned in response, her hands tugging at my tie. I got rid of it, and my shirt followed shortly. Her dress was the next to go, and she stood in just her panties and heels, looking like sexon legs. I let out a groan, feeling the urgent need to claim her immediately. I hoisted her up and carried her to my bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes scattered in our wake.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I muttered, admiring her spread out on my bed.

“You don’t look bad yourself.” Her gaze lingered on the bulge in my pants, and I chuckled, lightly recapturing her lips in mine. I kissed my way down her throat, capturing a peaked bud in my lips while squeezing the other between my thumb and forefinger, and her back almost flew off the bed.

“Mikhail!” Her moan came out breathy, and I almost creamed my pants at the sound of my name coming from her lips.

I made my way down her stomach, taking my time to savor every dip and curve of her body till I got to the pussy. I stared in awe as it glistened in the low light of the room, practically begging to be taken, and my cock tightened in anticipation.

“Please,” she drew out, looking at me through heavy lids. She didn’t need to ask me twice. I spread her legs wide apart and lapped at her folds like a starving man.

I focused on the swollen bud, stroking and sucking till she was a writhing mess on my bed, and even then, I did not stop. I curled my finger inside her, sucking harder at her clit till I felt her legs shaking, and she let out a loud cry.

I didn’t have the patience to wait for her to ride out her orgasm before I pulled myself up and slammed into her, pulling a louder cry from her.

“You like that baby. You like being fucked till you can barely remember your name?” I asked, pulling myself all the way out before slamming back into her.

“Yes. Oh God, yes.” She moaned, and I watched in fascination as her boobs bounced with every thrust.

“That’s it, take this cock like a good girl.” I groaned, feeling my balls tighten. If I didn’t cum from the sight of her spread out on my bed, her soft whimpers were definitely enough to tip me over the edge.

“You take me so well,” I muttered, the sight of her pussy swallowing my cock making me dizzy. I swear, everything about this girl tilted my world a bit.

“I’m cl…..I’m close, Mikhail,” she choked out, and I could feel her walls tighten around me. I increased my pace, rubbing her clit till I felt her stiffen for the second time, and her hips picked up an erratic rhythm.

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